You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(54)

He’d known what she needed. He’d known it for months, but she’d seemed so standoffish. Would things be different if he’d taken charge? It didn’t matter now. He was in charge of this. She’d told him to make love to her and she still had a safe word in place. “I’m going to kiss you now, Phoebe.”

She nodded up at him, eyes suddenly going serious. “I want you to kiss me. I’ve thought about it for a very long time. Kissing you in your office wasn’t enough.”

He’d thought about it since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Too much time had passed, and now he had to be careful he didn’t simply devour her whole. He had to make this good for her. He had to make her crave this the way he craved her.

He sat down on the bed beside her, his hand covering her breast. When he ran his thumb over the hardened nipple, she gasped and her back bowed, pressing her breast up into his hand. “You’re so f*cking beautiful. They were all watching you. They were all thinking about how beautiful you were.”

Yeah, he hadn’t missed the way she’d responded to being shown off. He’d felt a shudder go through her when he’d turned her around. At first he’d been worried it had been from distaste, but then she’d leaned against him and her body had gone languid.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“You liked it. Do you think you would like me to really show you off? That was just a little taste. I could properly show off my gorgeous sub.”

“How would you do that?”

“I would show them your breasts.” He cupped the other one, pressing them up so the nipples were aligned and just above his thumbs. “Look at how beautiful these breasts are. They belong to me. I’m the man who gets to play with them. See these pretty nipples? It’s my tongue that drags across them, my teeth that nip at them, my mouth that sucks on them.”

He moved his hand up to her chin. “Such a pretty face, and look at that mouth.” He dragged his thumb across her plump bottom lip. “That mouth was made to kiss, and it was definitely made to f*ck. I’m the Dom who gets to shove my cock into this lovely mouth. My cock gets loved on by these lips and that tongue.”

She looked up at him, her eyes flaring just before she swiped her tongue along his thumb. The sensation seemed to go straight to his cock. It pulsed and threatened to break through his leathers in an attempt to get to her, but he was going to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was in control.

“We’ll get to that later. Don’t you want to know what else I’ll show off when I get you naked on a stage again? What else do you think I’ll touch and show everyone? What else will they want to see?”

Her face flushed and she moved a little restlessly under his hands. His words were getting to her. She might have thought she was vanilla before, but he was going to show her just how much fun being dirty could be. “My *. You’ll show off my *.”

There was his eager puppy cock once more trying to have its way. He loved the breathless way she said * and yes, she had properly answered his question so she deserved a treat. He trailed his hand down her torso, past the valley of her breasts and over her softly curved belly. His eyes took in every inch of her gorgeous skin, illuminated by the low light. She practically glowed for him. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the mound of her *.

“Spread your legs. They want to see you.” He could role-play. He’d never actually done it before, but it was kind of fun to pretend. “They want to look at this pretty * and dream that they get to touch it. They don’t. I’m the only one. Spread your legs wide so they get a good view of just how f*cking creamy and wet you are.”

It was true. He was going to lose his damn mind over her scent and the silky feel of her skin. He stared right at it and blessed the day he walked into Sanctum. Sex had been something to do under the covers, with the lights out and as unoffensively as possible before he’d gotten into the lifestyle. Some people could have active, fully satisfying sex lives without play, but he’d found he wasn’t one of them. He needed this, and he loved the freedom of not hiding what he wanted to do. He wanted to stare at her *, to study it. So that was what he was going to do.

“So pretty.” He slid a finger, parting her labia. “Do you always shave? Your skin is so damn soft. Like silk.”

“I did it today. I took a shower before I decided to go down and look for Avery. I knew if I went downstairs you wouldn’t let me wear panties, and I didn’t want to look like Sasquatch if someone caught sight of my cootch,” she said on a shaky laugh. “It was pretty much a seventies disco down there.”

It didn’t look like one now. She’d done an incredible job. She was bare and smooth and ripe. Pearly fluid coated her labia. Arousal pulsed from inside her. He slid his fingers all around, carefully exploring that soft, feminine part of her. He breathed in the scent of her.

She was ready. He could shove his cock inside right then and there would be no barrier. He could take her and she would welcome him, but he needed more. He had no idea how much time they had. There was a conference in the morning, and the outcome could be the two of them released back into their lives. She would go one way and he the other. He wasn’t going to have his only memory of her being a quickie.

Long and slow. Thoughtful sex. That was what he owed her. He also owed her that kissing he’d promised. He leaned over and let his mouth hover above hers, suspended in the potential. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to kiss you like this? There’s no one outside the door. There’s no one who’s going to interrupt us. I can just kiss you for as long as I want.”