Right Through Me (The Obsidian Files #1)(112)

“Goddamnit, Caro,” he growled.

She lifted his hands and kissed his knuckles. Hot, silky kisses that he could feel against his cock. Where he automatically felt all her seductive suggestions.

She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Can you tell how turned on I am, just by looking at my sig?”

He scanned her shifting halo of colors. He was so used to being bare-eyed with her by now, it seemed as normal as any other sensory detail he might notice, like the way her nipples poked through the fine silk robe. “Yeah.” His voice felt raw.

“Not fair,” she said. “My feelings are written in neon for you to read whenever you feel like it. But I can’t read you. Not when you shut me out.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe,” he said.

“I am safe,” she said sharply. “You’re trying so hard to control everything. Yourself, me, everyone else. It’s not working. It’s not necessary, either. Let go.”

His jaw ached with tension. “The last time I let go, I almost put my fist through your throat.”

She shook her head. “I’m not worried about that.”

“You goddamn well should be,” he told her.

“I know you, Noah. Way down deep. And I want to make you come. Let me.”

The hypnotic cadence of her voice were like magic, softening his rigid grip. She felt the moment her spell worked on him and her smile flashed, wide and delighted.

“I don’t know how to let go,” he warned. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Don’t worry. I got you covered.” She slid off the bed and leaned forward, fumbling with the drawstring of his sweatpants. Letting his hugely erect dick spring out.

She took him in hand, squeezing and stroking, then leaned in to swirl her hot tongue around the head of his rod, licking up precome. He sucked in air, muscles clenched, fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. AVP surging and red hot.

He should stop her, but he couldn’t. Too damn good. Every wet, pulling, suckling stroke destroyed him. She was taking him to pieces . . .

No. Panic surged, along with the explosion. No retreat. No escape.

A huge blast. Deep throbbing pulses of pleasure. Blinding light.

His eyes opened. He was flat on his back on the bed. Limp and gasping.

Caro was still there. She was OK. He hadn’t done anything terrible. Not yet.

He focused on the vision before him. Her hair was draped over his thighs like the folds of a silk scarf. She smiled at him as she discreetly wiped her mouth.

Delirious pleasure still pulsed through every nerve. “God, Caro. That was . . .”

“Yes indeed. Absolutely. It was.” She sounded pleased with herself. “I don’t know about you, but I call that progress. Oh, I have a surprise for you. Want to see?”

The last thing his nerves needed was a surprise. He jerked up onto his elbows.

She read his expression. “Just for fun,” she reassured him. “To make you smile.”

She stood up, and let the silk robe fall to the floor.

He sat bolt upright with a gasp, his hard-on refreshed in a hot instant. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Do you like it?” She lifted up her hair over her head and spun around, displaying herself proudly.

“You didn’t answer my question. But f*ck, yeah, I like it. A lot.” He stared at her, dazzled. “My dick is going to explode. Again.”

She looked mystified. “It has that effect on you, even in the dark?”

“What dark? This room is flooded with light. Some of it is blazing out of you.”

She smiled demurely. “I could wear this pretty thing under my clothes, and you’d see the collar as you look at me across the dinner table, and know I’m wearing it under my clothes. And thinking about you. Inside me.”

“I don’t need the slightest encouragement to think about being inside you.”

“Good.” She spun, swaying her hips. “I thought that a romp with the naughty nympho playmate from the porno planet might lighten you up. It’s your turn to be the bed toy.”

“Bed toy?” That startled him out of his horndog reverie. “What the f*ck is that about?”

“You’ve been freezing me out,” she told him. “And then coming in to ravish me in the night. My demon lover.”

He studied her, slit-eyed. “Seemed like you were into it,” he said cautiously.

“Of course I was into it,” she said tartly. “The sex is not the problem. But I didn’t come here to scold you tonight. I had other plans.” She swirled her fingertip tenderly in the slick drop of precome pooling on the head of his cock, and licked it.

Still, he hesitated. “Is this a trap?” he asked warily.

She gaped at him. “What?”

“You’re pissed at me. I see it in your sig.”

She laughed out loud at him. “What if I am? I still want you. And I’m tired of tiptoeing around you. Get used to having me all up in your face. This is a very straightforward seduction. No traps or tricky stuff. Don’t be a humorless jerk. Lighten up.”

“Oh, babe.” A burst of laughter shook him. “I would do anything for you. But lightening up is too much to ask of me.”

“OK, fine.” She swung her leg over him. “Be dead serious, then.” She smiled down through the shadowy fall of her hair. “As long as you give me what I want.”