Page 64 of Reckless Chance
“Patience, my dear. Patience.”
She starts unbuttoning her own shirt. I stop her. “Nope. I’ll take care of that when it’s time. Give me your hands.”
She reaches her arms forward, and I take her hands in mine. Before she knows it, I grab my tie and loosely wrap it around her wrists, finishing with a square knot. She can free herself if she wants. I’m pleased when she doesn’t try. At least not yet.
I toss my shirt to the side, unfasten my belt, and slowly lower my zipper, maintaining eye contact. “Do you like what you see?” I growl with my own need.
“I love what I see. That’s why this is torture. Why are you making me wait? I need you inside me now.”
“Anticipation will only make it better. You know I’m right.” I wiggle my eyebrows as I drop my trousers and crawl between her legs, spreading them further.
As her clasped hands grab for my arm, I push her wrists over her head. “Keep them there so I can concentrate on taking care of you. Can you do that for me?” She nods even though Iknow she’s not used to letting someone else dominate her to this extent. It’s a sign of trust that pleases me more than I’d expect.
I won’t let her regret it.
Reaching for the hem of her skirt, I bend forward to kiss her inner thighs as I inch the material up. Uncovering the thin strip of red lace between her legs, I slip my finger under the delicate fabric. She’s soaked for me. “I’m dying to taste you,” I groan.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I slide the fabric to the side and dive in as she arches against my mouth. She tastes like honey and spice. My tongue and lips explore her, varying the pressure and speed as I search for what Lowri likes best.
I’ve never been this intent on giving the ultimate pleasure to my partner. Don’t get me wrong. The woman always comes first, but this is about more than merely ensuring she gets off. I want this to be the best she’s ever had.
My fingers find her opening as my mouth sucks her ultra-sensitive nub.
Her arms fly to the back of my head, holding it in place. “Oh, Sean. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
“Mmm. Come for me, sweetheart.”
I let my teeth graze across her clit, and she explodes, pulsing hard against my fingers.
When she finally sags against the bed, I crawl beside her and pull her body against mine.
Letting out a sigh, she says, “That was soooo good.” She slips her wrists out of my poorly tied neckwear and places her hands on my chest, resting her head in the crook of my arm.
“It will only get better,” I promise.
“I’m not sure that’s possible, but I can’t wait to find out.”
I’m looking forward to it too.
35
LOWRI
Lying here next to Sean, we’re both silently luxuriating in our sex comas. I may never move from this spot. Tonight has been perfect.
Sean delivered on his promise. He made our previous nights together seem like mere rehearsals for tonight’s concert. And don’t even ask me about the curtain calls. I’m tired and sore in a wonderful way.
Unexpectedly, I’m struck by an unwelcome concern. Turning on my side, I prop up on my elbow, staring at Sean.
He must sense the movement because he turns his head toward me.
“How many women have you locked in here with you?” I ask.
“What? None. You’re the first. I’ve never told anyone else about this room,” he murmurs without opening his eyes.
That’s surprising and reassuring.
