Page 82 of Brands

I loosen my grip on his lobes, then toss his cowboy hat to the side so I can run my nails through his short hair. “I’d do it every time.”

Meeting his fevered gaze burns me from within.

His lips press into mine, gentle at first, then his tongue claims me until he tugs a moan from my throat.

Peppering soft kisses down my jaw, he nips the skin on my neck, tugging it between his teeth in tiny, shocking jolts. Sliding the strap of my dress to the side, he continues tasting down my collarbone, following the fabric as he pushes it down.

When he pulls my beaded nipple into his mouth, his groan vibrates from his chest into the core of my belly.

Tugging again, he works the stretchy top lower, suckling his way over my abdomen. “I told you, this thing is gonna get you pregnant,” he growls as he exposes the top of my matching yellow panties.

Shit.

“Wait.” I clutch his hand before he can push them down. “I’m not.”

Raising my eyebrows, I try to convey what I mean.

But his knit over his nose. “I’m about to fix that.” His smirk spreads, lifting his mustache.

“No, I mean, today I started. It, um, it’ll be messy.” Is he really going to make me say it?

I can see the moment it clicks.

“Oh.” Then his grin returns. “That doesn’t bother me. I’ll get a towel.”

Dear God, this man.

“How about—” I glance around, spotting the ties hanging in the edge of his closet. “—you let me try something new on the list?”

He rocks back, perching on his hands and knees over me. “Then I get to pick one?”

The idea is a lure I can’t deny. “I’m game.” My palms flatten on his chest to push him far enough I can get up.

I point to the pillows. “Lie down.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rolls onto his back, threading his hands behind his head. “You are quite delicious with your dress around your hips.”

“Want me to leave it like this? Or all the way off?” I flaunt in a small circle at the end of the bed.

“Hmm, let me see your pretty ass.” Fire smolders in his gaze as he watches me push the yellow fabric down my thighs.

Once it pools on the floor, I step out of the middle, and tug two black silk ties from his rack.

“Remember how you said you can’t get off first? I want to try and change that. But that means you can’t touch me until you do.” I let them dangle from my fingers, waiting for him to decide.

His deep baritone laugh sends ripples of heat into me. “I always knew you were gonna pin me down and have your way with me one day.” He sits up and quickly sheds his shirt, then holds up his wrists together.

I loop one in a loose bow so he could get out easily if he wanted to. Then I tether that to the headboard above him. “Comfey?”

“Only thing better is if you’d sit down and ride me,” he says huskily.

My fingers trail down his chest as I kneel over him. “Maybe next time? I want to learn what you like.” I murmur before following my touch with my mouth.

“I can talk you through it?” He spasms when I nibble on one of his tiny nipples, then groans as I work my way lower.

I pause to smile up at him. “I like to learn through trial and error.”

His stiff cock pushes against his zipper when I reach the button of his jeans.

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