His lips lightly touched her cheek before he started on the buttons on her blouse. Within seconds he had her naked, the pretty rings piercing her breasts beckoning to be licked. “I fucking love your nipple rings, Gracie.” He dipped his head and sucked one turgid peak into his mouth.
“Oh, God! That feels so good. I missed your touch, Wade.”
He flicked her nipple with his tongue once more before using his hands to cup and plump her tits together. Wade groaned as he nuzzled the pil owy softness of her breasts. He squeezed both with his hands, first kissing one then licking the other, relishing their ful ness. He nestled his face in the val ey between, and she whimpered. Wade inhaled her sweet scent, deliberately driving himself mad. She was a powerful mix of heat and aroused woman.
He didn’t think he could wait another second to be inside of her. He reminded himself that his goal wasn’t to rut, but to give Gracie as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to give her something she couldn’t get with any other man. If he pleased her wel enough, she’d stick around.
And she’d want him, again and again, the way he wanted her.
Wade’s palm traveled down her body, coasting over the bruises on her torso before reaching her tiny bud. “Mmm, look what I found.” She moaned, and he watched her twist and thrash as his fingers continued their torture. “Be stil . I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“I can’t. It’s impossible to stay stil when you do that, Wade.”
He ground his teeth against the need clawing at him. “Then I’l stop. I won’t have you reinjuring yourself.”
“Don’t stop. I swear I’l try to stay stil . Just, please, don’t stop.”
He heard the desperation in her voice. He felt the same wild drive as she. Stil he pushed for a more solid answer. “You’l tel me if there’s pain?”
“I promise I’l tel you,” she breathed out.
Wade knew it wasn’t going to get any better than that. He’d just have to watch her closely for any signs of discomfort. She’d been hurt enough; he’d not be adding to her pain. In fact . . .
“You remember I mentioned to you about having very specific ideas?”
Her gaze widened, and he felt her stiffen. She slowly nodded.
Reaching over, Wade pul ed a pair of handcuffs out of his end table drawer and held them up for her to see. “I want to handcuff you to the bed. Wil you let me?”
“Um, I’ve never—”
He flicked her nose. “I figured that out by the look of horror on your face, baby. But you trust me with your body, remember?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“I’d cut off my own hand before I’d ever harm you, sweet angel.”
Her gaze softened as she looked him over from head to toe. Smiling now, she said, “On one condition.”
Damn, she was way too quick with the game. “A condition, Gracie? I thought we agreed you’d submit to me.”
“It’s a smal favor. You wouldn’t begrudge me that, would you?”
The little minx. She knew he would do whatever she asked. “What’s the favor?”
“I want you naked.”
“That’s the favor? I need to be undressed or you won’t al ow me to use the cuffs?”
She nodded, a grin lighting up her entire face. It turned his heart to mush to see her dropping her defenses with him. “You drive a hard bargain, but I suppose the payoff is worth disrobing.”
“Thank you.” Gracie touched her lips against the warmth of Wade’s mouth. Heaven. It had to be heaven; nothing else could feel so good, so right. She let herself flow with the desire that coursed through her body. Nibbling and licking at him, playing the way she’d wanted for so long.
Taking her time, she built his excitement before al owing him entrance to her mouth.
Wade’s probing tongue arrogantly pushed its way into the soft opening and took her on a ride. Her breasts tingled and ached. She felt her nipples harden in anticipation of his ministrations. But he seemed content to linger on her mouth, taking his time to explore every tiny recess.
She pushed against him, shamelessly, tel ing him without words how desperate she was to feel him, skin to skin. Wade continued to tease and torture. She wanted more. Everything. Now.