So Sensitive (Hard to Get 1)

He chuckled at her matter-of-fact tone and reached out to stroke her cheek with the tip of his index finger. “Close your eyes for me,” he gently ordered.

She shook her head in denial. “I want to see you.”

“And you wil , but first, close your eyes.”

She obeyed, and Wade’s cock hardened. He wanted her total submission; nothing less would do. Not for him. He wanted to seduce her, to mesmerize her into doing as he wished. Her lashes began to flutter open, but he touched each lid with a kiss, effectively keeping them closed.

“Keep them that way until I say.”

She remained quiet, but her lids never lifted, thril ing the hel out of him by her sweet surrender. He caressed her hair with his fingers, stroking the silky tresses. “I love your hair, sweetheart. So soft and baby fine.”

Wade trailed his hand down the silky length to smooth one finger over her neck. He touched the pulse beating wildly in her throat, and it seemed to quicken right under his fingertip. Leaning in, he inhaled her feminine fragrance. “Your scent is making me nuts. Bet you didn’t know I’ve thought about you like this, did you, Gracie?” Her mouth fel open, tempting him. He covered it with his own, tasting both surprise and arousal. He kept it quick; otherwise he might not be able to stop until he had her under him, his dick firmly locked inside her tight pussy.

“At night, when the rest of the world is asleep, my thoughts drift to you. I imagine you lying under me, your soft body pressed against mine as I take you, fil you. I’ve had my fair share of hot, erotic dreams of you, sweetheart.” His voice grew raspier with the fever that ran through his veins.

A fever only she could cool. He knew that to be a fact, because he’d tried to date other women. None were Gracie. None had her backbone, her green eyes, her lush body.

He bent his lips to her pulse and licked the length of her protruding vein. “You want me, huh? You trust me with your body, baby?” Her jerky nod gave him exactly what he needed, her total acceptance.

“Mmm, so sweet. I want more of you too. So much more. I want to know al your hot little buttons. The ones that cause your blood to pound through your veins and have you quivering with need. I want you begging and wriggling beneath me . . . for me.”

He bent and tasted her succulent, ivory neck. It cal ed to something primitive in him, something even he didn’t recognize. He licked her soft skin and suckled, luxuriating in the little sounds coming from Gracie’s pouty little mouth. Soft whimpers that he wanted to turn into cries of satisfaction. When he bit her lightly, branding her, Gracie lifted her hand to the back of his head, holding him in place, as if loath to let the moment end. Wade lifted up, forcing her to drop her hand, and stared down at her pliant body. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. “You may open your eyes now, sweet angel.”

Gracie let her lids drift open, her body burning with need. When she saw the raw hunger in Wade’s dark gaze, she knew it was the same for him. She wanted . . . Wade. His kisses, his caresses, his demands. Like a child being given a bite of a cookie, it wasn’t enough. “The things you do to me, the way you make me feel . . . It’s never been this way for me before.”

“Careful, baby. I’m only a man. Words like those could get you more than you ever bargained for.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiled and fingered the neckline of her nightgown. “Ah, there’s that sweet touch of innocence I told you about before.”

“You make me sound like a virgin. I have been with other men, Wade.” Unable to help herself, Gracie reached out and clutched his forearm.

His rough, tan skin and powerful muscles had captured her attention too many times to count. She’d only dreamed of touching, stroking. Now that she had him so close, she wasn’t about to waste even a second.

“Have you ever been with a man who was into bondage? Voyeurism? Have you ever played the submissive for a dom?”

The images his words invoked had her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn’t speak, could only shake her head, hoping it was enough.

“That’s sort of what I thought. The things I like to do with a woman, the things I want to do with you, they’re very specific, Gracie.”

“You want to tie me up?” Why did the idea of being at Wade’s mercy intrigue her so? She should be scandalized. Instead her pussy flooded with liquid heat.

“We’l leave my wants for another day.” The finger that had been playing with her neckline dipped beneath. The rough texture of his skin against hers had her head spinning. “Right now, the only thing that matters is you,” he whispered. “I want to see this pretty body, Gracie. May I?”

“Y-Yes.”

Wade removed his hand and stood. He crooked his finger at her and growled, “Come here.”

Gracie tossed the blankets aside and brought her legs to the edge of the bed. As her feet touched the floor, Wade held out a hand. She placed her palm in his and let him pul her up. He raised her hand to his lips and left a soft kiss on her knuckles, before releasing her and stepping closer. He clutched fistfuls of her gown and started to tug upward. Blood rushed through Gracie’s veins as she realized he would be looking at her for the first time. Her too plump body, the bruises from the crash, it’d al be on display for him.

And so would the piercings.

Damn.

When he had the material up around her waist, she stopped him with her uninjured hand against his chest. “Wait.” He quirked a brow at her, clearly puzzled by the sudden change. “There’s something you should know first.”

His eyes softened. “You can tel me anything, baby.”