Page 21 of Hidden Heart

He spread her legs and dipped his finger into her. She was hot and ready for the invasion. She leaned forward and gripped his shoulders to steady herself as he moved his finger into her.

“Mmm, yes, I think you did enjoy yourself.” He kissed her cheek again. With his free hand, he pulled the fabric from her eyes. She blinked a few times to adjust to the light, and then locked her gaze with his and licked her lips. His own excitement was evident and rubbing against her leg.

“Is there something you’d like?” He grinned, his dimpled appearing. She resisted the urge to kiss it.

“Yes.” She nodded and took a deep breath as he moved his assault to her clit. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, moving closer to his touch.

“What is it?” he prodded, removing his finger from her. She groaned and looked down at his groin. “Just ask,” he taunted.

“I don’t want to say it. Can’t I just do it?” She avoided his eyes, not sharing his obsession with verbalizing every thought.

“That’s not how this works.” He brought his lips to her ear and nibbled her earlobe. He’d learned quickly her earlobe was a hot button for her. “How can I give permission if I don’t know what it is that’s being requested?”

She exhaled her frustration. “Never mind then.”

Royce snaked his hand up her neck, grabbed her hair at the base, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her gaze to his. She winced at the shock of the movement and the pain in her scalp.

“Tell me what you want. You don’t change the subject because you don’t like the topic.” Even when they played, the controlled dominant wasn’t far away. The warning glared at her from his firm, dark eyes. “Do you understand? We’ve had enough conversations about this, you should know how to answer.”

She couldn’t explain her turn of emotions. Her mind told her to be angry at his caveman actions, but her heart warmed. The latter wanted things to go back a few paces to when he was giving her pleasure—when his eyes shone with approval and desire.

“I’m sorry.” His eyes softened. “We have talked about that,” she continued in a soft tone. Even with his fingers tangled in her hair, she had no fear of him.

“That’s better.” He loosened his grip, but didn’t release her. “Now, what was it you wanted?”

She stared at him for a moment. The words were there, ready to be spoken, but something continued to hold her back. It was one thing to act out dirty things because he told her to; it was another to declare she wanted them to happen.

“There is nothing you can say that will make me think less of you or want you any less.” His words stroked her.

“It feels silly now. I’ve ruined the moment.” She took a strained breath. “I wanted to suck you.” The weight of a boulder lifted from her chest as the words fell from her lips. She searched his face for a reaction. How big of a fool had she made of herself?

He was grinning at her as if he’d been given a winning lottery ticket.

“The moment for that can never be ruined,” he promised, then let go of her hair to caress her cheek. He helped her from the stool and gave her room to glide down to her knees.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her tongue running over her lips in anticipation. Her stomach fluttered at the idea of what she’d said, what she was doing, and how much she was enjoying herself. Never before had she asked to do such a thing. She was no prude, she’d done this many times with past lovers, but they had always been the one asking, not her. But like so many things with Royce, this activity had a different feel. The desire to please him, to give him the pleasure he’d given her, overruled her sense of propriety. Kneeling before him as he reached for his belt didn’t give her the sensation of subservience as she’d once worried. No, it felt—natural. As though nowhere else would be as comfortable as right where she was. On her knees. At his feet.

She watched as his fingers moved over his belt, pulling the thick black leather through the buckle. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free of his clothing. He touched the top of her head with his fingertips, and she didn’t need any further encouragement.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and brought him to her mouth, using the end of her tongue to lick the bead of moisture from the tip of his head. Gazing up at him, to make sure he was watching; she noticed his breath quicken. With a devils’ grin she took him fully into her mouth. She sucked him down her throat then pulled back, bobbing over his cock while cupping his balls. He growled, sending her arousal soaring.

“Wait, wait.” He pulled away from her, sounding pained.

“What’s wrong?” She ran her tongue over her lips, relishing in the salty taste of him still lingering there. Had she been too forward?

“Let’s go to the couch.” He helped her stand and threw her over his shoulder. His strength surprised her.

He placed her on the couch as though setting down a precious artifact. She watched in silence as he removed the rest of his clothing and sat beside her.

Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply. She waited for him to break off the kiss, as he always did, and then she slid down to his lap.

Jessica stretched out on the couch beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled it back, holding it in his hands as he guided her down his shaft. Resting her hands on his thigh, she gave control to him, letting him choose the depth and speed of the strokes. Her soft moans resulted in a low growl from him. Enjoying the pleasure is caused, she moaned again and heard him suck in his breath.

“You’re killing me!” He groaned and pulled her from his lap. As he watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, he took a ragged breath. “Reach into my back pocket.” He pointed to his jeans.

She reached down and dug around until she found what he was looking for. She handed him the small foil package.

“Put it on.” He commanded as he pushed the condom at her.

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