Anticipation swirled inside of her, and she shoved both garments down her legs and kicked them off the couch so that she was naked from the waist down. As he shifted and moved a jean-clad knee between her legs, she pressed her palm to his warm, naked flesh as her arousal climbed a few more notches. God, he had a gorgeous body. Tattooed arms. Chiseled chest and abs. And a cock made for her pleasure. Yeah, she couldn’t wait for that part.
Before she could slide her fingers back down to his waistband, Mason instead pushed her to her back and dragged the hem of her camisole up her torso. “Put your hands over your head so I can take this off,” he ordered softly.
As directed, she raised her arms high as he pulled the top up and over her head. But instead of removing it completely, he twisted the thin shoulder straps and the rest of the material tight around her wrists so that they were bound together. With one hand, he pinned them on the couch above her head so that she was completely bared to him.
She felt equal measures of vulnerability and excitement. He soothed the former and fanned the flames of the latter as he slowly, deliberately trailed his gaze from her face, all the way down to her thighs. When he finally made his way back up to her eyes again, his features were etched with adoration and lust.
He pressed his face against her neck, his breath hot and damp against her skin as he licked a sizzling path all the way up to her ear. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
She shivered, her breasts swelling as her breathing escalated. “I know. You always do,” she said, and expressed her own desire. “But I want to touch you, too.”
He shook his head, his dark, silky hair brushing against her bare shoulder as he bit her earlobe. “That’s why I restrained your hands. So I can take full advantage of this soft, sweet body. So I’m in complete control of your pleasure. All you have to do is close your eyes and feel.”
She already felt so much. Physically, yes, but emotionally, her heart was wide open and completely his. With one of the hands secured above her head, he entwined their fingers, the gesture so sensual and intimate it made her ache deep inside.
His free hand cupped her breast, his fingers squeezing and plucking at the stif
f crest until her lips parted on a soft moan. His hot, wet mouth latched on to her other rock-hard nipple. His tongue swirled around the tip, his teeth adding a slight sting of pain as he lightly bit her flesh, making her whimper and her spine arch to push more of her breast between his lips. Seemingly knowing what she wanted, what she needed, he drew her deeper, the suctioning pull of his mouth so exquisite it made her wild.
And it made her beg. “Mason, please,” she rasped. “I need your fingers lower.”
He chuckled against her breast as his one hand skimmed down her quivering stomach. A single finger dipped inside of her navel, teasing and tormenting her. “Lower here?” he murmured, one hundred percent bad boy.
She opened her eyes and tried to glare at him, but the hot, dominant look on his face only made her realize that between her tied up hands and the knee wedged in between hers, she was completely at his mercy.
“Touch me . . . between my legs,” she said breathlessly.
His fingers caressed along the inside of her thigh, bypassing her aching sex. “Here?” he asked, oh-so-innocently.
She was dying, and with every stroke of his fingers on her body, no matter where, it only amplified the pulsing need he was blatantly avoiding. “Mason . . . ”
“Maybe you need to be more specific,” he suggested with a devilish grin as he flicked his tongue across her nipple again. “Come on, Kitty-Kat. Talk dirty to me. Tell me in filthy detail what you want so I can give it to you.”
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. The words were in her head, then in her mouth, and finally on the tip of her tongue. She spoke them before she lost the nerve. “Rub my clit with your fingers.”
He rewarded her with a satisfied smile. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked as he finally stroked his fingers over and around that hard, sensitive nub.
She gasped as the bundle of nerves came alive beneath his skillful touch, and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as he worked his magic. Her hips started to grind against his hand, and she felt so empty deep inside. This time, her dirty request came without hesitation.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” she moaned shamelessly.
She gasped as he immediately filled her up with the thrust of two deft fingers, and her breath paused in her throat. He held them unmoving deep inside of her, along with the concentrated pressure of his thumb on her clit, leaving her suspended somewhere between frustration and sublime ecstasy.
His mouth came back to her ear, his voice dark and possessive. “You ready to come apart for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she pleaded.
He exhaled a harsh breath and pumped his fingers in and out of her, hard and deep, while his thumb worked her clit in fast, relentless circles. So many sensations rocketed through her, and she tightened her fingers around the ones he’d laced with hers above her head, needing an anchor as her body shook from the force of her climax.
When her limbs stopped quaking and she finally came down from her high, she opened her eyes and found Mason looking at her, watching as she recovered. He’d released the camisole from around her wrists, and she slowly drew her arms back down. The hand that had just given her so much pleasure was now splayed on her stomach, but there was no mistaking the hard ridge of his erection beneath the fly of his jeans that was digging into her hip, reminding her that she was one step ahead of him in this game of bases they’d decided to play.
Smiling drowsily and uncaring that the scary moving was still playing in the background, she turned slightly to rub her body up against his like a satisfied cat. “You ready to score with a home run?” she asked as she skimmed her palms down his stomach, more than ready to go a second round, but this time with him buried inside her.
He stopped the hands traveling south and brought them back up to his chest. “Not tonight, Kitty-Kat.”
She was stunned, shocked, and confused. “Why not?”
A chill passed over her bare skin, and when she shivered, he reached for the blanket she always left draped over the back of the couch and covered her with it, tucking her close to his side.