Darkly (Follow Me 4)

“Tell me why it can’t lead anywhere.”

I shrug once more. “I can’t give you a reason.”

“You mean you won’t.”

Smart girl. “Stickler for semantics, are you?”

She nods.

“Then you’re correct. I won’t.”

She’s still standing against her desk, and the tops of her breasts—visible in the low-cut, clingy shirt she’s wearing—are rosy. I imagine how soft and warm they’ll be against my fingers, my lips.

She’s holding back quivers, forcing her body not to respond to mine.

She knows how to stay in control. Damn, she’s good.

But I’m better.

“I… I’ll…think about it,” she finally says.

Think about it? It’s her right, of course, so I’ll make damned sure she has something to think about. Something long and hard that can give her another one of those orgasms she’s only begun to experience.

I crush her to my body, my erection apparent. I press it into her belly. “This isn’t a game, Skye.”

“I never said it was.”

“There’s nothing to think about.”

“There’s a lot to think about. I’m not someone’s toy, Braden. I have some self-respect, you know.”

“Of course you do. Do you honestly think I’d want to bed a woman who has no self-respect?”

She steadies herself. “Honestly, I don’t know what to think.”

“Think about this.” I cup both her cheeks and smash my lips to hers.

She opens, letting her tongue wander out to meet mine.

The intensity of the kiss surprises me.

I feel like I’m drugged, aware of nothing else but Skye’s lips on mine, her tongue tangling, teasing mine. Her kisses are addictive, and I want more of them. More of everything Skye Manning.

Her body splayed out and bound, her skin red from a riding crop, her nipples sore from a clamp. Better yet—sore from my lips and teeth.

I want her any way and every way.

But first I have to get her back to my bed.

She deepens the kiss, groanin

g into my mouth, pushing her breasts into my chest. Her nipples are hard. She rises on her toes and rubs against my bulge. Yes, yes. I feel her begin to surrender, begin to need this as much as I do.

There’s only one thing for me to do.

I pull away, breaking the kiss with a loud smack.

She falls back against the desk, gripping the edge.