Take A Chance On Me (17 page)

She closed her eyes and just about melted into the bed.

He nipped at her collarbone, slid down her chest, nuzzling the slope of her breast before capturing one nipple with his lips.

She arched, her heels digging into the mattress as he sucked the hard, aching bud deep into his mouth. The sensation was so exquisite that she thought she might climb out of her skin for wanting him. She buried her hands into his hair, digging her nails into his scalp to keep him close.

He played with her nipples, masterfully using hands, lips, tongue, and teeth until she wanted to cry for relief. Impossibly, her belly coiled tight. So tight she might break.

Still trapped between the ironclad muscles of his thighs, she twisted. God, she needed friction. Why wouldn’t he let her move?

He bit the aching peak. Pleasure snapped through her nerve endings, so sharp it bordered on pain. Unable to hold back, a moan escaped her.

He gave a deep laugh, so filled with carnal intent that she felt the flush deepen on her already hot skin.

His mouth left her breast, the hard bud wet and needy as he slithered down her body. His hands rested on her hips. “Lift.”

Without even a thought to the contrary, she complied.

He shifted, nudging her legs with his knees until her thighs splayed open and vulnerable. He moved between them, resting on his haunches as he looked his fill.

An urge to cover herself snuck over her, dimming some of her desire. Her arm twitched and his gaze snapped to hers. “Don’t even think about it.”

God, that voice. The low threat. The command.

“You are gorgeous.” His smile was wicked as he slid a finger along her wet center. “And this is a surprise.”

Her lashes fluttered at the feather-light touch. “What?”

“You’re bare.” Another soft brush passed over moist flesh, not touching where she needed it most.

Oh, yeah. She’d forgotten. She managed to pant out, “The woman . . . at the salon . . . said it was trendy.”

He scooted down, never ceasing his slow, methodical stroking of her slick folds.

She squeezed her lids tightly, gritting her teeth as she silently willed him to touch her harder.

He blew across her overheated skin. “I like it.”

She froze, everything inside her going still. She jerked up. “What are you doing?”

His head lifted and he stared at her from beneath her splayed thighs. “I told you I was going to lick you.”

Panic edged out her lust. “Please don’t.”

One brow arched. “No?”

She shook her head vehemently, trying to scramble up the bed.

A hard clamp over her thighs ceased her frantic movement. “Why?”

“I don’t like it,” she said, completely embarrassed. She’d worked up the courage to ask Steve once, and it had been a disaster. She’d lived in fear of him ever trying it again, but thankfully, he’d never brought it up.

She shook her head. No! Not now! She didn’t want to think about
him
.

She collapsed onto the bed and threw her arm over her face. All that greedy, dizzying desire was gone like a puff of air. Ruined.

He licked the length of her slit, shocking her.

“No!” She tried to close her legs, but his large palms pressed her down to the mattress.

Another swipe of his tongue.

She glared up at the ceiling, clenching her hands into fists. “I thought you’d said you’d stop.”

His mouth danced over her flesh, lips grazing her inner thigh before his teeth gently scraped over her sensitive flesh. Despite her unease, her thighs trembled in response. She gritted her teeth.

“You’re nervous, not turned off.” His warm breath blew over her skin, tickling her.

It was an effort, but she stayed completely still. “I don’t like it.”

He sat up, and powerful relief stole through her as she let out the air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Thank you.”

He smiled and entwined their fingers together. “Don’t thank me yet.” He brought their joined hands to rest between her thighs. “Touch yourself.”

“Wh-what?” she sputtered. Was he crazy?

He changed his hold, gripping her wrist so that her hand rested against her opening. “Touch yourself.”

“I most certainly will not.” Her tone was as prim as a schoolmarm. This was turning into the disaster she’d been afraid of. “You’re ruining this for me.”

He shrugged, as though totally unconcerned. “Do it, or I’ll do it for you.”

“No,” she said, and looked around for something to cover herself with. “This was a mistake. I’m leaving.”

He laughed. Actually laughed!

Anger spiked, cooling the last remaining heat in her blood. She tried to wrench away, but he held her tight. Over the years she’d taught herself to repress her temper. All the consequences of unleashing it roiled to the surface, but she pushed them away as she kicked at him. “I’m never going to forgive you for this. It was going so well, and you had to go and spoil it.”

“Ruined you for sex forever, did I?” His tone was amused instead of concerned.

“Yes!” She glared, her fury as hot as her lust had been moments before. “It looks like I have to join the convent after all, thanks to you!”

“I see,” he said, looking her over with a lazy glance. “Such a shame.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Her foot shot out as she aimed for the center of his chest.

He batted her away as though she were a pesky fly, his hold on her wrist not loosening even a fraction. “You are so irresistible when you get all riled up.”

“I hope you’re happy. This is exactly the disaster I imagined.” She wanted to kill him. Everything had been perfect, exactly what she’d been wanting, and now it was her worst nightmare.

Without letting her go, he moved up her body and loomed over her. “You have only yourself to blame.”

With her free hand, she pinched him.

Laughing, he shook his head, then captured her free hand and manacled her wrists together. “I knew I was going to have to restrain you.”

“Jerk!” The insult did not leave her mouth with the vehemence she’d intended.

He planted one of those hot, open-mouth kisses over her pulse, calling her attention to the frantic beat under her skin.

“That’s not excitement,” she said, her tone petulant. “It’s anger.”

“I don’t care.” He scraped his teeth over the spot and her body betrayed her by stirring to life. “I like the way it feels under my tongue.”

“Don’t you care about my pleasure at all?” Ugh. She sounded whiny. She hated that.

He sucked at her neck and her vision dimmed as he licked and tortured the soft skin. Some of the lust-filled haze returned, dulling her mind.

No. She would not get distracted. She had a point to make.

“Yes,” he said, his breath hot against her neck. “But if you’re determined to talk yourself out of what you want, there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. She just didn’t like it and he wouldn’t listen.

He shifted to the side, and to her annoyance she missed the heat of his body pressing into hers. He clasped one of her hands and brought it down over her head to rest between her legs. This time, his palm covered hers and forced her middle finger to slide inside her core, right along with his. “Feel that?”

She gulped. She was hot. Wet. Too wet.

Something must have shown in her expression because he pressed harder, pushing her deeper as her own excitement slicked her skin.

He leaned down and licked a circle over her nipple, and her inner muscles clamped down, practically milking her finger in enthusiasm. He nipped at her nipple, causing another undeniable ripple before he blew across the aching tip. “You don’t know what you like, Maddie.”

“And you do?” She panted out the words.

“Not yet, exactly,” he said, flicking the hard bud with his tongue. “But I’ve got a damn good idea.”

“I don’t like
that
,” she said stubborn.

He moved their fingers inside her, a slow lazy pump that heated her blood. “You could have fooled me.”

“I said no.”

He slid them out of her body, releasing her and swirling a thumb over her clit. She jerked, a soft gasp escaping before she could push it back.

“Yes, that’s what your head says.” Mitch sucked her nipple into his mouth, pulling deep and strong, and the sensation shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs where he stroked with feather lightness. He lifted his head. “But you keep rocking your pussy into my hand just the same.”

A shocked, heated flush spread over her entire body. “No.”

“Yes. You were just too busy talking to pay attention.” With eyes dark as burnished gold, he met her gaze. “Let’s try a little experiment, okay?”

She didn’t like the sound of that, but was so embarrassed she couldn’t do anything but squeak.

He kissed her, a short, fleeting over-too-soon kiss. “I’m going to go down on you for fifteen minutes. If you still don’t like it at the end, I’ll never do it again. Sound reasonable?”

Well, when he put it like that, she’d look foolish to refuse.

After all, he wasn’t hurting her, and at the end of fifteen minutes, she wouldn’t have to endure any more humiliation over this again. She nodded.

He gave her one of those trademark sinful smiles that never failed to make her weak in the knees and pointed to the bedside clock. “You can watch the time. Just tap me on the shoulder when the fifteen minutes is up.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

He laughed, sliding down her body. Muscles taut, she braced herself, gaze glued to the red digital display. She’d expected him to go right to ground zero, but instead he brushed his lips along her inner thigh, first one and then the other. Nerves she’d believed numb quivered to life.

She watched the clock.

He licked the soft flesh. Nipped. Sucked.

Her core contracted. She bit her lip as her blood stirred.

His lips moved so softly over her skin, the pressure so light that she couldn’t help but crave more.

The red numbers on the clock changed. One minute.

He treated the other thigh to the same attention.

Her lashes fluttered and she stubbornly forced them open.

The urge to close her legs was impossible to resist, but he tightened his grip the second she tensed, not allowing her to move.

Two minutes.

He nibbled his way to the crease of her thigh, his breath hot against her folds. She braced herself, her eyes clinging to the red numbers as though they were her lifeline. But he didn’t go in; instead, he scraped his teeth against the taut tendon on her inner thigh, and she sucked in her stomach as desire shot through her.

Four minutes.

Her breath came a little faster as anxiety grew, tinged with pleasure. Her hips twitched as she fought the desire to force him to deepen the contact.

Six.

Finally, he licked, flicking his tongue along her slit. Involuntarily, her body arched, but she pressed her spine along the mattress, determined not to give in.

He chuckled, and she knew he hadn’t missed the movement.

He
was
mean. She’d make him pay. Later. Much, much later.

He dipped inside. Just a fraction.

Her nipples beaded once again into hard, almost painful peaks. A dark, wayward thought entered her mind. She wanted to stroke them, pull them, and pinch them as he’d done earlier. But she couldn’t do that.

Sure, she’d touched her breasts before, but never in front of anyone.

An image of his mouth between her legs and her playing with her nipples filled her mind with such erotic vividness that her inner muscles clamped down.

He moaned, causing a sinfully delicious vibration against her skin.

Her breath grew faster, and her lids grew heavy at his heady exploration.

Eight minutes.

He licked her clit and the nerves there jumped to life. She bit her bottom lip, fighting the cry that filled her throat.

He increased his pressure.

She grabbed a fistful of the sheets and hung on for dear life.

His tongue swirled.

His mouth was hot on her skin.

No longer able to stand it, her eyes closed as an impossible, undeniable pressure coiled tight.

Two fingers slid inside her as he lapped at the hard bud.

Oh God.

His tongue was too talented: impossibly, wickedly talented. Unable to fight her body’s urges any longer, her hips rocked.

The sensation built.

He hooked his fingers deep, right over her pelvic bone, and rubbed in hard, sure circles.

Her body jerked. Her hands clenched the cotton. The cry tore unbidden from her throat.

His lips sucked her clit. The rhythm increased on that one maddening spot.

Everything clenched.

He became relentless, demanding—no longer coaxing a response, but forcing one. Every nerve she had flamed.

A sharp, exquisite, almost painful pleasure twisted and coiled.

He persisted.

The orgasm hovered just beyond her reach, taunting her, teasing her. She moaned, partly in frustration and partly from how unbelievably his mouth and hands tormented her.

Unable to stop, her hips moved. Strained to get closer. This was nothing like what she’d experienced before. She forgot all her reservations, her protests, and her stubborn stand, and reveled at his talent.

Inside, his fingers twisted. His teeth scraped along her clit.

She exploded. The climax ripped from her body as wave after wave of almost violent contractions wracked her body. She cried out when he pressed harder, not letting go, not letting up. The sensations were so intense that they’d be unbearable if they hadn’t felt so damn good.

Another wave of pleasure shook her frame, tossing her about. “Oh God!”