Mastered (The Enforcers 1)

Drake stood and then simply slid his arms underneath her body and lifted her effortlessly into his hold and strode toward the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed with reverence that brought a knot to her throat. He followed her down, molding his mouth to hers in a hot, breathless kiss that was all consuming.

He broke away only to rain a trail of kisses down her jaw to just below her ear and nibble lightly at the sensitive skin, eliciting a cascade of chill bumps down her body. Then he licked at her lobe before sucking it gently between his teeth, nipping with just enough force to send shivers of desire down her spine.

He leaned up again and his face hovered directly over hers so their eyes met and she could see the burning intensity in his dark gaze.

“You are beautiful, Angel. And before tonight is over you’ll not only know how beautiful you are, you’ll feel it too.”

Oh my God. This man was lethal.

Slowly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world, he undressed her, piece by piece. Each time another item was divested, he would dip his mouth and explore the newly exposed region. She was gasping and arching into his touch and she still wasn’t fully unclothed.

When her bra loosened, she experienced a brief moment of panic. Her breasts were just . . . average. Not firm and they wouldn’t be “perky” without the aid of a push-up bra. She’d purchased one only because in her line of work, displaying what few assets she had was to her advantage. They weren’t saggy. They were just there and a little squishy. Ugh.

“What the hell is going through your head right now?” Drake murmured as he stared into her eyes.

“You don’t want to know,” she muttered.

“Stop thinking,” he ordered in a commanding tone that had her quivering to her core.

His eyes glittered and she got her first true glimpse of the dominant man she’d given herself to.

“Just feel,” he said, his voice softening from the dominant alpha male to what could only be described as a purr.

“Okay,” she whispered.

His head lowered and she sucked in her breath, waiting, aching, dying for the moment when his mouth closed over her nipple. She let out a wail of both pleasure and frustration when instead, he flicked his tongue over the already rigid peak, tonguing it to further rigidity. Then he turned and gave the other nipple equal attention, his movements practiced and unhurried.

God, they’d been making love all of two minutes and he was already a million times better than Eddie, whose idea of foreplay had been biting—painfully—into each nipple, fingering her roughly and then spreading her legs and thrusting when she was in no way ready for him.

She knew that if Drake spread her thighs and thrust into her right this moment, she would be wet and more than ready.

Finally she got her wish and his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently at first and then harder with rhythmic pulls until her vision went blurry.

“Oh God, Drake, you have to stop. Please don’t stop.”

She knew she wasn’t making a bit of sense, but she was nearly delirious with ecstasy and all he’d done was kiss her lips, her neck and her breasts.

He chuckled, his warm breath vibrating against her nipple, making it stiffen even more.

“Which is it, my angel? Stop or don’t stop?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed. “I don’t know what to do, Drake. Help me, please.”

He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes, his expression somber and so very sincere. “Trust me, baby. I’ll always have you. I’ll always guide you. I’ll always show you exactly what to do. You just have to let yourself go and trust me to get you there.”

She palmed his face in her hands and lifted her head to kiss him, her first act of aggression. “I do, Drake. God help me, but I do. I feel safe with you. I’ve never felt so safe in my life.”

A savage fire blazed in his eyes and she knew her words pleased him, that it was exactly the right thing to do and say.

“Lie back, Angel, and let me love you. We have all night and I plan to take my sweet time pleasuring my lady.”

She closed her eyes against the sudden wash of emotion. In that moment she felt wanted. Cherished. Like she mattered. That she wasn’t average and a nobody. Drake made her feel so very special, and she didn’t have the words to describe how very precious he made her feel. No man had ever looked at her like he did. No man had ever stood up for her, stood by her side and had her back. It was more than she could take in. She was completely and utterly overwhelmed.