Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(41)

“I want to kiss you too,” she cried out. She needed something to do. Some kind of action. “I need to—”

To have some control over this. All the control.

“69” she called desperately. “Now.”

The bastard just chuckled. “You want to suck me off some more? You didn’t get enough already?”

No. And that’s what she was afraid of. That she’d never get enough of his body.

“I don’t trust you just at this moment, Sugar.” He laughed again, his hot breath tickling her sex. “You’re so close to losing it, you might bite.”

She arched up, a raw cry ripping from her throat as he pumped his fingers deeper into her. “If you dare stop, I will.”

He bent and worked his tongue again.

And Savannah was gone.

One blinding orgasm later, she was so warm and so relaxed. But hunger licked. Needling her. It would roar to life in less than a minute.

Which meant it was time for her to move.





Chapter Twelve





“Crawl into my arms and let me make you come again, Sugar.” Connor reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist. “I won’t go inside you, unless you ask me to. I’ll just tease.” He wanted to touch her some more. Hold her close, properly. As glorious as the last twenty minutes had been, they weren’t enough.

“No. I’m tired. It’s time for you to leave.” She twisted her arm, freeing herself from his loose hold.

He watched as she stood and walked away from him, pulling her skirt back down.

She’d not even been naked.

He hauled himself to his feet and carefully started to dress. Satisfied—yes, in part. But he was wholly stunned. Having her on her knees totally hadn’t been how he’d imagined this night would go. He’d thought she’d take, instead, she’d sought to satisfy him first.

It was unexpectedly sweet. And so damn sexy.

“You’re satisfied?” he asked, cupping her jaw as she stood by the door, so pointedly waiting for him to leave.

But he wasn’t quite ready to.

She nodded. “And tired. Goodbye.”

She shut the conversation down. No post-coital cuddles wanted, huh? Nor any sleepy, intimate conversation. But like she didn’t want more sex?

He’d heard her moan as he’d licked inside her. He’d tasted her wet heat. And he’d watched the way her fingers had curled into the cushions.

She’d been holding herself back.

He’d rather have born her scratches on his back. He’d rather she pulled him into her with the ferocity she’d shown the other night. He’d wanted to feel her raw, abandoned passion again.

And he’d wanted to be inside her more than he’d ever wanted anything. Still did.

He was more than happy to stand for her. To be the stud and provide the physical release she needed. Because he needed it too. He’d denied himself too long. But now he wanted to take the pleasure everyone else did and he needed a woman who was his match. As strong. As determined. This battle had the edge he needed. That she wouldn’t let him inside her showed just how strong she was. Because she’d wanted him, badly. Breathlessly.

Yet she was resisting it.

And he wasn’t about to take what she wasn’t willing or ready to give.

Something had changed. It wasn’t that she knew who he was. It was something else. He didn’t know what. But he’d find out.

“You want me to send a car for you in the morning?” he asked.

She sent him one of her best iced-up looks.

“I’ll fetch you myself but we might get… distracted… again before getting there,” he winked.

“I can make my own way.”

Of course she could.

“Great,” he smiled at her, knowing it would antagonise her. “You’re going to love it.”



Connor barely slept. His cock was so hard it hurt more than his all-but smashed ribs. He spent the night thinking about her, trying to figure out her agenda. Trying not to let her few barbs pierce him. She’d mocked his ‘honor’, mocked his work ethic. Mocked pretty much everything about him. Until she’d mastered his body. Then she’d moaned. Then she’d tasted every inch of him in a frenzy, like he was delicious, forbidden fruit that she had to devour before it was taken from her.

As light pieced the sky, he reached out for his phone and touched the screen.

“Logan.”

“Connor.” His brother groaned. “Jeez, we’re gonna need to change the time you call, buddy.”

“Too early for you?” Connor frowned. He always called Logan early in the morning.

For all his playboy antics, Logan knew the markets. He was a far better source of investment advice than their father.

“Am I boring?” Connor couldn’t keep the random question back.

“Pardon?” Logan growled.

“Boring. Am I boring?” Connor leaned back and lifted his foot on the chair opposite. “You’re all wild man, Hunter’s all secretive. Xander’s all good guy, Rocco’s suave. I’m the worker bee. Boring.”

“Uh… I’d have said you were single minded.”

“But that can be boring.”