Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(29)

He would just have to be sneaky about it.

He switched places, laving his affection on the other nipple while his spare hand started to work its way down. He was going to make her come. A nice starter orgasm that would make her limp and submissive and willing to give him f*cking everything.

“Do you have any idea what I’m about to do to you?” He brought his head up, staring into her eyes. Her desire was right there, arousal making her pupils dilate. She wasn’t hiding anything from him now. She was completely honest with him when they were physical.

“Tell me, you dirty boy.” She shifted her hips, helping him to slide his hand into her jeans.

He loved a challenge and Mia was all alpha female, come-and-take-it, big boy challenge. “I’m going to rub that little clit of yours until you come all over my hand, and then when you’re limp and satisfied and you think you’ve had everything you want, I’m going to strip you down, throw you on that bed, and make a meal of you.”

His fingers slipped under the waistband of the panties he was going to rip off her body soon enough, and there it was. He slid the pad of his middle finger over her clitoris, watching as she gasped and bit her bottom lip. He circled the button of her clit, watching her every reaction.

“I’m going to eat your * like no one’s eaten it before. All that arousal you’re putting out right now, that’s going to be my dinner. All your sweetness, I’m going to lap it up. I’ll lick you everywhere, spread you wide so I don’t miss a drop, and then do you know what I’ll do?”

She flushed the prettiest shade of pink that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with how close to the edge she was. He could feel it. She’d started to move in time with his finger, begging him for more. Her female flesh was soaked with arousal. It coated his fingers and made it easy to work her clit. “Please tell me, Case.”

Dirty talk seemed to do it for her. It was good because he’d thought the dirtiest, filthiest things about her. He dreamed of doing everything to her, of bringing her pleasure in every way a man could bring to a woman.

He leaned in, sensing how close she was to the edge. He was about to push her over. “Then, when I’ve licked every inch of that sweet *, that’s when I’m going to shove my tongue up your cunt and get some more because I won’t ever want to stop. I’ll f*ck you with my tongue until I make you come all over again. You want to ride my tongue, Mia?”

He pressed down and rotated.

“Yes,” she started to shout.

He covered her mouth, drinking down the sounds of her orgasm as he let her ride it out. She brought her arms up, obviously no longer caring whether or not she fell. Or she simply trusted him. He wrapped his free arm around her, trapping her against him.

He kissed her as she came down, their tongues playing more softly now. When he withdrew his hand, she tightened her arms around him.

“Don’t go,” she whispered against his lips. “I want everything you promised me, cowboy.”

He wasn’t going anywhere. He liked post-orgasm Mia. “I never go back on my word. Time to get you out of those jeans.”

He hauled her up, her legs around his waist. As he turned to toss her on the big bed, he thanked the universe that Drew Lawless was either a complete pervert who like to f*ck at thirty thousand feet or a man who simply preferred comfort and could afford it. Either way, that bed was about to come in handy.

And Lawless could f*ck himself. No amount of money would keep him from getting inside Mia tonight.

He shifted, her mouth on his. The girl liked to kiss. Just as he was letting her drop, the world tilted and Case found himself falling, Mia untangling from around him. He kept his arms around her, trying to hold her close.

They hit the floor, shifting so he took the brunt of the fall. “What the hell?”

Mia looked up, her eyes wide. “The plane. It’s out of control.”

And that was how his night went straight to hell.





CHAPTER THREE





Mia held on to Case and the world seemed to upend and go completely out of control. His arms wound around her and the plane rolled to the right.

They slammed against the wall, Case taking the impact as the plane made another dip that sent her stomach churning.

Case wrapped himself around her, one hand coming up to cradle her neck, forcing her head against his chest. The other arm protected her back. Even his legs wound around hers as though he could form a protective barrier between her and all harm.

She went limp, not offering any resistance. This was one of those times when the big bad Dom was in charge. Any resistance would put him in danger, too. If he was fighting her, he couldn’t protect himself.

The plane leveled out, the world steadying as quickly as it had upended.

Her heart was pounding. What the hell kind of weather had they just hit? She’d been through some turbulence before, but that had been crazy.

“I’m going to need you to get dressed and quickly.” He kissed the top of her head, but she could feel how tense he’d gotten.

She nodded and scrambled off him, reaching for her shirt. No time for the bra, though she hated being without one. They needed to get out in the main cabin and buckle in. Apparently they were in the middle of some kind of storm. She wasn’t going to waste time because her boobs might jiggle.