“Didn’t I already say yes?”
“You did.” His teeth followed the tendons in her neck. She shuddered in his arms and she felt his smile against her skin. “But I want to blindfold you so you can focus on how you feel, not on what I’m doing.”
“What will you be doing to me?”
A kiss below her ear. “Teasing you.” A soft kiss in front of her ear. “Pushing your boundaries.” He gently blew in her ear. “Boundaries that you claimed earlier might not be boundaries at all.”
She wanted this sexy, intense man to make her so mindless with lust, to get her so drunk on him that she couldn’t think. She nuzzled the base of his throat. “No boundaries, Ronin.”
He kissed her with zeal. With finesse.
And she lost herself in him.
“First I want to get you out of this dress.” Ronin turned her around and undid the zipper. Slowly. He dragged his fingertips up and down her spine in a featherlight touch that brought all of those nerve endings alive. He slipped his fingers across her shoulders and loosened her dress.
Amery felt the beaded material slipping down her chest and she stopped it just before it cleared her ni**les.
Then Ronin stood in front of her. He traced the edge of her jaw. “Do you have any idea how appealing you look right now? With your hair tangled from my fingers. With your mouth so full and ripe from kissing me.” His rough thumb followed the upper and lower bow of her lips. “With your sexy little dress clutched over your br**sts, attempting to conceal what’s mine tonight.”
The man had a way with words that made her tremble.
“Drop the dress, Amery.”
She let go and it landed on the floor in a soft whoosh.
“Bend over and place your hands on the bed.”
Amery put an extra swing in her hips as she rolled herself down until her palms were flat on the mattress. Ronin stared at her ass so intently she swore his heated gaze singed her skin.
“Head up.” Ronin nestled his groin against her ass.
A spike of desire nearly shot her through the roof.
Then something soft and silky covered her eyes and everything went dark. “Is that your tie?”
“Yes.” His fingers hooked inside her thong and he slowly dragged it down her legs. Once it reached her ankles, Ronin dropped to his knees. He tapped the inside of her right calf and she lifted her foot, expecting he’d take her thong off. “No. Widen your stance with the thong where it is.”
His commanding presence filled the room, permeating the air. His will seeped through her skin and settled into her bones. And it was like this every time they were together. Would it flame out because it burned so hot?
“Hey, baby. Where’d you go?”
That quietly controlled voice caused her to jump. “What?”
“You were relaxed in a happy place and then you weren’t. What changed?”
“I had the fleeting fear this would burn out.”
“Don’t think.” He pressed openmouthed kisses across the backs of her knees. “Stay steady. Even when I do this.” He licked the crease of her knee, a soft tickle of his tongue while trailing his fingers on the outsides of her thighs.
Amery was half tempted to fall face-first into the puffy mattress; her legs and arms were absolutely quaking from his wickedly talented mouth. When he swept butterfly kisses across the curve of her ass cheeks, she made a low moan of need.
Even that didn’t hurry the man up. If her groin was closer to the bed, she’d be grinding her clit against it, trying to come. She sighed when Ronin gently urged her passion-flushed face to press against the mattress.
“Put your hands behind your back, palms facing out.”
Thank God for yoga. What would he do if she couldn’t hold the position he demanded? Spank her?
That’s where she’d draw the line. She’d been spanked as a child, by her father’s hand, a ruler, a hairbrush, a plastic pipe.
“Amery. Stop thinking.” He twined something soft around her wrists. As soon as he finished, he caressed the skin above where he’d secured her hands. Then he rested the side of his face against hers, his chest to her spine.
Having her vision blocked heightened her anticipation. She wanted the intimacy of skin on skin so much she squirmed.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t. I want—”
“I know what you want. Are you wet enough for it?”
“Yes.”
His hand slid around her waist and through the thin strip of hair covering her mound. That long, deadly accurate middle finger slipped inside her. “You are wet.” He plunged in and out a few more times, stroking and teasing the swollen flesh. “Wouldn’t take much for you to come.”
“You touch me and I can’t help it.”
“But you won’t come until I say.”
“Are you punishing me for something?”
“No, baby, I’m giving you this. So relax and let me.” Ronin began drawing tight circles on her clit. Immediately she started to tremble—inside, outside. He held her down and steadily increased the pace of his finger until her body tensed. When he whispered, “Now,” she went off like a bottle rocket.
Every molecule in her body went taut, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
Then Ronin was slamming into her as the last pulse lingered, setting off another wave of contractions in short, sweet bursts.
His hands bracketed her hips as he powered into her with forceful thrusts. There was a frantic edge to the way he f**ked her. Animalistic. Fast. He had no intention of making this last.