Operation: Tempt Me (14 page)

Her moans
echoed throughout her small bedroom. Miller dragged her off of his knees and
cradled her back on his chest. Blinking her eyes, the room spun. With one
strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other dipped between her legs. His
fingers stroked her clit, creating a firecracker in his arms, shaking,
vibrating, twitching.

Her back
arched and she screamed, “Miller! Yes! Oh, please. Harder.”

Miller
increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing circles over the hard nub until she
thought she’d pass out from the orgasm riveting through her womb. How could it
be stronger than the one earlier? All Cambrie knew was she could get used to
this wild lovemaking. A roller coaster of pleasure circled deep inside her
vagina, each wave creating another spasm of bliss to steal her breath and blank
her mind.

“That’s it,
baby. Come hard for me. I love the feel of your juices on my fingertips.”

When her
energy should’ve been depleted, a burst of passion renewed her stamina. Miller
loosened his grip around her and she spun to straddle him. All he wore was
boxers. Her fingers grabbed at the elastic band, tugging without success to
free the material from his body. She needed him naked. She needed to feel that
hot male flesh against her skin.

“Take them
off,” she demanded through harsh breaths.

He stood
holding her with no effort at all, pushed his boxers down his legs and kicked
free of them.

“Now you,” he
insisted, his dark brown eyes heated with a fiery desire not hiding his
intentions.

Pulling the
T-shirt over her head, she stood before Miller with only the small lamp to
illuminate their bodies. This man had been professionally trained in patience
and control, a part of his world that she would never quite understand having
no patience skills herself. But the low growl emanating from his throat as his
eyes skimmed her body was only the first warning that she had managed to breech
that schooling.

Now she
witnessed the total breakdown of that impeccable restraint. One glance into his
eyes showed a wild hunger that had Cambrie’s blood pressure rising along with
her libido. She had already come more times today than she had in a whole month
and still she wanted, needed, more. Would she always crave his touch to the
point of madness?

Leaping into
his arms, she clung to his neck with arms that felt more like spaghetti noodles
than limbs. Her mouth landed on his, the need to taste him unbearable. Fusing
her mouth to his, her tongue dove between his lips into deep, hot passion.

Not able to
get enough of him, she clawed and scratched at his shoulders, willing to
apologize later for any unintentional damage. But the greedy lust rising within
her was too powerful to fight, so she flowed with it, enjoying every second in
Miller’s strong arms. Her pussy, already slick with her juices and swollen from
her orgasms, begged for his cock.

Breaking the
kiss for a necessary breath, she whispered against his lips. “God, how can I
need you so badly, Miller? Tie me up while you fuck me.”

The words
shocked her once they fell upon her ears. Where had that come from? She hardly
knew her own body anymore with all its kinky cravings.

But in true
Miller fashion, he moved calmly to the pile of sex toys and in no time at all
had the pink fuzzy handcuffs free of their package.

He may be
trained to hide his emotions, but there was no mistaking that gleam in his
eyes, the one that warned she had stirred him beyond what she could handle. But
with her body humming all over, she was willing to give anything a try to reach
that awesome climax again. And she had her safe word.

Panic consumed
her. Her safe word? Oh, God. What the fuck was her safe word?

Miller
advanced on her too quickly for her to organize a sane thought. His arms
dragged her back into his embrace while his head lowered to capture her mouth
and sear her lips with a kiss made of fire and confidence. He controlled the
kiss, the way his tongue traced the line of her lips, plunged inside, darted
around like a flame licking at her with its heat.

She could
remain in this position forever without a complaint, surrounded by Miller’s
strength and adoring attention. The smell of hot male flesh only enticed her
more to dabble in their domination games.

Curiosity may
kill her someday but not tonight. Tonight, she had freed her spirit with
Miller’s help and awakened a side of herself long kept hidden. It was about
damn time she considered what she really wanted, what she deserved.

And she
deserved Miller Daly…every blessed muscle of him.

Turning her
away from him, Miller brought her arms behind her back, gentleness evident in
his every move. Cambrie reminded herself to breathe to ward off the anxiety
sneaking up on her and to face the rising excitement inside her. The first cuff
attached to her wrist so fast and expertly, she didn’t have time to resist, not
that she would’ve. The metal link seemed cool against her heated flesh even
with the pink fuzzy fur around it.

When the
second cuff bound both her wrists behind her back, Cambrie was surprised there
was no rush of panic within her. Instead, her pussy throbbed harder and she
arched her neck back, hoping the offer would entice Miller to nibble her
sensitive spot along the shoulder blade.

To her
disappointment, he had other plans. With careful movements, he lifted Cambrie
onto her knees on the bed, settling her face gently against the blanket. Her
ass high in the air should’ve had her squirming, but all she could do was
control the thoughts racing through her mind, guessing his next moves. She
heard the telltale ripping sound and pictured him pushing his cock into the
condom.

The bed
dipped behind her and the heat from Miller’s body pampered her thighs. The
thick head of his cock teased the entrance of her pussy, probing it.

“Oh, Miller,
let me feel your cock deep inside me.”

“Is that what
you want, Cambrie? My cock?” he asked, kissing her spine driving her wild with
need.

“Y-yes,” she
whimpered.

With one long
thrust, he pushed inside her, his groans mixing with her cries while he held
his body still. Her pussy stretched, accommodating the width and length of his
cock, while each thrust along her vaginal walls created a fiery flash of
spasms.

“Christ, I
can’t get used to your tightness. You feel so good, baby. So damn good.”

“Show me
then. Show me how good I make you feel,” she spoke in rushed words, needing him
to pick up the pace or she’d resort to begging. The cuffs served as a reminder
of her willingness to expand her sexual experiences and the thrill that came
with that openness.

Miller’s hand
roamed over her tied ones. “You be sure to tell me if the handcuffs hurt,
okay?” he demanded, concern etched into the statement and touching her heart.

“Mmmm. I’m
not complaining.”

Latching his
hand onto her cuffed ones, Miller began a steady thrusting, pulling almost
completely out of her pussy before driving back in. Each new stroke found new
places in her pussy to awaken and increase her arousal. The slapping of flesh
against flesh filled the room, matched only by their rushed breaths as Miller
fucked them closer to orgasm.

“Come for me,
Cambrie. I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and milk me dry. Come for me.”
His tone held an urgency that suggested he couldn’t hold off exploding for
long. His stamina was impressive but no match for the heat between their
bodies, a heat fueled by lust and desires so powerful it rocked their control.

Listening to his
dirty talk heightened her awareness of their intimacy. While new positions and
sex toys were new to her, so was the explicit talk Miller shared with her. She
felt adored, cherished, and appealing.

“Oh, God. I’m
so close, Miller,” Cambrie yelled, the cuffs kept her from touching him,
anchoring him while he thrust and driving her insane with the need to feel his
muscles, his heat, his power.

“Then come
for me.”

He increased
his pumping until the entire bed shook with the force. The heat on her ass from
the spanking reminded her of the erotic episode over his knees. The angle of
his cock from this position allowed him to hit what she believed was her G-spot
for the powerful electric shock it created each time he slammed into it.

His hips
pummeled into hers, over and over, until she screamed as the explosion ripped
through her pussy.

“Miller! I
can’t. Do. This. Too. Much.”

“It’s a
little late…now…babe,” he yelled, achieving his release and holding his cock
deep inside her core while he grunted inaudible words and his hand at her back
gripped her with his usual strength.

She rode the
orgasm and each wave that came with it. Her clit had a heartbeat of its own,
throbbing, pulsing, throbbing, pulsing, until it faded to leave her spent as
his cock slid free. When the mattress bounced, she imagined he stood to discard
the condom. She never even felt Miller remove the handcuffs, but when he
dragged her into his arms and cradled her against his chest, she sighed.
Wrapping the blankets around them, Miller’s arms swallowed her up.

“Damn.”
Miller’s voice whispered into her ear.

“What?”

“Forgot the
light,” he said, then offered a huge yawn before crawling from bed, snapping
off the light, and returning to her side.

She turned to
face him. “Miller? What’s the charge for holding a military man hostage?”

He cocked an
eyebrow, seen in the moonlight sneaking in from the half-open curtain. “Why?
Plan on kidnapping me?”

“Gave it some
thought now that you’ve stirred this wild woman in me.”

“Give me
time. I’ll stir some more.”

She laughed.
He looked so exhausted. “I can’t leave Maddyville.” She hadn’t meant to just
blurt it out, but it had been on her mind since their conversation earlier.

His
expression turned grim. “I know.”

“It’s just
that, well, my job pays for the nursing home for Aunt Annabelle. She raised me.
I have to take care of her. I’m all she has left. I could never move away and
leave her.” Tears tickled her eyes.

“I
understand, honey,” he said, his words comforting. Kissing the top of her head,
he continued to hold her.

She was so
bummed that nothing could come of this wonderful connection with Miller. This
special thing they shared had been doomed from the beginning. Aunt Annabelle
had made sacrifices to raise Cambrie, the least she could do was make the same
so her final years were as comfortable as possible. “I have to work in the
morning. Taking time off now would just get me fired, and the library needs me
to do all I can to win the grant that will keep us open.”

“I might tie
you to the bed, baby girl.”

She gasped.
“Don’t you dare, Miller.”

He laughed
and yawned again. “I’m sure I can keep myself occupied until you bring this
sexy body back home to me. I’ll work out, maybe go for a run. I’ve got some
calls to make to family and friends now that I’m back in the States for a bit.”

For a bit
. Those three
words stung, but Cambrie brushed off the feeling not wanting to add to Miller’s
stress.

“And
I have a laptop to do some work. Since you ordered the sex toys online, you
must have wifi, right?”

“Yes,
of course. But you said you’re on vacation. Why would you have to do work on
your days off?”

“Ahh
but, honey, the military is never really on vacation. I just have special
permission to be away from my duty station. Allows me a little extra time to
respond to orders.”

And
she knew he’d be called away. That was his job. Maddyville could offer him
nothing when there was a world of bad guys needing an ass-kicker like Miller to
teach them a lesson.

“Do
you mind me staying here while you’re at work?”

The
question was absurd. “Uh. Duh. We just had wild and kinky sex. Why would I
mind?”

“Just
didn’t want to assume, that’s all,” he said with a half grin.

“So,
any idea how long I have with you?” she dared ask.

“I’ve
got a week before I have to report back. That doesn’t mean I can’t get called
back sooner. Chances are good I’ll get to stay the week.” He kissed her
forehead. “I’m beat. If I continue talking, I’m afraid I won’t make much
sense.”

“Me
too,” she said with a slight giggle. “Miller?”

“Yes,
baby.” His sluggish voice sounded so different from the confident, strong tone
he’d used earlier but was just as sexy.

“I’m
so glad you came. I’m happy you’re here with me.”

His
arm tightened around her. “Mmmm. Me too. At least now you’re in my arms, not
just my dreams. Sweet dreams, Cambrie, baby.”

“Sweet
dreams, Miller.”

Cambrie
snuggled into Miller’s warmth, amazed at the contentment settling over her. A
week. They had at least that much time. Then what? How could she ever rebound
from a man like Miller Daly—so passionate, so intense, so…captivating?