Wilde at Heart (Wilde Security, #3)(12)

He kept his face impassive. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do. That’s the second time you’ve walked away. It’s not happening again.”

“I don’t understand the problem. You had an orgasm. I gave you what you wanted.”

“You have no clue what I want.” She fused her mouth to his and her tongue invaded, seeking, claiming, branding.

Trouble, he tried to remind himself even as he clamped his hands around her hips. So much goddamn trouble.

And he didn’t care.

Never had when it came to Shelby Bremer.

She broke away from the kiss and dragged him by the tie across the suite’s seating area to the bedroom. The king-size bed sat kitty-corner between sweeping windows that offered a glittering panorama of the Vegas strip. Reece had a half second to consider hitting the remote to close the blinds, but forgot all about it when she shoved him down on the mattress and straddled his hips. She pulled on the knot of his tie until it fell loose, then whipped it off from around his neck.

“Wrists.”

A thrill coursed through him. “No.”

She wiggled out of her thong and swung it around her finger once before tossing it aside and grinding against his erection. Even through the layers of clothes still separating them, he felt her heat and the wetness from her earlier orgasm.

“Do you want this?” she demanded. “Don’t lie.”

He couldn’t control the rumble growing in his chest. “Jesus, yes.”

“Then you do what I say when I say it. Wrists.”

Trembling, he held his arms out to her. Shelby looped the tie around his wrists, then secured the ends to the heavy wood bed frame. The room temperature shot up a good ten degrees as she slid down his body, popping open each button on his shirt. She trickled bourbon on every inch of skin she exposed and lapped it up. His muscles quivered under the long strokes of her tongue.

When she reached the edge of his pants, she sat up and undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, and freed him.

“Mmm.” Her breath fanned over his cock. “You’ve been hiding a lot behind those suits huh, Hershey?”

“Reece,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

She laughed and drizzled bourbon on him, then circled his tip lightly with her tongue, sending electric shocks through his body. He strained against his bonds, wanting more than anything to dig his fingers into her hair and keep her hot little mouth on him. She continued with the light teasing until his entire body shook, and every breath he dragged in was a chore.

“Shelby…” Jesus, was that his voice? He sounded like he’d swallowed a handful of rocks.

“What?” she whispered against his hip and cupped his balls in one hand. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth.”

“Where?”

He barely managed to strangle the words out. “On my cock.”

“Now that’s no way for a nice, straitlaced boy to talk.” She bit his hip hard enough he was sure she left teeth marks, but the pain only intensified the pleasure, and his eyes all but rolled back in his head.

Jesus. Christ.

She was going to kill him. He’d die tied to this bed in a Vegas hotel room, and he’d be happy about it.

“Don’t move.” She traced her tongue down his length before sucking him in all the way, and he was lost. His world narrowed to Shelby, her mouth, her hands, and the throaty sounds she made as she tasted him. He didn’t care about the family drama, the blackmail, propriety. All that mattered was the wild need she awoke inside him. He wanted to flip her over the bed and leave his handprint on her perfect little ass before plunging into her, and the frustration caused by his immobility only sharpened the edge of pleasure slicing through him. Heat pooled at the base of his spine, his muscles quaked, and his balls drew up tight. He wasn’t going to last, and she wasn’t showing him any mercy, assaulting him with her tongue and a light scrape of teeth that sent him into orbit.

Unable to hold still any longer, he curled his fingers around the tie holding his wrists, planted his feet on the mattress, and used the leverage to thrust against the soft, wet heat of her mouth. She moaned and the sound vibrated up his shaft, nailed him in the gut, and that was all it took. The orgasm ripped from him, left him breathless and boneless, all but a shuddering puddle there on the bed. Shelby relaxed on top of him, her head resting on his hip, her breath fanning over his still-hard cock. Her skin felt hot against his, and slight trembles vibrated through her into him. Damn, he needed her to release his hands so he could do for her what she had done for him.

“Shelby.” His voice came out raw, and he had to clear his throat. “Let me taste you again.”

For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she pushed herself up and looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her turquoise and purple hair tousled, her lips plump and wet, and he was mesmerized by the sight of her.

At least until she said, “No,” and got up off the bed.

Reece blinked. “What? Wait, where are you going?”

She pushed her hair back from her face, then draped a blanket over him. She found his cell phone in his pants pocket and pushed it into his hand. “Maybe the casino. Or a dance club. Haven’t decided yet, but I plan to get shitfaced and forget this day ever happened.”

“You can’t just leave me like this.”