Page 34 of Savage Game
I shouldn’t.
Byron clenched and unclenched his fists. Raw need sparked inside him, and without a conscious decision, he let go of his control. The next moment, he scooped her up and reveled in the little squeak of surprise. What made his heart soar, was how she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders.
Holding her against his chest with one arm, he swiped every item off his desk with the other. He lowered her to the flat surface and stole a kiss. A giggle escaped her and shot straight to his groin.
“Woman,” he growled, “you drive me out of my mind. With that sexy little body, you are perfect in today’s outfit.”
He raked his eyes over her. The black petticoat under the mini dress teased the tops of long white stockings with enticing bows and had driven him crazy with lust all morning. The red corset dress pushed up her small breasts and the red of the hood contrasted beautifully with her golden blonde hair. “It makes me truly feel like the big bad wolf.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, Grandmother, what large ears you have.”
He caught on and played along. “All the better to hear you with.”
“Oh, Grandmother, what large eyes you have.”
“All the better to see you with.”
“Oh, Grandmother, what a large mouth you have.”
“All the better to eat you with.” He nudged her ankle. “Open for me,” he ordered, not caring the least how deep and gruff the words came out. Apparently, neither did she.
His Kittycat parted her legs and revealed the wet swatch of fabric covering her pussy. He dove between her thighs and nuzzled the crease between her leg and crotch. She smelled divine–clean and musky with a hint of lavender.
“You won’t be needing these,” he all but growled and ripped the flimsy material at the seams. She bucked and he anchored her to the desk with his hands splayed above the innocent, but sexy white stockings.
He cradled her hips and ran his nose over her slit. Continuing the up and down movement of his face between her legs, he circled his index fingers over and around the protruding hipbones. She tried to wiggle away, but he dug in his thumbs in a warning and lifted his head. “Don’t move.”
He teased his fingers even lighter over her sensitized skin. Giggles erupted from her, and again she strained against his hold. “Please. Don’t. Stop, that tickles!”
Diverting her, he ran his tongue over the seam of her sex and enjoyed the burst of the tangy and musky flavor. She was already creaming, and he took his time to lap it all up. Resting his lips over her clit, he danced his fingers over her hips again.
“Oh, my goodness.” She gasped, belly laughed, and struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. “Stop! Please.”
He grinned against her mound and sucked on the swelling pearl. Her hips bucked as wild as a bronco bursting from the chute, and he hung on like a rodeo rider. Enjoying her responses, Byron lifted his head, caught her eyes, and held her trapped in his gaze.
He drew three circles clockwise, counterclockwise, and back, and gave a stinging nip to the inside of her thigh. She squealed, and he licked the tiny bite with the tip of his tongue. Curling his hands, he scraped his fingernails over her hipbones. She exploded in uncontrollable laughter and reflexively slammed her legs together violently enough to make his ears ring. He loved her responses!
Returning to a reassuring hold on her hips, he waited for her to ease her thighs open again.
The moment she realized what she was doing, her legs fell apart. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He chuckled. “Stop fretting. You didn’t hurt me, and you have a beautiful laugh.”
“Oh, my goodness, you’re evil. Do you know that?”
“Sometimes,” he agreed unapologetically. Making her laugh was as gratifying as making her come.
Guess what’s next on my agenda!
15
Day Fifteen
The following morning, Charlotte woke up cranky and irritated without knowing the real cause. Her mood did an even bigger nosedive when she spotted the clothing for today: a black leather corset, a tiny thong, and no shoes.
She placed her hands on her hips and scowled at the innocent corset with lacing at the back.
How the hell am I going to get into you on my own? And why does he want me in something like this? A corset might be gorgeous on a woman with an hourglass figure. I’m more a… stick.
