Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(28)

“I’ve had boyfriends and not one of them made me feel the way you do,” she admitted. “Please don’t stop. I’ve waited so long for this.”

He could smell her shampoo and the soap she used. He leaned down and ran his nose along the graceful column of her throat. “When I’m done touching you, I’m going to taste you.” He ran his tongue from her collarbone back up to her ear. “I’m going to lick you and we’ll see how you like a little bite.”

He nipped at her ear, just a nice sharp bite that made her jump in his arms. She groaned, but it wasn’t one that told him she was in pain.

“I think I like it, Case,” she replied, her breath shaky. “The training course alone taught me that.”

He growled. “I don’t like the thought of someone else training you.”

Her body shook with a husky chuckle. “Javier and I were just friends. Promise. I liked the flogger he owned more than him. I liked the sting. I thought I could maybe survive a thud, but I got so hot when he hit me with the stinger. I wasn’t thinking about him though. I always thought of you. It was never him holding that son of a bitch and making me beg for more.”

Fuck, she could talk dirty, too, and that did something for him. “I didn’t bring a flogger with me. I should have been more optimistic, but I think you’ll find I can still take care of you. I’ll find all kinds of things to torture you with. But first I’m going to touch everything that just became mine.”

He moved both hands up to cup her breasts. They filled his palms. Mia was nice and curvy, built for sex, built to take him.

All the reasons he shouldn’t have her floated away on a haze of lust. There was zero reason to wait. Beginning the relationship with Mia would do nothing but make it easier on them both when they got to Colombia. And there was that handy bed right there. All he had to do was take two steps and he could toss her down, rip off her clothes and ease them both.

Mia turned her head and he managed to catch her mouth with his. She opened immediately, inviting his tongue to glide along hers. He slipped his hands under her bra and finally felt soft skin. Her nipples were tight.

He wanted to taste them, needed them in his mouth.

He turned her around and picked her up with ease, setting her on the dresser. Luckily the elegant f*cker looked like it was bolted down because it didn’t move at all. “Take off your shirt.”

She was panting, but her eyes shifted to the door. “Case, we’re not alone.”

He closed the door and turned the lock. “We’re alone and don’t you tell me they might hear you. I don’t care if they hear you. I don’t care if they know exactly what we’re doing. They don’t matter. This is between you and me and I’ll f*ck you anywhere you’ll allow me to. You should probably understand that right now.”

He half expected her to argue with him. Instead, she licked her lips, her eyes going hot, and she pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

“If you’d read my Sanctum contract, you would know I might be a bit of an exhibitionist, Case. You can be a little stuffy at times. I didn’t want to shock you. If you want to open that door and give anyone who walks by a show, you feel free.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside as well.

He cursed under his breath. She was going to kill him. He was going to have an actual, honest-to-god heart attack because she was a sexy, demanding goddess. “Oh, princess, one day I’ll f*ck you in front of everyone and I won’t have a single problem with it. I’ll clamp those pretty tits and parade you all around Sanctum. And that Fain motherf*cker will not be invited.”

“See.” She was sitting there, her breasts on display, and there was absolutely no shyness about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and he was so f*cking happy that she wanted him. “A little stuffy.”

He’d always thought she would be a super brat, so freaking sassy it would make him insane. He was going to spank her hard one of these days. Not today. Today he moved between her legs, spreading them wide. The dresser put her at exactly the right height for what he wanted to do. “I’ll show you how stuffy I can be.”

He pushed and pulled until she was leaning back, offering up her generous breasts. The pink and brown nipples were tight, but she had good-sized areolas. He licked at one as her legs wound around him. He could have told her he wasn’t going anywhere, but he liked having her holding him tight.

Such pretty breasts and while he was topping her they were all f*cking his. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with a long moan as her body bowed. The way he’d placed her on the dresser forced her to balance herself with both hands, leaving him free to play with her any way he pleased.

He sucked on one nipple while he played with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked it hard at exactly the same moment he gave her a nip.

“Case. Oh, god, Case.” His name came out of her mouth on a little squeal. “More. Please give me more.”

He would give her everything, but he didn’t intend to give in to her every demand. He was going to take his time. He was going to enjoy every second he had with her. When they got back home, their play sessions would likely be few and far between. A weekend here. A spare afternoon there. He had a few days to be her full-time Dom. And yes, he fully intended to take charge everywhere he could despite what he’d told her. The whole damn operation would be dangerous and he wasn’t going to let her get hurt.