Page 102 of The Bridges I've Burned

Her gaze wandered over every hard ridge of muscle, every line of ink. I held my arms out wide and did a slow turn in front of her.

“You’re used to commanding courtrooms and being in charge.” I dared her with a hint of mischief in my voice. “So, do it. Command me. Take back that power.”

I half expected her to give me a pat on the head, command me to stay like a dog, and confidently walk back out to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich.

Would that technically count as far as the challenge went? Yes.

But it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.

From the wicked gleam in her eye though, I knew she was leaning toward the fun side though, and hallelujah for that.

She began to circle me like a predator, her fingernails grazing my shoulder and across my back. My whole body came alive with that single touch.

“They’re gonna start to wonder where we are,” she whispered softly as she walked behind me.

“I couldn’t give two fucks,” I answered honestly.

With the way she was touching me and the sound of her voice in my ear, someone could be trying to beat down the door, and I still wouldn’t open it.

She made one final turn and stood before me once again, her hands running down my chest, over the smooth lines of my abs. She traced over the large design on my rib cage. “I want you to tell me what each one of these means while I run my tongue over every single line.”

Hell yeah.

“But not now.” A sexy smirk fell upon her lips right before her hand dropped to my shoulder and gave me a little push. “On your knees.”

There she is…

Confident, commanding, and so fucking hot.

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I sank to my knees as I held her gaze, my hands running down the soft fabric of her dress.

I was itching to touch her, to bury my whole fucking face in the apex of her thighs, but I was hers to direct. Hers to use for her pleasure alone, and I wouldn’t make a single move until she told me to.

No matter how much I wanted to.

“You can play the guitar pretty well?—”

“Pretty well?” My hand tightened around her calf, making her laugh.

“Okay, exceptionally well. Is that better?”

“Marginally. What about my superior guitar skills?”

“Those talented hands good at anything else?”

“A few things,” I answered, sliding one hand up her thigh. “I have a pretty good mouth, too. Don’t forget about that.”

The sex haze she was under seemed to momentarily lift. “Yeah, why don’t you ever sing? Like, you could totally—” She let out a tiny squeak as I grabbed her waist, spinning us around until I had her pinned against the door.

“Elena?” There were undercurrents of amusement in my voice as I looked up at her.

“Yeah?” She sounded slightly breathless from my abrupt relocation.

I slid my hand up her smooth leg, bending it at the knee before I hooked it over my shoulder.

“Later.” I grinned, looking up at her.

Damn, that’s a nice view.

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