Since I Saw You (Because You Are Mine #4)(74)

He lowered slowly, his gaze fixed to her mouth. And yet it was her brow that he kissed. At his silent bidding, she closed her eyelids and let him kiss her there, her held breath burning in her lungs. He paid tribute to her temple, cheek and nose, his lips so firm and warm and patient, that by the time he landed on her sensitive lips, she gasped and trembled.

He kissed her for long, delicious minutes, his manner so deliberate, his intensity so great, that she found her tension melting, her sex turning to warm, sweet syrup beneath the pressure of his body. Her world became Kam and his deep, sensual kiss.

“Oh,” she sighed when he plucked at her lips with a lazy hunger she loved. “That was nice.”

He molded her moving lips to his. “Everything about you is perfect, but I could live on your mouth alone.”

“I would never deprive you in such a way,” she whispered, kissing him back feverishly.

“Because all of you is mine?” he asked gruffly, kissing her jaw and neck.

“Yes. Yes,” she chanted mindlessly as he took one of her breasts into his palm and squeezed gently. Her breath caught in her lungs as he lowered, her anticipation sharp. She gasped when he took the sensitive crest into his mouth, sucking and laving the nipple with his stiff tongue. She moaned, her hips shifting instinctively, but between the restraints and Kam’s weight, she was trapped . . . exactly where she wanted to be.

Suddenly he made a growling noise in his throat, a thrilling mixture of frustration and arousal. He scooted his knees up on the bed, kneeling over her. He placed his hands on the outsides of her breasts, pushing them together, his face between them, his growl vibrating into her flesh. He lifted his head and began kissing and licking both nipples at once. Lin whimpered not only at his rough, sweet treatment, but also at his intensity. “Your breasts make me crazy. I will turn your bottom red sometime for putting them on display in that dress tonight.”

Her clit twanged in arousal. She moaned, feeling bereft of his weight on her *, even though his massaging palms and avid sucking on her nipples went a long way to make her forget.

“You didn’t like the dress?” she asked shakily.

“No. I loved it,” he corrected, his mouth lowering to her rib cage. He continued to shape her breasts to his palms as he kissed and scraped his teeth along her sides, causing her skin to roughen and ripples of pleasure to run through her. She found the vision of his masculine hands, molding and squeezing the captive flesh unbearably arousing. Lin pulled at her arm restraints, another jolt of excitement going through her at the stark evidence that she was bound, unable to escape the pleasure he gave her so knowingly.

“But you would punish me for it still?” she asked tremulously.

He lifted his head and speared her with his stare. She licked at the corner of her mouth nervously.

“Did you wear the dress because you knew I’d be forced to sit next to you all night and make small talk about business plans and the opera? Did you do it to torture me, knowing I could look, but not touch these?” he asked, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

“Of course not,” she exclaimed. His stare didn’t relent. “Maybe a little,” she admitted after a moment.

“So you deserve a little punishment?”

Heat rushed through her * at the combination of his words and his small, sexy smile.

“Yes,” she whispered, aroused by their exchange. “I deserve it.”

He released her breasts and reached for the bag at the corner of the bed. She watched him take out both the bullet vibrator and the flogger, her breath becoming more erratic still. He removed the vibrator from the box and set it on the mattress. He came up over her on his hands and knees, and then gripped the leather handle of the flogger. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears. She stared up at the awesome sight of him, her gaze sticking on the obvious shape of his erection pressing against the crotch of his black tuxedo pants. He ran the suede lashes of the flogger along the sensitive skin at the side of her rib cage. She gasped. Her moist nipples ached.

“How does it feel?” he asked, watching her as he ran the tails over her belly.

Naughty. Exciting. “Good,” she said shakily.

He moved back, kneeling between her spread thighs. He quickly, efficiently added some length to her ankle straps and then propped her hips up by sliding his knees and lower thighs behind her buttocks. Her ass was raised off the bed several inches, her * angled upward. She saw his small smile and knew he liked the position. Heat rushed through her when she realized how exposed her * was to him.

He picked up the flogger again, his free hand cradling her hip in a possessive gesture.

He ran the tails along her sides, causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. The little lashes glided just beneath her breasts and down to her belly and then skimmed her hip. She bit off a moan when he dragged the soft lashes over her pelvis, a stray lash licking over her labia.

“You’re teasing me,” she moaned.

“Just like you teased me all night. But this isn’t teasing. I’m just warming up.” Her hips wriggled on his thighs in acute arousal. He lifted the flogger and brought it down on her hip, the tails giving her a stinging caress.

“Oh.”

“Bad or good?” he asked tautly.

“Good.”

His nostrils flared. He lifted the lash again and brought it down on her belly. She gasped.