The love–hate line was thin in any relationship, but in one where the balance of power was mixed with a heavy dose of danger, nothing was as it seemed. Not one damn thing.
I kissed her fiercely, as if this would be our last kiss until the end of time.
Being able to sweep my tongue inside her mouth was special, almost as much as having her in my arms. She remained unmoving as the moment of intimacy took on a life of its own, becoming rougher as our needs intensified.
Emmeline was as insatiable as I was, perhaps even more so now that I’d given her not only the opportunity but also the excuse for taking what she wanted.
After our tongues entwined for a full minute, she pushed me away, taking gasping breaths and laughing. Her eyes were already dilated, the gentle lighting highlighting the rich color of her irises.
She was truly a beautiful creature.
“I love your piercing,” she murmured.
“Oh, you do, huh.”
As she nodded her head ever so slowly, the time allowed me to tweak her nipple.
We rocked together, never blinking, barely breathing. That was the way of lovers. There was nothing else more important in the world than the two of them. That’s the way I felt about her. For all the years I’d tried so hard to be nothing but annoyed by her, the joy in being right here, right now was well worth any amount of physical torture.
Her soft lips remained pursed and as I rubbed the rough pads of my fingers of one hand along her spine, she took short, uneven breaths. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Could she know that I was pushed past limits of desire that few men were ever allowed?
The water softly lapped against the sides of the tub, daring to spill onto the floor. That didn’t stop her actions or her increasing needs. She arched her back, throwing back her head until she was able to study the ceiling. Her tight little nipples were too incredible and tempting to resist.
So I didn’t.
Cupping both, I swirled my tongue around one, taking my time doing so. Her skin was sweet even mixed with the hint of bubbles from the water. Not that a little soap would stop me. I flicked the tip back and forth until she moaned in response. Every time she lifted her lips until only my cockhead remained inside her tight wetness, I was worried she’d continue with her acts of torment.
Which meant I could need to continue punishing her for acts of insolence. Why was it that my mouth watered from the thought? Because I was a very bad man.
I rolled my lips to her other breast, not only suckling on her tender nipple but also biting down until she cried out in pain.
“Wicked. Wicked man.”
The taste of her soft skin lingered in my mouth, enough so my stomach rumbled with additional need that had nothing to do with food. After getting my fill, which took some time, I lifted my head. Hell, my eyes were unfocused.
Every whimper churned at the deep need within. She even tossed her hair back and forth, knowing how much doing so drove me nuts. When she lowered her head so our lips were a mere two inches apart, she was the one who took a scattered deep breath. I could listen to her soft noises every day and every night.
Even the way she snored lightly when she was in a deep sleep kept my attention. Maybe that was fueled by the need to protect her.
I couldn’t get over the feeling that we were being watched. While I hadn’t wanted to alarm her while enjoying our afternoon and evening together, I had no intention of falling into a deep sleep. Maybe I was simply out of my element given there was no chance for backup should anything go wrong. Or maybe given the precious cargo I’d been asked to take care of, I was on a heightened alert.
But not right now.
There was no way anyone could get the jump on me. What she hadn’t realized was that I’d installed a limited security device I’d brought with me on the back door. While it allowed us to enjoy being on the mall patio, if anyone dared try to climb over the railing, an alarm would go off on my phone. It was quickand easy, the application already loaded onto my iPhone and the mechanics fitting into my toiletry bag.
The technology had allowed me to feel secure while away from the room.
And now.
Which counted more than going out for the afternoon.
She was breathing heavily, licking her lips more out of appreciation than anything else. I could tell her hunger was exploding much like mine.
Which was why I didn’t try to stop her when she rocked against me once again. Where she’d been methodical before, she was a little wilder, a little more desperate.
The feel of her muscles constricting and releasing was too damn enjoyable, almost preventing me from desiring satisfaction.
Almost.