Take a Chance on Me(58)

He clasped her hands together, wrapping his fingers around her small wrists, leaving him free to explore. He stroked down her body, noticing every catch of her breath and strain of her muscles as he brushed over the tendons in her neck.

He tore his mouth away, moving down her throat to find the pounding beat of her pulse with his tongue. He sucked, gently at first, and then harder when she gasped.

He’d known it would be like this. Unlike her, he hadn’t had a doubt in his mind.

He bit her neck and she wrenched beneath him. She was sensitive and he took full advantage, feasting on her like a vampire until she squirmed under him, moaning. She pulled at her wrists, trying to get free, but he gripped her more tightly, locking his thighs around hers and immobilizing her.

She arched and struggled.

Her soft whimper tugged at his cock as though she’d touched him.

He stroked down her body, covering her breast with his palm and whispering in her ear, “I’m going to lick you until you scream and then I’m going to f*ck you so you’ll feel me for days.”

She gasped and shook her head. “I . . . I can’t . . .”

Just like he’d told her, her body betrayed her. She arched, her nipple tightening under his hand as her breath became more ragged.


“Yes,” he said, and covered the mouth that had driven him crazy since she’d sat down at his bar.

Despite her protests, she held nothing back.

The surrender vibrated through her as she shuddered. The heat of her mouth made him dizzy as he peeled down the strap of her tank top to reveal one perfect bare breast. He learned her body, circling the hard peak over and over until she strained to get free. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pinching until she cried out, letting him know without words that he’d caught the sweet spot between pleasure and pain.

“Mitch.” His name on her lips, a need-soaked whisper.

Jesus Christ. He was so damn hard that his zipper bit into his erection. He’d die to get into her, do anything to sink into the depths of her body and ride her hard and furiously. But he couldn’t, not yet: first, he had work to do.

He intended to put every single one of her worries to rest.





What was he doing?

Maddie twisted under Mitch as he wrenched another keening jolt of pleasure from her. It felt so good, so impossibly right, that it made her head spin. With his intoxicating kiss, he delivered all of the overwhelming passion she’d craved. She gasped with surprise as he squeezed her nipple to the point of discomfort. Instead of the pain she would have expected, it sent aching, burning desire to her core.

She needed to do something other than lie here, with nothing to distract her from the hot, consuming sensations racing through her. She yanked at her manacled wrists, and he tightened his hold, refusing to release her.

She wanted to touch him, wrap her legs around his waist, force him to move quicker, get inside faster because, God help her, she was desperate.

As though reading her mind, her hands were suddenly free, but before she could get her bearings, he pulled her up, stripping off her tank top. She flopped down on the mattress.

High above her, Mitch loomed large, impossibly gorgeous. Impossibly dangerous. Excitement raced through her blood.

He ripped his T-shirt from his body with a flash of golden skin and hard muscles that she itched to touch. She reached out, but he grabbed her hands, pressing her wrists into the mattress, covering her. A protest rose to her lips, but his mouth claimed hers and her thoughts fragmented, blocking out everything but the feel of his chest rubbing against her breasts.

She’d worried for nothing. All of her concerns were forgotten as he drove her nearly mad with fevered lust.

He broke the kiss, moving lower and skimming his hot mouth along her jaw. Lower still, he licked the mysterious erogenous zone on her throat, right over her pounding pulse.

She closed her eyes and just about melted into the bed.

He nipped at her collarbone, slid down her chest, nuzzling the slope of her breast before capturing one nipple with his lips.

She arched, her heels digging into the mattress as he sucked the hard, aching bud deep into his mouth. The sensation was so exquisite that she thought she might climb out of her skin for wanting him. She buried her hands into his hair, digging her nails into his scalp to keep him close.

He played with her nipples, masterfully using hands, lips, tongue, and teeth until she wanted to cry for relief. Impossibly, her belly coiled tight. So tight she might break.

Still trapped between the ironclad muscles of his thighs, she twisted. God, she needed friction. Why wouldn’t he let her move?

He bit the aching peak. Pleasure snapped through her nerve endings, so sharp it bordered on pain. Unable to hold back, a moan escaped her.

He gave a deep laugh, so filled with carnal intent that she felt the flush deepen on her already hot skin.

His mouth left her breast, the hard bud wet and needy as he slithered down her body. His hands rested on her hips. “Lift.”

Without even a thought to the contrary, she complied.

He shifted, nudging her legs with his knees until her thighs splayed open and vulnerable. He moved between them, resting on his haunches as he looked his fill.

An urge to cover herself snuck over her, dimming some of her desire. Her arm twitched and his gaze snapped to hers. “Don’t even think about it.”

God, that voice. The low threat. The command.