Burned Deep (Burned 1)
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But it was just too incredible to give up right now for the sake of the next day’s sanity.
Dane eventually withdrew from me and pulled the ties that bound my wrists. He rubbed them affectionately and whispered, “Okay?”
“In heaven,” I murmured.
He gave me one of his carnal growls. “You’ll have me going again in seconds.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Lightly nipping my earlobe, he said, “I’ve got plenty more up my sleeve for you.”
Then he slipped from the bed. As he headed to a door on the opposite side of the room, I said, “You’re not wearing sleeves, but I’m still expecting something clever.”
His laugh filled the quiet night. Before he ducked into the bathroom, he told me, “I promise to keep you entertained.”
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I didn’t doubt it.
With a contented sigh, I collapsed against the ultra-sensual satin sheet.
Entertained was hardly the word I’d use for what he did. I wasn’t even myself at this point. I was some obsessed and euphoric woman whose body trembled and hummed with the sort of exhilaration that ought to be illegal. No one should feel this fantastic without giving up the rights to her soul.
It was too good. Too sinful.
Yet if there truly were something criminal about being this intensely aroused, sated, aroused, sated, aroused … Then okay. Lock. Me. Up.
Dane returned. I would have moved a bit to accommodate his large frame taking up so much of the bed but I didn’t have the strength. And he didn’t seem to mind wedging himself between me and the low headboard, both of us at an angle.
He dropped a sweet kiss on my shoulder, then reached behind him for a small glass bottle with a crooked nozzle sticking out of it.
“What are you up to now?” I asked.
“I promised not to wear you out, remember?”
“Oh, please,” I begged. “Wear me out.”
He laughed. “Close your eyes and enjoy.”
I frowned.
“Ari.” That insistent tone of his. “Try to relax.”
“Yeah, right. You’re naked. I’m naked. In what world would I be able to relax and not hope you’re planning to be inside me again in the next five minutes?”
His sexy chuckle didn’t help matters. How was I this perpetually turned on?
“You might like this just as much,” he assured me.
“Not a chance. Whatever it is.”
“Eyes closed.”
With a frustrated sigh, I did as he said.
His free hand lightly twisted my long hair and tucked it in the crook of my neck. Then I felt the titillating drizzle of warm oil along my spine.
And yes. It, too, felt heavenly.