Ripper (Hunter #1)(66)

His tongue plunged in, twisting around mine, like muscular velvet stroking into me. He held my head in both his hands, keeping me still for his plundering. Over and over again he kissed me. Until I caught his rhythm and we were in tune. I breathed when he did. My heart seemed to time to his. Intimacy. I didn’t understand the word before Grayson Sloane kissed me.

He finally sat up with a satisfied smile and one hand reached out to tweak my nipple.

I hissed at the sensation. It was part pain, but after the first little flare, the sensation seemed to go straight to my *.

“Now let’s talk about how this is going to go, my love.”

“Do you often tie women up, Gray?” Of all the things I’d expected him to do, this hadn’t even been on the list.

His smile was sensual and his accent deepened when he was aroused. “As often as they’ll let me, darlin’. I like it. You look so f*cking gorgeous like that. Later, I’ll tie your legs down, but this first time I want them around my waist, squeezing me when you come. And you will come. I’ll make sure of it.”

Wow. That did all sorts of things to my insides. I felt a warm rush of arousal as my * came alive at the thought of him inside me. I lusted for this man. Before I simply wanted the physical release of sex and the nearest available guy would do, but now there was only Gray.

He was so beautiful and I wasn’t.

I worried no one else would ever do it for me after him. I also worried that I had no idea how to give him what he wanted. Arousal fled a little as doubt came roaring back. I hadn’t made love before. He was right about that. I’d degraded myself because somewhere deep down I thought I deserved it. Gray was offering me something completely different and it was terrifying.

“All right, you had your fun, lawman. Untie me.”

“Is my tough girl scared?” He reached out and let his fingertips brush across my chest, making my skin tingle all over. “Do you want out so you can run away and pretend you’re not vulnerable to me? That’s not happening. It’s obvious to me you have no idea what you’re doing and I aim to teach you.”

“Go to hell, Gray.” I pulled at the bindings on my wrists. If I was really honest with myself, I didn’t try hard.

His eyes went dark and serious. “I’ll get there, baby, but I’m not going until you understand a few things.” He knelt on the bed and placed his big hand on my belly. I practically quivered at his touch. “Listen to me and listen well. I love you, Kelsey Atwood. I love you and I’m going to f*ck you.”

“That doesn’t sound so loving to me.” Fuck wasn’t a word I associated with love.

He leaned over and kissed my shoulder, moving to my neck. “Only because you don’t know the difference between getting laid and spending hours f*cking someone you can’t live without. I’m going to love you until you don’t remember what your * felt like without my cock in it.” He trailed his hand down and gently slid his middle finger across my clitoris, parting my labia and delving inside. He sighed. “That’s better. When you jumped on me you weren’t even wet. It’s not supposed to hurt. Don’t you look at me like that. I’m not judging you. I’m telling you that I’m different from some guy in a bar. I love you. I’ll take care of you.”

I took a deep breath and decided to play things differently. My instinct was to run, to push him away because I already felt too much for him. But I couldn’t walk away from Gray and not only because he was really good with bondage. If he broke my heart at least I’ll have loved someone, just once.

I nodded.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said almost reverently. He stood and moved to the end of the bed. His hands ran up my legs and I sighed because it felt good and warm everywhere he touched me.

I let my head fall back. “You can let me out, Gray. I won’t fight you.”

He raised my foot up in his hand. “Hell no, Kelsey. I got you where I want you. Like I said, I’d tie your legs to the post, too, but I have plans for them. I’ll go easy on you tonight, but eventually I intend to introduce you to some…exotic play.”

“Just how kinky are you, Grayson Sloane?”

His lips tugged up in a dirty little grin. “I have a kink or two, but I promise you’ll like them.”

“Are you one of those dominant people who’ll expect me to kiss your feet and call you master?” We needed to get that straight right off the bat. I wouldn’t be doing any of that. I was willing to discuss other things, but the master bit was not negotiable.

“If you’re asking if I want to be in charge, then yes. I want to be in firm control of our sex life. I get the feeling I won’t be in control of anything else. I’ll want to tie you up and eventually I want to spank that pretty ass of yours. I know what I’m doing. I will never ask you to kiss my feet, Kelsey,” he promised as he held mine. “But I will always kiss yours.”

He sucked my toe into his mouth and I gasped. I had never thought of my toe being even vaguely erotic, but I had been wrong. He flipped me over on my belly, the restraint he’d improvised twisting smoothly and allowing the action.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you. Are you going to ask me a question every two minutes?” He licked and kissed his way up my calf. When he got to the back of my knees, he pressed his tongue there and I nearly came off the bed. “Because if you are, then I’m thinking about getting you a gag.”