“Get changed,” I said. “You’ve been wearing the same clothes for two days now.”
“I’m not parading around your house in skimpy underwear, you do realize that, right?”
“I realize you need me to keep you alive, and I want to see you wear some of this.” I nudged the bag closer to her. “Get changed.”
She glared at me but snatched it up and disappeared into her room. I made myself some coffee, smiling the whole time. I didn’t actually expect her to put on the lingerie, but I did want to see how she’d react if I bought her some.
Five minutes later, she came back downstairs, and I nearly dropped my mug on the tile floor.
She wore a black one-piece that was lace and see-through and left very, very little to the imagination. She had a black silk robe left untied and open, her wavy auburn hair down around her shoulders, a little smirk on her face as I stared at her gorgeous creamy skin. I stepped toward her, clutching the mug between my hands, but she backed away.
“Easy,” she said, raising her hands.
“Easy?” I cocked my head. “You come downstairs in that, and you want me to go easy on you?”
Her eyes went wide, and she must’ve realized her mistake. “I only wanted to tease you.”
“I don’t do teasing, little princess.” I put the mug down on the table.
“Luke.” She kept going back to the stairs.
I followed her each step. I stared at her ass when she turned and hurried, taking two steps at a time, and caught a glimpse of her gorgeous little mound. I kept pace and she tried to slam the door in my face, but I caught it and shoved it open.
She backed toward the far window.
“Don’t look so scared,” I said smirking, head tilted. “You think I’m going to take you against your will?”
“I think you’re looking at me like I’m a snack.”
“You’re a goddamn buffet, princess.” I stopped inches in front of her and shoved the robe back off her shoulders. She gasped in surprise as I reached up to unlace the tie that kept the front of her bodice together. Her breasts were barely contained, and each deep breath she took sent me into wild, heady spins of need and desire. Once the ties were off, she reached up and covered her chest with her arms, crossing them tight.
I laughed softly.
“I get it, I shouldn’t have teased,” she whispered. “If I tell you to back off, are you going to back off?”
“I might,” I said, getting closer. I pinned her hard against the wall, taking one wrist and peeling her arm off her breasts. I held it up above her head, and her chest was barely covered by her other arm, one nipple peeking out above her wrist. “Go ahead and find out.”
She sucked in a gasping breath as I kissed her neck. The second she told me to stop, then I’d stop. But the way she made soft panting noises, and the fact that she’d paraded herself in front of me in this thing knowing damn well that I wanted to take her, meant she wanted it as badly as I did.
“Luke.” My lips found hers gently at first, then faster, with more urgency. I grabbed her other wrist and pulled it back, and although she resisted me, she didn’t tell me to stop. I put that wrist up above her head, and her breasts spilled out from her lingerie as I kissed her hard, tongue against her tongue, lips rough and soft all at once. I pulled back for a moment and stared at her hard nipples, pink and gorgeous, and let out an involuntary growl. Her eyes were damp and wide with desire as I licked one perfect little pink nub, biting down softly, making her moan, her back arch.
“Luke,” she whispered again.
“Don’t you tell me to stop,” I growled, keeping her wrists pinned.
“Luke!”
That time, it wasn’t her though. I paused, listening. German’s voice from downstairs.
Her mouth fell open but she pulled her wrists from my grasp and covered her chest again with her hands, her cheeks bright pink as she looked down at the floor.
“You should answer,” she said.
“Luke, where are you?” German’s voice again, angry and insistent.
“Fuck,” I said, and stared at her. “I want you still in that thing when I get back. Do you understand? I’m not done with you.”
She pulled her robe up and covered herself, belting it tight. “I think you should go.” She couldn’t meet my eyes.
I tore myself away with another growl, this time from anger. I was inches away from having her, and god, was it delicious, even better than I could’ve guessed. She was primed and perfect, every inch of her quivering for me, the way her wrists felt beneath my hands, the way she submitted to me, fought only enough to drive me wild, but moaned when I licked and kissed her.