Tell Me You Want Me (Search and Seduce, #2)(32)

Dex knew right then that she’d played dirty, and he loved it. Loved every challenge she gave, and it didn’t matter that she could actually use him to get her way. All he cared about was having more time with her. Having her stay near him so he could smell her, feel her, taste her.

She was different. Smart. Stealthy in how she got what she wanted. And right then, she wanted him. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in her touch, and he was so okay with that. It didn’t matter that she was his better in lots of ways. Nope, tonight, they were two equals with equal attraction and to hell with the rest. He’d deal with it tomorrow.

“Savvy woman,” he breathed.

She gripped the base of his cock and her breath hit him when she said, “I’m tenacious when I want something.”

He knew that to be true.

He should say something gentlemanly. Like “Oh, you don’t have to suck my cock,” but he wasn’t feeling overly gentlemanly. He was on edge, silently begging for her to put that mouth on him. He wanted her so much. More than that, he wanted her to want him back.

She looked over his shaft in her tight fist and ran her lips along the head. His eyes were on her, and all he could do was groan. Those plump pink lips trailed over his flesh. Not licking, not kissing, just…rubbing.

“You continue to impress me,” she said, and just a hint of her tongue tasted the slit.

He hissed, and a violent tremor skated through him. Then she pulled back, and he suddenly realized she was the one playing with him. What he would give to keep this game going.

He’d do whatever she wanted. She could literally lead him around by the cock, and he’d follow dumbly. Just please God, don’t let her take her mouth from him.

“You seem on edge,” she said. Her voice and lips hummed against his shaft. “Something the matter, Dex? Big man like you shuddering makes a girl wonder if perhaps I’m doing something wrong.”

“No,” he said around a strangled breath. “You’re doing everything right.” He cupped the underside of her chin and lifted slightly. Her blue eyes met his. “I think you enjoy teasing me.”

“Me?” she asked innocently. “Tease? I’m just trying to learn my surroundings. Isn’t that part of my training? Now that I’m free from my binds and all.”

Damn, she was good. So, so good that she didn’t even have to touch him. She was on her knees, and he was the one ready to serve her. She was either part magic or a damn Jedi.

She parted those sweet lips and ran them down the side of his shaft, tip to base, then licked back up the other side. And the whole time, she let his palm cradle her throat. He could feel her move as she explored him, and that turned him on. Because when she sucked the head, he felt her jaw slacken as her throat tightened and her cheeks…God, those cheeks hollowed with intense suction as she took him deep.

He felt it.

Felt every inch of her tongue.

Felt her throat hum with him deep in it.

“Michelle,” he whispered.

She bobbed on his cock, licking and stroking and sucking.

“God, Michelle,” he said again, a little louder.

Her grip tightened, her suction increased, and when he hit the back of her throat, he saw stars.

“Fuck, Michelle!” he groaned even louder.

She slowed for a moment and bathed the head with her tongue and delivered kisses all over him.

“Is that how you’d call for me?” she asked.

This woman. She’d turned the tables on him. The other night, he’d been deep inside her, telling her to scream louder. Scream for him. And she had. Now, she was making him yell and plead and groan for her.

“I’d call for you, and I wouldn’t stop until I found you,” he said, his brain a haze of lust.

“I see the appeal,” she said and gave a quick, hard suck, then popped him free from those pretty lips. The woman was giving him goose bumps. He was over two bills, handled a gun and wilderness like second nature, and could kill a man with his bare hands. Yet this wisp of a woman was challenging him in ways he wasn’t prepared to face.

“You calling my name is very”—suck—“very”—suck—“appealing.”

He’d set out tonight to play with her, and it turned out that she was the one playing with him. Like a cat with a new toy. Slow, gauging every angle before she pounced.

He needed to pounce first if he wanted any hope of surviving tonight. Or any other night. She was in his wilderness tonight. He was training her, not the other way around.

Whatever animal he’d been keeping caged roared to life. He swooped down, and in one move, he grabbed the sinfully clad woman in black lace by the back of the thighs and tossed her over his shoulder. He rose and was striding to his bedroom before she got out the first shocked gasp.

“Hey!” she said and smacked his ass. Her ass was bobbing right by his face, and since she was all about keeping things on an even exchange, he smacked her back. “I was—”

“I know what you were doing, princess,” he said and kicked his bedroom door open. “You were teasing me.”

“I was enjoying myself.”

“Oh, I was enjoying myself, too, but this is my training session. In my wilderness.” He dropped her on his big bed. She bounced a little, making her tits looks amazing, and he could see just a hint of her nipples ready to pop out of the lacy top of the bra.