Anything He Wants: The Betrayal(20)
“Your wife was kidnapped,” I replied, surprising myself. “You did what you thought you had to do, and managed to alert the cavalry to rescue me.” I struggled to find the words to continue, still conflicted about the day’s events. Was I really forgiving the man? “I hope you and Celeste can work things out,” I finished lamely, unable and unwilling to absolve him yet. His presence still made me nervous, and I shifted closer to Jeremiah.
Ethan saw the movement and sadness flickered through his eyes. “Take care of him,” he told me, the statement a surprise, then turned and walked back out the door.
I peered up at Jeremiah who was watching the entryway his old friend had just exited through. He must have felt my gaze because he turned his head to look at me. My lips parted as I was struck yet again by how beautiful he was, and lifted one hand to caress his face. One large hand slipped up and covered mine, and he placed a soft kiss on my palm that sent sparks through my body. Without thinking, I threw my arms around his torso and buried my head in his chest, tamping down the sobs that threatened to form. I’m safe.
And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was irrevocably, madly in love with the man before me. The emotion burst through me, leaving me lightheaded at the realization that I was head-over-heels for the hard yet tender man I’d met only a short time before. Even the logical side of my brain, the part that had railed against such a silly notion before, was in silent agreement.
Jeremiah’s arm came around my shoulders and he kissed the top of my head just as another guard came through the door. I peeked sideways to see that the younger man looked nervous. “Um, sir…”
“Yes, Andrews?” Jeremiah replied, keeping me tight against his body.
Andrews swallowed, seeming reluctant to speak. “Government officials just arrived at the gate,” he finally said, placing his hands behind his back and standing straighter. The military stance seemed to give him more confidence. “They’re here to collect your brother.”
I blinked, confused, then looked up at Jeremiah. His face was blank for a moment, then he began to curse.
Ducking my head against Jeremiah’s torso, I hid my smile at Lucas’s deception and marveled at the day’s events.
5
The restraints around my wrists pulled tight, the cool leather holding me fast. The restraints were supple, designed not to cause any irritation, but I’d had them on all night and most of the morning. There was some discomfort, but I was too caught up in other sensations to really notice. Light streamed through small cracks in the heavy drapes, but the room stayed dark and secluded, the perfect getaway for what we were doing.
Jeremiah’s lips traveled up my spine, teeth grazing my naked skin as he moved back up my body. Fingers skimmed over my hips, tracing along the sides of my breasts against the mattress. My breath caught as his knee slid between my legs, and I felt his hard length press along my thigh. A hand smoothed my hair to one side as he rained kisses along my neck and up to my ear, teeth tugging gently at the cartilage. My hips rose in silent supplication; he nipped my earlobe but obliged my need, slipping easily inside me.
I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. Our lovemaking had been frenzied and passionate before, but now, hours later, the edge had worn off and it was much easier to enjoy ourselves. Jeremiah insisted I stay bound to the headboard, subject to his every desire, and it never occurred to me to deny that demand. His authority and domination helped chase away the bad memories; I was safe, secure in his grasp, and focusing on that allowed me to enjoy the pleasure of the moment.
He rummaged for something, hips continuing to move his hard length in and out of me in long sure strokes, then the small vibrator I wore clicked on again. I let out a gasping breath as his arm slid under my waist, lifting me up to my knees. Fingernails skimmed along my back as he thrust harder, and I grasped the headboard for additional support.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, hands caressing my back and over the globes of my backside. “Everything about you is a turn-on.”
I bit my lip, his words a balm to my soul, and pressed back for more. He surged inside me, drawing a strangled gasp from my lips. Fingers dug into the skin of one hip, an anchor as he thrust repeatedly inside me, our coupling no longer a leisurely affair. I braced myself against the wooden headboard, shameless moans and cries being pulled from my throat. The tiny vibrator, perfectly positioned so as not to interfere with his access, sent waves through my body with each thrust and spiraled me higher and higher toward yet another orgasm. Other toys lay on the table beside the bed: floggers, feathers, dildos, and several items I wasn’t sure what to call, but Jeremiah wasn’t interested in any playing—no toys were used except the cuffs and the vibrator, both of which were more than enough in my opinion. I was spent and sore, but just as insatiable as the man inside me.