Brazen (Brazen #1)(31)

Soon she crawled between his legs, and she chanced a look up at him. He watched her through half-lidded eyes. His gaze still burned with anger, but it also simmered with lust. Need.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?” she whispered. She continued working up and down in a slow motion, her fist gripping his c**k in a tight sheath. “I’m going to make you so crazy, you’ll beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” he gritted out.

She smiled then. The smile of a woman confident in her power of seduction. He’d thrown down the gauntlet and they both knew it.

Her hand fell away from his cock, and she dug her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She pulled, but he wasn’t cooperating. She couldn’t budge his big body.

She sat back and smirked. “Surely you don’t think something as insignificant as that will deter me?”

He looked suspiciously at her as she got up from the bed. She walked naked to the door and opened it. She glanced back at him, nearly laughing at his look of astonishment. “Oh, I’ll be back,” she said.

“Damn it, Jasmine, you can’t go parading around butt-ass naked.”

She arched a brow. “Who’s going to see me?” She turned and left him swearing from the bed.

She darted down to her room to get the pair of scissors she should have thought to bring in the first place. When she returned a moment later, Seth was hard at work trying to break the headboard.

He stopped when he saw her, and he looked a little worried as he stared at the scissors in her hand.

She continued on and resumed her spot on the bed. She held the scissors up then neatly slid them underneath the leg of his shorts. “I’d be very still if I were you,” she murmured.

“When did you get so goddamn evil?” he demanded.

“When did you get so goddamn stubborn?”

She sliced through his shorts, and after a few more strategic cuts, the material fell away to bare him completely. He shifted his hips as if trying to escape or roll over, but she straddled his legs. She loved the hair-roughened scratch of his skin over the tender insides of her thighs.

“Now to make you beg,” she murmured.

She felt him stiffen. His muscles bunched and rolled underneath her. She splayed her hands over his hips, bent down and gently blew on his cock.

He shivered.

Growing bolder and more confident by the minute, she flicked out her tongue and licked the tip. His c**k jumped, and she moved her hand from his hip to encircle the base.

“Jasmine, you have to stop. We can’t do this. You have no idea what you’re starting.”

She slid the head past her lips and let her tongue dance around the edge. She smiled as he swore again. Slowly and with exacting precision, she inched lower, taking him further into her mouth. He was protesting far too much with no conviction.

He tasted rugged and hard, just like he looked. She squeezed her hand a little tighter, exerting firmer pressure as she worked her mouth up and down.

Then she sucked her way to the top and released his cock. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked huskily. “Really?”

“No goddamn you, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Tell me you want me.”

His mouth closed in a firm line as he glared at her. She moved a little higher, leaning forward. Her hair brushed across his belly, and she released his dick. The tip bumped her in the stomach as she rose over him.

“Tell me, Seth,” she said breathlessly.

His hand flew up and grabbed at the key hanging from the ribbon. He yanked and freed it. She glanced down in dismay as he palmed the key then jammed it into the lock of the cuffs.

Her hopes fell.

He jerked his arm free and flung the cuffs across the room. Then he rose up and yanked her to him. Her body fell against his hard chest at the same time their lips collided.

His hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her in breathless abandon. He rolled, taking her with him, tucking her underneath his body as her back met the mattress.

“I want you,” he growled. “Happy? Now we’ll see who begs.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jasmine stared up at Seth, barely able to breathe for his body pressed tight to hers. His swollen c**k nudged impatiently at the juncture of her legs. She wiggled and spread her thighs, wanting him closer. God, she wanted him inside her.

He leaned in and slanted his lips over hers. They fit so perfectly. He nibbled roughly at the corner of her mouth then licked at the seam until she opened to him.

She tasted him, feasted on him, each kiss, each touch making her want more, need more. All the waiting had been worth this one moment. Finally she had come home. To his arms. Where she belonged.

“I have to have you,” he gasped into her mouth.

His knee forced her thighs wider apart, and he fit himself to her. She moaned and arched into him as the head of his c**k probed her entrance. All the tiny nerve endings came alive and jumped as he slid forward.

He pushed forcefully into her, his impatience evident in his tense movements. She stiffened, surprised by the initial discomfort. Believing it would pass quickly, she wrapped her arms around him and held him closer.

He plunged deeper, and this time, she couldn’t stop the small whimper that tore from her mouth. He stopped immediately, buried deep within her pu**y.

He raised himself off her and looked her in the eye, an expression of stunned disbelief etched on his face. “Jesus Christ, Jasmine, you were a virgin?”