She pressed both palms to his chest, relishing the hard feel of him, running her fingers through the light sprinkling of hair covering his golden skin. Dipping her head, she traced his collarbone with her tongue.
He chuckled. “You can do better than that.”
She narrowed her eyes. Was he really convinced he could stay in control? Arrogant man. She’d just have to show him.
Not rising to his bait, she bent down and covered one flat nipple with her mouth.
He drew in a breath.
She ran her tongue down his chest, scraping her nails along his skin. He tasted like heaven—spicy and masculine—and the hair leading to his groin tickled her lips as she kissed her way south. Her mouth finally reached his erection, but she made no move to wrap her lips around it. Instead, she gently flicked her tongue against his tip then blew a stream of air over the moisture she’d left there.
Brody jerked and let out a soft curse.
“Everything okay?” she asked politely, lifting her head in time to see the arousal creasing his rugged features.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he groaned.
“Nope.” She licked her lips and sent him a heavy-lidded look. “I’m just getting started.”
Oh, boy, there was nothing more empowering than driving a man like Brody Croft into sheer and total orgasmic oblivion. Flames of satisfaction licked through Hayden’s body as she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, savoring the taste of him.
Curling her fingers around his shaft, she licked him again, then sucked him into her mouth, trying not to smile when he released a low moan of pleasure. God, why hadn’t she done this before? She wanted to berate herself for everything she’d been missing.
In the back of her mind a little voice suggested that maybe she’d never shared this fantasy because she hadn’t found the right man to do it with, but she forced the voice and its unsettling implications out of her brain. No more thinking. She didn’t want to analyze anything about this.
She moved her mouth up and down his dick, and when she reached a hand down to cup his balls, he shuddered and grew even harder. Her mind spun from the incredible feel of him against her lips.
Lightly stroking his rock-hard thigh, she kissed his sensitive underside, then pumped him with her hand while she took him deep in her mouth again.
“You’re evil,” he wheezed out.
She lifted her head. “What happened to the master of control?”
“He didn’t stand a chance.”
Hayden laughed. With one final kiss to his tip, she moved up to straddle him. She could feel the heat of his naked body searing through her clothing, making her pants feel like a tight, hot nuisance. But she didn’t undress. Not yet.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his in a teasing kiss. He made a frustrated sound and yet again tugged at the bindings constricting his hands. He was right—one forceful tug and the knots would come apart—but he continued to lie there at her mercy. His biceps flexed as he tested the knots again. He let out a strangled curse.
“Damn it, Hayden, I need to touch you.”
“Touch? Nope, sorry.”
She lifted her tank top over her head and threw it aside, baring her breasts. “But I’ll let you taste.”
Bending closer, she offered him a sampling. She drew in a breath when he captured one nipple in his mouth and began feasting. He sucked on the rigid bud, hard, biting it gently until she cried out with pleasure that teetered toward pain.
“More,” he rasped, pulling away and staring at her pleadingly.
She laughed. “Define more.”
His gaze lowered to her thighs, a clear message of what he desired, and her pussy instantly clenched in response. If she gave him what he wanted, what she wanted, then the domination game would be shot to hell...but did she really care at this point? Could she last one more second without having this man’s hands all over her?
The moisture between her legs provided the answer to that question—a big fat no.
As he inched down a little, so that his head was flat on the pillow, she quickly slipped out of her pants, tore off her panties and knelt over him.
His tongue darted out and flicked over her clit.
“Oh,” she moaned, nearly falling backward at the jolt of excitement that ran through her. She was closer than she’d thought. The rippling wave of pleasure swelling inside her confirmed that she was on the brink, her orgasm about to crash to the surface.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to move away from his probing tongue, but he wouldn’t let her.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” he mumbled, the husky sound reverberating against her flesh.
She reached for the headboard, gripped his bound hands and twined her fingers with his. Her heart thumped, knees shaking, and the moment she leaned into his warm lips again, the second he suckled her clit, she exploded.
Her climax tore through her, fierce, reckless. She gasped, sucking in oxygen as shards of light danced before her eyes and prickled her flushed skin. Still shaking, she sagged against the headboard, struggling to regain her sense of equilibrium while she fumbled with the knots on his hands.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she begged, finally untying him.
With a grin, he rotated his wrists to get the blood flowing again, but made no move to flip her over and plunge into her as she’d requested. “It’s your show, remember?”
Then he curled his fingers around her waist and pushed her down so she was straddling him again. From the end table, he swiped a condom she hadn’t even noticed him bring into the bedroom and handed it to her.
“Do with me what you please.”
Swallowing, she rolled the condom onto his erection and shifted her legs. She was wet and ready for him, more than ready, but she didn’t guide him inside her. Instead, she brushed her nipples over his chest, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed with pleasure.