Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(48)

Baby, you’re my woman. That means I’m your man. No matter how afraid you get, you’re not really going to harm me. I could never hurt you. Not for any reason, although – deliberately he narrowed his eyes – I intend to retaliate over that bite. My woman doesn’t paralyze me and then leave me for Wyatt and the boys to tease mercilessly. You just left me there alone.


You weren’t alone, and I checked on you.


I told you not to come to Wyatt’s home. You could have been shot. That had scared him when he realized she’d come back to the Fontenot home after he’d warned her away. He’d reached out to Ezekiel and warned him, asking him to allow her through.


Trap had sensed her need, a terrible, dark need welling up so strong that in the end she’d awakened not only Nonny, but Wyatt and the other team members as well. She hadn’t known she was broadcasting such distress because they stayed away and allowed him to comfort her on his own, but they knew and it upset all of them on her behalf.


“Touch yourself.”


Her long lashes fluttered. She sank back on his chest, straddling him, her knees on either side of his ribs, her green gaze on his face. He could see she was tempted to follow his instructions, but he realized if she did it, she’d comply because he asked her, not because she realized how it would make her body feel.


“Cup your breasts, baby.” He kept his voice low. Gentle. Seductive. His heart pounded while he waited for her to make up her mind.


Very slowly she brought her palms up under her breasts. His breath left his body in a rush. Just that action sent damp heat spilling from between her legs to moisten the silk and his chest where her sex was pressed to him.


“That’s beautiful, Cayenne. See how beautiful you are? Tug on your nipples. Stroke them. Pull. Imagine my hands on you. That’s what I’m doing. My hands are big. I can be a little rough. Do you like it rough or gentle? Which makes your body come alive? Are your breasts sensitive?”


She followed his instructions to the letter, her fingers gentle, then rougher. Pinching. Tugging. Rolling. It was so hot watching her he was afraid his cock would explode. He followed the movement with his fist wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she threw her head back.


“Feel good, baby? That’s what I’d do to you, but more. Now lean toward me. Feed me your right breast, but keep working on your left nipple.”


She didn’t stop what she was doing, but she hesitated before she again did as he asked, scooting up his chest, dragging her hot entrance over him, leaving a trail of moist heat in her wake. A moan slipped up her throat as the silk massaged her sex, adding to the burn building in her. She leaned slowly toward him, watching his face as if mesmerized by the dark lust she saw there. Her nipple teased his closed lips, sliding along the seam. Watching her closely, he opened his mouth and curled his tongue around the offering.


Her breath slammed out of her body, her fingers pinching her other nipple hard. She was more than sensitive. He swore he could feel a spasm between her legs through the silk holding him captive. He drew her breast into his mouth, his teeth tugging on her nipple, and then he flattened his tongue and drove it to the roof of his mouth. Before she could catch her breath, he suckled hard. Deep. Using teeth, tongue and the heated moist interior of his mouth, he drove her up fast.


She cried out, a small sound somewhere between fear and need. Instantly he pulled back, licking her nipple lightly, his mouth wandering over the soft mound, occasionally stopping to suck on her soft skin, raising bright red brands.


She smoothed back his hair, breathing hard. “Is it always like that?”


“It gets better, baby. This is just a small taste of what it will be like when you’re in my bed.”


Her eyes were enormous. Shocked. Hungry. Definitely wanting more.


“Tell me what you’re feeling? Do you like this?”


She nodded slowly, her eyes so green they gleamed at him. She looked sexy, so hot he could barely breathe looking at her. She didn’t have any inhibitions. She didn’t make judgments about right and wrong. She was afraid, but it was all new, and she had trust issues. He had to give this to her. Let her feel in control.


“This is amazing. It is better when your mouth is on me,” she admitted. “But it’s scary at the same time.”


“Doesn’t that add to the excitement? To what you’re feeling?”


She didn’t take her gaze from his when she nodded.


“Untie me, baby. Let me show you what you really need.”


She thought it over. He could see how much she wanted to, but she just couldn’t. There was too much fear of the unknown – of him. He was incredibly strong, and he had his own talents. Just the difference in their sizes gave him all the advantages. He saw the regret in her eyes.


“You could do something to me I didn’t like.” You could hurt me.


He felt the echo of her fear in his gut. She really was terrified of him – of more than what he could do to her physically. And that made her terrified for him. She still thought of herself as a monster. If she were hurt, she would strike out.


“It’s all right, Cayenne,” he assured her gently. “This works for me, but you need to know, something doesn’t work when you’re in my bed, you just tell me, we’ll stop immediately. Always. If you’re just afraid because you don’t know what is coming, we’ll stop and talk about it. When you’re in my bed, I want only pleasure for you – for us. So if you need this time to explore and feel in control, take it.”