However, I found myself saying, “Yes, Hagen.”
Something about Hagen made me want to comply with everything he wanted of me. And I knew without a doubt, I’d willingly suffer the consequences when I eventually broke his rules.
His mouth crashed down on mine, and all thoughts left my mind except for the need to let this man consume me. My arms wrapped around his neck as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine.
God, he tasted like heaven, like I’d come home.
His hold slid from my face and down my body, gripping my thighs and lifting me up against his hard, aroused form.
The thick, hard length of his cock rubbed my clit, making me moan into the all-consuming kiss.
I gasped, breaking our embrace when my back hit the bed.
This man had my mind so scrambled, I hadn’t even realized he’d moved us.
“Grip the comforter above your head, and no matter what I do, don’t let go.”
The heat and intensity of his gaze had me following his order without question.
Slowly he untied the knot holding my halter dress at the back of my neck. He pulled the straps free, nudging the fabric down until he exposed my aching breasts.
“These are perfection.” He cupped them with each hand, kneading the mounds and pinching the tips.
I arched into his addictive touch. There was truly nothing like his callused hands on my skin.
This man made me want things I’d never allowed myself to want; he stirred me to do things I’d never considered a possibility.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking, teasing, tasting, and then moved to the other, giving it the same addictive attention.
He moved lower, tugged my dress down my body, and dropped it to the floor. He lifted to sitting, studying me. I should have felt exposed at the heated way he inspected every curve of my body, but it was as if he was memorizing me, wanting never to forget anything about me.
“You’re incredible. I have to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment you walked into the bar.”
“I have no problem with that.”
He leaned down, his breath and tongue grazing down my abdomen, stopping only when he reached the top of my underwear.
“I hope you weren’t attached to these.”
Before I could respond, he snapped the sides, tossing the expensive lingerie behind him. Then he gripped the backs of my knees and set them on his shoulders.
“Remember what I said, don’t let go, no matter what I do.” He blew on my center.
My nails dug into the soft comforter. “I…I won’t. I pr…”
My words died on my lips as he took a long swipe of my slick pussy lips. He teased me with his evil tongue, never going further than a light circle of my clit.
He was driving me mad on purpose. If he didn’t do something more than rim my sex, I was going to lose my shit.
As if knowing I was about to grip his head and move his mouth where I wanted, he pinned my wrists. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Bastard,” I growled.
He laughed against my clit. “That was not one of the phrases I approved you to say.”
“Dammit, Hagen. Do something, anything but this torment.”
“How about this?” He plunged his tongue deep inside my pussy, eating me like a man starved, licking, thrusting, devouring.