Page 34 of Falling Fast

He stopped, just holding her, letting the heat of his hand and the promise of the friction she needed, build. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opening on a soft cry of need that twisted his insides, her hips pushing into his hand.

“Shh,” he whispered, capturing her lips in a slow, seductive kiss.

She parted for him like silk, her tongue twining with his as liquid warmth bathed his fingertips where he stroked between her thighs. Then he pressed the heel of his hand against the top of her mound, putting slight pressure on her hidden clit.

She gasped into his mouth and stiffened, his lips muffling her broken moan. He could feel her thigh muscles tremble as he held her that way, the firm hand on her hip keeping her still for him.

Jamie lifted his head, the blood roaring in his ears and his cock aching as he drank in the sight of her like that. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, lips parted and her fingers digging into his shoulders. So damn sexy, even better than he’d imagined—and he’d imagined it plenty over the past year. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and desire as she focused on him. She shook her head once. Hot. Willing. His for the taking, at least in this moment.

“I want to carry you into that bedroom right now, and lay you down on your back. I want to strip this dress off you and tie your wrists to the headboard.” Real restraints. Bands of soft, supple leather that would hug her slender wrists in an unbreakable grip, and maybe her ankles as well.

Molten heat blazed in her eyes, but no shock. She’d already figured out that he liked to take control in bed, didn’t seem surprised by him wanting to tie her up. “And then what?” she whispered.

The almost breathless anticipation in her voice sent a shudder snaking through him. “I don’t want you to be able to move while I drive you out of your fucking mind,” he murmured, shifting his hand slightly, sucking at her lower lip as she gasped and tensed. “I want to find every secret hot spot on your body and use my hands on it…then my mouth.”

He slid his tongue over that full lower lip, nibbled at the corner of it. “I want to find out what it takes to make you beg me to let you come, and then I want to keep making you come until you beg me to stop. I want to make youmine.” His voice was low, guttural, sounding more animal than man.

A soft whimper was her only reply.

The need on her face only ramped his hunger higher. He fought it back, struggled to get his breathing under control as he waited. Waited…

Then Charlie let out a shuddering breath and went lax in his hold, her entire body relaxing.

Gifting him with her trust. Her surrender.

A wild, primal thrill exploded inside him, followed by a tenderness he’d never experienced before. He’d give his life to protect this woman. His woman.

Slowly, lovingly, he rubbed his hand against her core, reveling in the silken feel of her and her sensual response to his touch. She was gorgeous in her arousal, totally uninhibited and comfortable with her sexuality, as he’d known she would be.

She let him watch her, stayed still and held his gaze while he drew his fingertips up her damp folds to delicately circle her swollen clit.

Her eyes drifted shut, her head tipping back against the wall, her expression one of pure, erotic bliss that seared into his brain. “Oh, Jamie, yeah…”

Again and again he circled that fragile bud, part of him wanting to draw this out and make it last, while another part wanted to push her over the edge immediately to show her the mastery he had over her body. She was warm, wet and willing, rocking her hips against his hand in a silent plea for more.

He needed to make her understand that this wasn’t a game for him. That he was still playing for keeps. That after tonight, he wasn’t letting her walk away.

Charlie made an impatient sound, her submissive posture dissolving as he teased her. Curling a hand around the back of his neck, she gasped and dragged his mouth back to hers.

“You’re mine,” he muttered against her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth at the same time as he shifted his hand and slowly eased a finger into her core.

Her fingers clenched tight at his nape, a broken moan escaping her. She was panting now, her entire body quivering, desperate for the release he could give her.

Yeah, pequeña. All mine.

He pushed a second finger into her, stroked along the back of her pubic bone with firm pressure while he caressed her clit with his thumb in slow circles.

Charlie broke the kiss, the back of her head hitting the wall with a soft thud, her sensuous whimper like the lash of a whip to his over-stimulated senses. “I’m so close,” she gasped out, the hand at his nape pushing his head down while she arched her back, pushing her bare breasts out. “Please.”

A growl of triumph locked in his throat. He’d bet he could make her beg so sweetly for him. But right now he needed to earn her trust by giving her the release she needed.

Heart thudding, breathing hard, he dipped his head to take a straining nipple into his mouth and sucked, his hand still sliding slow and steady between her trembling thighs.

Her broken cry of pleasure stroked over his skin like a caress.

He swirled his tongue over the tender peak, thought for a moment about dropping to his knees and replacing the thumb on her clit with his tongue but she was already tightening around his fingers, her inner muscles rippling as she neared the edge.

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