He chuckles. “I wondered if you would ever ask about that.”
“Considering we’re naked in my bed, you might want to explain.” I sniff.
His hand feels like a brand across my skin, no longer cold. Maybe I imagined the chill. “They offered marriage to either of the women and didn’t acknowledge Ella’s existence.”
Jealousy sears through me. “Marriage? Which one did you choose?”
“I choose you and you know it. Stop trying to start a fight. You won’t win.”
The morning takes over. I’m sore, overwhelmed, and confused. So I elbow him in the gut. “I just think—”
“That’s it.” He tosses the bedcovers out of the way, yanks me from the bed, and plants me on my knees with him standing over me. He grabs my hair and tugs back my head. “Find something better to do with that mouth.” His hardened dick presses against my lips.
My mouth partially opens out of shock, and he shoves farther inside.
Truth be told, I’m curious about this. Although, he could’ve asked nicely. I wonder if he has any idea of how vulnerable he is right now.
His hand tightens in my hair. “If you even think of biting me, I promise you, I bite back. I’m sure you’re sore from the belt.”
My clit jerks in denial. “I’m not going to bite you,” I say around the tip. “But I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Create a crater with your tongue, take me down your throat, and breathe out of your nose.” His thumb presses into the hinge of my jaw, forcing it open wider. “And have some fun with it.”
It’s the last order that has me pausing. Good advice. So I do as he says, seeing how far I can take him. I gag a couple of times, but soon learn to breathe through my nose, and when he groans, I feel like a queen.
So I plant my hands on his thighs and feel them tighten. Then I go at him the same way he did with me, using my tongue and mouth and finally my hand, circling his girth. This would be impossible to do with a cold. I chuckle at the thought, and he groans louder. Fascinating. To have even a small ounce of command over Thorn Beathach is heady. I cup his balls and take him deeper, noting his hand tightening in my hair. He twists his fingers and regains control, fucking my mouth.
All I can do is lift my chin and breathe through my nose.
So much for command over him. My nipples sharpen and my clit pounds. My thighs become wet again, so I reach down and rub my punished body.
“Don’t even think of coming,” he says, his voice strained. “And you drink every drop.”
I feel his body tighten before he spurts down my throat. He’s so far down nothing even touches my tongue, so I grow still and wait, curious. Then it’s over. He pulls out and I flick him with my tongue.
He lifts me back to the bed and kisses me, his arms tight. Then he leans back, a smile in his eyes. “Did you have fun?”
“I did.” I bet I could get pretty good at that. He seems pleased, like a lazy lion in the sun. I like this side of him. My hands go back down my body.
“No.” He pulls my hands free and pushes me back on the bed, dropping to a crouch and licking my clit. I’m sore, but the rough touch of his tongue nearly sends me into orbit. “You’re close.” He slides two fingers inside me.
I close my eyes, waiting for heaven.
Instead, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into my inner thigh.
I yelp and slap the top of his head.
His chuckle vibrates through me before he soothes the wound, kissing and licking it. Then he returns to my sex, torturing me until I’m writhing on the bed, making incoherent noises.
Finally, he stops and reaches up for my arms, pulling me to a seated position. This is new. Liquid is seeping from me, and I’m one good nip from an excellent orgasm.
I push my unruly hair away from my face. “What are you doing?”
“Punishment number one for not responding to my text.” His eyes are still lazy with a hint of deadly seriousness.
What an ass. I reach down, and he slaps my hand.
“Hey,” I say, shifting my weight and trying not to punch him in the face.
His hands encircle my wrists and he places them on my thighs. “I have rules, and when you break them, there are repercussions.”
Oh, whatever. He can’t stay all freaking day. It’s almost morning, and I’m sure he needs to sneak out. The thought that one of the many snipers out there might shoot him brightens me for a moment. “You can’t leave me tied to the bed all day, unable to touch myself. I have to go to work.” When his chin lowers, I hasten to say, “That wasn’t a challenge. Not at all. Only a statement.”
“Smart girl,” he says.
I bite back a sharp retort because I do have a brain.
He glances at the clock near the bed and then retrieves his slacks and shirt, buttoning it up. I have no idea how his entire ensemble looks unwrinkled. Must be an unnatural gift. When he draws on his jacket, he pulls out a phone and reads the face. “I have to leave in a couple of minutes.”
“Okay.” I’m still naked and he’s fully dressed, and the weight of last night presses in.
As if he knows—because he seems to know everything—he palms the back of my head and leans over to kiss me as I sit on my bed. “Everything we do, everything we are, is perfect. Tell me you understand.”
I look up at him, so tall and powerful, so dark and dangerous. “I understand.” The temptation to fall into his universe is fierce, and I dig deep for a backbone. “You know we’re not just in your world, right?”
Dark stubble covers his jaw, giving him the look of a wild rogue, despite the designer suit. “You entered my world the first time you opened your mouth and said please.” He caresses my nape with sure and firm fingers. “What you don’t seem to have figured out is that you’re the absolute center of that world.”
The words are sweet—I’ll consider them later. Right now I need to get him out of my bedroom so I can get my little vibrator from the bedside table. Even his hand at the back of my neck is driving me crazy.
