Page 49 of Roping Wild Dreams
“You’re bold and confident most of the time. But you seem like you’re shrinking into yourself right now, and I hate seeing it.” He plays with my nipple again, this time stroking and tugging it, and then pinching it until I let out a cry.
“No shrinking, then,” I say. “Bite me here.” I circle my other nipple with my fingers and Nathan lets out a low chuckle.
“Anything you want, Candice. Tonight is yours.”
He bites and licks at my nipples until I’m panting and squirming, digging my fingers into his hair and urging him on. He presses himself in between my legs, and I feel the hard length of him rock against my center. I roll my hips, searching for that perfect friction, as he pulls my nipple between his teeth.
“Nathan,” I whine.
“Tell me what you want,” he says. He cradles the back of my head in his hands, tipping it upwards so that our gazes clash. “Tell me exactly what you need me to do—exactly where you want me.”
“I don’t want to stop here. I want you to touch me,” I say.
“I need you to be more specific,” he says gently. “Tell me where. Tell me how.”
I clam up, nerves racing through me. Asking him for this feels like too much—like it’s wrong for me to want it and to ask for it so brazenly.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay? We can stop here if you’re not sure.”
“No,” I say, a tad viciously. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just trying to figure out how to ask you for what I want. I’ve never asked before and I…” I trail off, unsure how to continue.
“Let me help.” A lock of chestnut hair falls across his brow and he rakes it back in place with his hand, flashing me a roguish grin. “I’ll try to guess. And you can tell me when I get it right.”
I nod.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” He brushes my hair behind my ear.
I shake my head.
“What about here?” He touches my waist, tickling me.
I snort out a laugh and jerk away from him. “No!”
“Oh, well what about here, then?” he asks, stroking a hand up my hip.
“Getting warmer.”
He moves his hand between my legs, and strokes me through my wool leggings.
“Please touch me there,” I gasp.
“I’ll do anything you want, Viper. All you have to do is ask.”
Nathan hooks his fingers under the waistband of my leggings, and rolls them down my legs slowly. I kick off my boots and he helps me out of my socks, and then my panties.
“Sit back on the desk,” he says roughly. “Now spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”
Excitement and nerves rush through me as I realize that I’m completely naked in front of Nathan Booth—and completely vulnerable. I sit up on the desk but don’t move my legs apart.
“I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Nathan tells me, holding my gaze. “I promise to do whatever you want, and to stop or keep going whenever you say the word. I will keep you safe.”
Hearing Nathan say that he’ll keep me safe eases my nerves and I find my confidence—my power—once more. I part my legs for him, relishing the feel of his gaze raking over me as I do. Nathan moves between my legs and slowly strokes his hand up my inner thigh, and then across my center. I feel myself shake at the contact. He brushes his fingers across my entrance, gathering the wetness that is pooling there.
“Soaked in anticipation,” he says. “I love feeling how badly you want this.”
He starts to thumb my clit in slow, gentle circles.
“That feels so good, Nathan,” I gasp out.
