Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(47)
In his hand, his cock thickened more. He was a big man and she had him nearly bursting right through his fist. He could feel his pulse pounding, the blood so hot, engorging his erection until he pulsed and throbbed with need. He wanted, even needed her mouth on him, but as she moved up his body, she ignored that raging part of him. His fist continued to pump, but the rhythm changed so that it wasn’t at all lazy as it had been.
She crawled up his body, sliding her naked limbs over him, clearly feeling much braver with him bundled tight in all that silk. The junction of her legs left a hot damp trail over his thighs as she moved up him. Her breasts felt soft and inviting, her nipples twin points that seared him right through the ropes of silk as she inched up him.
“You’re nice and wet for me, baby,” he managed to get out, as the heat between her legs bathed him in liquid moisture. He’d never felt anything sexier in his life. He’d certainly never seen anything more sensual than the way she moved up his body. “I can make you feel really good. Untie me.”
“I’m feeling really good already,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to his mouth. Her hands skimmed his chest right through the silken bonds. “Next time, I’m going to tie you like you want to tie me. I see the advantage of it now. I improvised, but it doesn’t give me full access to your body, and I want to explore every inch of you.”
His cock jumped in his fist. The blood pounded there and roared in his ears. Little jackhammers began to trip in his head. “You untie me, I’ll let you explore.”
Her green eyes drifted over his face, studying his expression, committing the angles and planes to memory. He knew what she saw. Face darkened with desire. Hooded eyes filled with lust. With hunger. He knew before she shook her head that she wasn’t going to untie him. She didn’t feel safe.
“I need to do this. You’d take over.”
He would. He couldn’t deny that. “Baby, even if I do, you’ll feel good in the end, I promise. I can show you things…”
She shook her head. “I learn things for myself. But first” – her fingers moved through his hair – “I want to kiss you again. I can’t stop thinking about the way you kissed me. It was unlike anything I ever imagined, and I thought about kissing a lot.”
“Have at it, baby. I don’t want you to think I’d ever deprive you of that,” he said. His cock was on fire. She was beautiful with that waterfall of hair and amazing green eyes. She wanted him. Her body was as hot as hell. The junction between her legs left a scorching slide of need along his chest and burned like an inferno right through the silk. He was afraid she was so hot she might melt those threads, but then he’d be free to do whatever he wanted to her.
Watching his expression, slowly, inch by slow inch, she lowered her head to his. Her mouth skimmed. Gently. A whisper of touch. Featherlight. Back and forth over his lips. Unexpectedly, she brushed a kiss over each of his eyes and trailed more along his cheekbone, and then used the tip of her tongue, as if tasting his skin. He had no idea why that moved him, but he felt those little touches, not in his burning cock, but in the region of his heart.
Before he could say anything, her mouth settled over his. He gave her that first press of her tongue into his mouth. His heart jerked hard in his chest. That touch he felt in his cock. The feel of her lips, the small, moist invasion, stroking along his tongue, so tentative. He swore her mouth was a match and she just lit a powder keg.
He couldn’t wrap his arms around her, but he took over the kiss and she let him. He liked kissing her. No, he actually loved kissing her. She gave herself to him, pouring her taste and need right down his throat. He took everything she gave and demanded more. He wanted her as hot for him as he was for her.
I am. There was a little sobbing note in her voice. I want you, but I’m not coming to you until I’m not so scared. I have to trust you, and I don’t know how to trust.
That little admission tore him up. It’s all right, baby, you take what you need from me. I have patience. Just know that a little fear can add to the excitement of what we’re doing here. He gave her that because it was necessary to soothe her some way and he couldn’t hold her in his arms to give her reassurance. Cayenne deserved comfort. He couldn’t imagine how afraid she must have been every day of her life in that laboratory with guards surrounding her and men’s fear of her beating at her.
You aren’t afraid of me. I paralyzed you. I would do it again if you scared me too much. She lifted her head reluctantly as she made the admission, her green gaze moving over his face broodingly, as if she couldn’t quite believe he wasn’t afraid and she was looking for the truth.
He realized she was afraid of herself, of what she might do, and he needed to give her the confidence to keep going, to claim his body for her own. She didn’t know she was claiming his heart. She needed to learn to trust herself much more than she needed to trust him at this point. He could give her that as well.
CHAPTER 8
Trap held Cayenne’s gaze. She was definitely affected by his kisses. Her breasts rose and fell fast now, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He was fairly certain if she didn’t move, the spot where the junction of her legs rested on his chest really was going to melt right through the silken ties.