Page 49 of Reveal Me
Because if I cross that line, I can never go back. And with her, there’s no chance of moving forward. Which leaves me in limbo. She might be my sub in this club for the next few weeks, but she will never bemine.
I pull her up onto my lap, positioning her legs until she’s straddling me.
‘How was your week?’ I brush my lips over the smooth line of her jaw, inhaling the scent of her skin into my lungs.
‘Long and boring without you.’ She tips her head back giving me access to her neck. I trail kisses along the column of her throat, it bobs as she swallows back a tiny moan.
‘Ditto.’ She rakes her hands through my hair and it feelsso good. Too good. We’re playing with fire, dancing way too close to the flames, yet I can’t bring myself to stop. This is so much more than what we signed up for. More–yet nowhere near enough.
‘How’s the painting going?’ I’ve been wondering about her ‘sensual pieces’ all week.
‘I’m producing quite the selection. What can I say? I’ve been feeling particularly inspired of late. Getting through my supplies quicker than I can restock them.’
‘Inspired?’ I pop open her bodysuit and pull it over her head.
‘Yes.’ Flames dance in her eyes. ‘I blame you.’
‘I’ve been blamed for worse, I suppose.’ I run my tongue between her breasts. ‘You are so fucking beautiful. What are you doing to me?’ I groan.
‘The same thing you’re doing to me.’
‘Which is?’ I reach around to squeeze the firm globes of her ass cheeks.
‘Hijacking my head, remember.’ She hesitates for a split second. ‘And my heart.’ Her quiet admission kills me, as much as it turns me on.
‘Princess.’ I sigh. I’m in way over my head.
‘Call me Layla.’ She arches her back, pressing her breasts against my face. I kiss them until she’s writhing needily on top of me.
‘Layla.’ The word drips from my tongue like honey.
‘Kiss me,’ she demands.
‘I can’t.’
‘Can’t or won’t?’ She arches a single eyebrow.
‘Can’t.’ My mind wanders back to the last woman I kissed. To the pain that followed. ‘You’re already killing me. I’m already obsessed with you, woman.’ I whisper, pulling her ankles up until they’re either side of my thighs.
‘The feeling is mutual.’ She whispers and our eyes lock.
I reach across the arm of the throne to where a selection of restraints are attached to the side of the leather, patting around until my fingers tighten around cold hard metal.
Her eyes widen as I wave the handcuffs in front of her face. She wobbles, momentarily losing her balance as I clip her wrists, but I catch her, steadying her. ‘I’ve got you.’ Literally and figuratively.
But who’s got me? I’m utterly fucking enamoured with her. I have been from the moment I met her, to the point I broke my own rules for her. Invited her into my home. Cooked for her. Washed her hair. Rode her bareback. Fuck.
The sex is the best of my entire fucking life. And it’s not the usual Dom/Sub dynamics that’s doing it for me. It’sher. This is the worst thing that could possibly happen to me because even if I could get over what happened the last time I fell for a woman, even if I could learn to trust another implicitly with my heart as well as my body, the princess couldn’t be more unavailable.
‘Please, Sean.’ She wets her lips again, and my eyes are drawn to her perfect Cupid’s bow. I want to sink my teeth into her plump lower lip and then kiss it better. But I don’t do this. I don’t kiss women. It’s been a hard limit since Hannah. But I’m finding it increasingly hard to deny this woman anything.
I place a steadying hand on her lower back, holding her in position as I use my free hand to yank open my suit trousers. Her eyes fall to my crotch. I place my hands on her backside and guide her until her entrance rests against the tip of my dick. It’s weeping for her.
Her eyes bore into mine as she lowers herself onto my cock. I swear she can see my soul. ‘Fuck it.’ The last chord of my willpower snaps. My lips crash against hers, hot and hungry and claiming. I should stop this, but I can’t. Hell, withher mouth melded to mine, I can barely remember why I’m meant to.
I rut into her again and again and again, swallowing every single one of her moans as I support her helplessly restrained body. She might be the one in shackles, but it’s me who’s been truly ensnared.
Fuck.
