Daring Time

Her eyelids flashed open in alarm. She glanced up at Ryan with the tip of her tongue still savoring his nipple. Why had his voice sounded so hard?

What she saw in his rigid features emboldened her. She flicked her tongue rapidly over the stiff disc, letting him watch.

"Unbutton my jeans and touch my cock," he ordered.

But she recalled all too well the way he'd set the pace for her when she'd begged him while he suckled her breasts last night. This tense, coiled excitement that built and built was the true meaning of seduction, Hope decided.

So instead of doing what Ryan demanded she smiled and pulled her long hair over to one side, out of her way. She placed her mouth over his nipple. He groaned when she applied suction and scraped her front teeth over the sensitive flesh, just as he'd done to her last night. She thought he might chastise her for not doing what he ordered, but he remained silent and tense as she used her lips and tongue to explore his chest and abdomen. As she nibbled her way down his body he slowly lowered his legs so she could move downward more easily, so Hope expected he liked her explorations even though she wasn't doing precisely what he asked.

Yet, anyway.

She cradled his ribs in her hands and spread kisses over his stomach. When she moved up slightly, the tips of her breasts slid across his belly just above the pants that he'd called jeans. He groaned and she glanced up into his face. She saw where he stared so fixedly and looked down to see the flesh of her breasts spilling abundantly over the edge of her tight corset.

Her smile up at him was a tad devilish before she planted a kiss on his belly button and dragged her tongue down the strip of dark brown hair just beneath it.

"You're buying yourself a one-way ticket right over my knee, witch."

She glanced up at him in trepidation but then snorted softly with laughter when she saw the grin curving his handsome mouth. Still—when she saw how hot his stare was, she wondered for a moment if he hadn't been at least partially serious in his threat.

"You make it sound like I'd never come back," she told him archly before she lightly licked the skin just above his jeans. He started at the caress.

"You'll come back all right—with one very sore butt."

"All right. I'll do what you asked."

He gave an exasperated grunt. "I'll believe that when I see it."

She sat up and narrowed her eyelids at him before she scooted her bottom down his thighs, pressing against his clearly defined erection in the process. He gritted his teeth and drew his breath in sharply. Hope pulled on the fly of his pants, practically ripping the metal buttons through the holes.

"Hold on a second," Ryan muttered when she started yanking on his jeans frantically. He leaned up from his reclining position to try to help her. His tone had sounded surprised.

Well, what did he expect? Did he think he was the only one here who was eager for her to touch him?

He lifted his hips and between the two of them they wrestled his jeans and starkly white underwear down to his thighs. When Hope saw his cock lying erect along his belly, however, she gave up trying to help him and lowered down to inspect him more closely.

Her long hair fell forward and slithered across his stomach, partially obscuring his penis.

Hope pushed it back impatiently.

Ryan went still as she studied him just inches away from his erect member. Several blue veins distended along the length of the staff. The head was shaped like the cap of a paddy straw mushroom, smooth and succulent in appearance. She inhaled and caught his musky, male scent.

Liquid heat surged between her thighs.

"I can't believe you put that inside me," she whispered. Her wide-eyed fascination only mounted when his cock slid an inch on his belly as though drawn to her warm breath.

"Well, believe it. I'm going to put it inside of you more times than you'll ever be able to count."

She shifted up on him slightly. He gasped and fell back on the bed.

"Christ, Hope."

"What?" she asked, alarmed that something was wrong.

"Your hair," he grated out. Hope noticed perspiration dampening his brow. "It's like .. .

coiled silk."

She glanced down and saw a swatch of her dark hair had spilled again over his belly and cock. She instinctively moved her head, swooshing it back and forth.