Skin Deep (10 page)
“She’ll be under close supervision where she’s going.” He dropped onto his stomach on the bed next to her. “This calls for celebration.” Rolling to his side, he gripped a breast, squeezing gently before trailing his hand over to the other one. His hand dipped lower until it reached bare skin, then he slid his palm up over her flesh, coming even closer to her breasts again.
“Yes,” she said, her breath coming out quickly, “we have a lot to celebrate.”
Connor pushed up her shirt and looked down at the sports bra covering her breasts. “You know, I made a mistake when I handcuffed your wrists first.” He reached for her bra, and she wondered what he was doing.
The sudden jerk of her chest and ripping sound of fabric surprised her. Air kissed her battered and bruised skin, and she looked to see both her tank top and sports bra in pieces. “I can’t believe you did that.” She half laughed and shook her head.
He pressed his lips against one of her breasts and drew a wet circle around the nipple with his tongue. Clasping her other breast, he thumbed the nipple.
Moaning, she leaned her head back, thrilled with the sensations tugging between her legs. She moved her arms, wanting to stroke Connor’s hair, but the handcuffs jerked against the headboard.
Connor switched breasts and teased that nipple into a hard peak as well. He trailed his tongue down the middle of her torso toward her belly button. The wet tip swirled around it while he stared up at her, his hands settling on the waistband of her board shorts.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “While I’m not upset that you ripped apart my tank and bra, I’d have to hold a grudge if you ripped up my shorts. They’re my favorites.”
“That you use for cleaning?” He winked.
“So? Come on, He-man. You didn’t tie up my ankles.”
A mischievous light twinkled in his eyes. “That’s an interesting idea. I’ll have to try it out sometime.”
Her mouth dropped open. She hadn’t intended to encourage this kind of thing, not that she minded it. The idea of him being in complete control like this was like a fantasy come true. He untied the string on her shorts and hooked his thumbs inside her panties. She lifted her hips to help him, and he tugged them away in one clean, sweeping motion, leaving them around her knees. He sat up and moved lower to toss off her slippers and finish stripping her naked. If she hadn’t cared about him so much, the idea of being exposed and at his will would have intimidated her. She knew Connor though, and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her. He’d proven that.
He nudged apart her thighs and ran his fingertips along them. “You’re so beautiful, Angel.” He moved between her legs and lay on his stomach near her pussy. She wanted his mouth on her, and she definitely wanted her mouth on him. She’d yet to have that luxury. But most of all, she wanted him buried inside her.
An image of him thrusting into her flashed through her head, and a wave of desire speared her, flaring her arousal. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Connor blocked the way.
Connor’s dark gaze seared her as he looked first at her, then again at her moist folds. He trailed his fingers along her thigh again and circled them up to her belly button and down the other thigh. He was toying with her, but she knew from his stare that he wouldn’t be able to for long.
“Connor,” she said, lifting her hips slightly. “Don’t be such a tease. I need you touching me, filling me, making love to me.”
He made a low growling sound and pressed his lips against her thigh and trailed kisses up until he reached her pussy. He opened her lips and slid his tongue between them in long strokes, tickling her clit before delving lower to her entrance. His tongue pushed inside her, and she grabbed the headboard as sensations nearly bowed her spine.
She stared up at the ceiling, savoring the pleasure his tongue stirred within her. The bed shifted a little, and she glanced down to see he’d changed his position. He watched her with almost a feral stare. His eyes were wolf amber. She gasped and squirmed at the startling sight, which made Connor that much more passionate about claiming her with his tongue.
Desire pooled within her, and she threw back her head. She knew what Connor was capable of. Previously, he’d seemed almost restrained, maybe this was Connor’s way of showing he trusted her, and maybe he trusted himself with her. Those thoughts shattered as he pulled away.
She heard a rip of foil and saw that Connor had stripped away his jeans and was rolling on a condom. Her heart hammered in her chest as he crawled up the bed as graceful as the wolf he was.
He spread her legs even more and settled between them. The tip of his cock pressed at her entrance. He brushed his lips against hers.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs and rubbed against him, trying to pull him inside her, but he was like a brick wall. He didn’t budge at first, and then he sank into her, inching his way inside. Pulling away from the kiss, she tilted her head to the side. His mouth slid down, nipping and kissing the column of her neck.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He growled low in his chest, sending erotic vibrations through her body. His hips rocked gradually faster until she could feel his arms humming with power and restraint.
She moved back to kiss him again, but he nipped her gently and brought a moan to her lips. She could feel his grin against her shoulder. He leaned his head down until he was able to kiss and fondle her breasts again. His teeth scraped against her nipple, and she arched into his mouth.
Faint energy stirred beneath her, but she shoved it aside as unimportant. The feeling of Connor inside her was her only focus.
His strokes lengthened, and he shoved into her harder. She squeezed her pussy around him, and he groaned. “Who’s the tease now?”
She grinned but didn’t have much time to savor it. He shifted his position and used his cock to touch her in the place that mattered most. Pleasure rolled over her like a wave, until an orgasm crashed through her. She closed her eyes, but fingers gripped her chin lightly.
“No, don’t close your eyes, Angel. I want to watch you.” His voice had taken on the gravelly note.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him, trying not to close them again against the intense pleasure surging through her. Panting and moans of pleasure were the only responses she could give him.
Connor thrust in suddenly, and his eyes bled wolf-amber again. He kept his gaze on her as he groaned. His cock twitched in release inside her, which only added to her own pleasure.
His lips descended on hers, and she let him take her mouth, spearing it with the same fiery passion he’d displayed with her pussy before. His hands caressed down her sides as the orgasm subsided. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss and withdrew from her.
Connor headed toward the bathroom, and she rattled the handcuffs with all the strength she could muster.
“Hey, what about these?” she called after him.
He turned and winked. “Who said we were done?”
Heat cascaded through her from head to toe, and she gulped.
A brush of fur moved from her back toward her stomach and made her look down at her blush-tinted skin. Kira rumbled in appreciation and stretched leisurely, swishing her tail from side to side.
Angelique cursed and tossed her head back against the pillow.
Connor chuckled, and she heard the sound of his retreating footsteps on her bathroom floor.
Kira slinked up toward her shoulder and nuzzled her head against Angelique’s neck. “Yeah, yeah,” she murmured. “You’re more pervy than I thought you were. Go to sleep before he gets back.”
Kira growled, obviously unhappy with the idea.
Angelique sent power toward her to make her slumber, but Kira resisted. Angelique didn’t have the heart to force her back asleep. “Fine, but stay hidden somewhere. Go to my back again.”
Kira settled on her shoulder and crossed her paws elegantly in front of her.
Connor grinned as he walked back to bed. “Looks like we have a voyeur for round two.”
~ About the Author ~
Sarah Mäkelä lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters.
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