“Get this over with?” she snapped, then regretted her words. While she was eager for what would happen after, truthfully, the thought that this was some kind of transaction between them stung. But that was all that it was, right?
“Cher,” he began. “If you’ve changed your mind—”
“I haven’t,” she stated. “You’re right, we should just get it over with.” She turned around so he couldn’t see her face, but he caught her arm.
“Those were your words, not mine. I want you, Mika,” he growled. “And I intend to have you. You’re mine. This body”—he ran his hands down to her hips and pulled her ass flush against his hips—“is mine.”
“For tonight.”
“Until the morning.” He was already hard, as evident by the thick bulge pushing up against her ass. God, she’d been imagining his cock since last night when he did the exact same thing and then rubbed himself against her until he came. “I’m going to do whatever I want with this sweet little body. And you’ll let me. Do you know why?”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
“Because you’ll want me to do those things.”
A shiver ran through her. Maybe this was a mistake. But her body was singing with need at his words, her pussy growing wet in anticipation. The bastard must have smelled her arousal because he gave a little laugh. “So sweet.” He turned her around again and lowered his head.
“No kissing,” she warned.
“No kissing on the lips, you said.” He wrapped her braid around his fist and tugged, pulling her head to the side before pressing his mouth to the pulse at her neck.
“That’s not—Oh!” He nipped at her, and pleasure sizzled straight to her core. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge and continued his assault. He mouthed at the sensitive skin of her neck, the soft hairs of his beard tickling her as he switched from kissing to nibbling little bites. His tongue painted soft, sensuous strokes across her nape and shoulders. When his grip on her braid tightened and he tugged hard, she couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped her mouth.
“Please …”
He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, and laved her with his mouth and tongue. When he did pull back, she let out a needy whimper.
Without a word, he lifted her and walked them toward the bed. He set her down, making her sit at the edge of the mattress, then knelt between her spread legs. Reaching toward her, he unbuttoned the front of her blouse slowly, parting the fabric to reveal her black lace bra.
He whispered something in French she couldn’t understand, then leaned forward to press his hot mouth between her breasts, nuzzling her cleavage with his nose. Reaching up, he shucked the blouse and the straps off her shoulders, freeing her breasts so he could capture a nipple between his teeth.
She hissed at the pleasure–pain and thrust her hands into his hair. Much to her surprise, it was soft at the nape. When she gave a tug, he growled and sucked her nipple harder.
A thrill surged through her knowing she could elicit such a response from him. Hell, if she were honest, the fact that he wanted her so bad was exciting and added to her own pleasure.
You’re doing this to get pregnant, her brain reminded her. But she couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.
His other hand slid up her thighs and under her skirt. Oh God, just having his fingers near her pussy again was enough to soak her panties. Nudging her thighs farther apart, his fingers sought the damp fabric pushing it aside to touch her wet lips. The digits teased her, moving up and down her slit and barely missing her clit. She ground her hips forward, seeking that pleasure he had given her last night and more.
“So impatient, cher,” he murmured against her breast. “I told you you’ll want it.”
“Fuck you,” she spat. “I—”
A hand reached up to collar her throat, and Goddammit, that act of dominance made her want him even more.
“Don’t be ashamed, Mika.” He loosened his hold on her neck, but his other hand continued its ministrations between her legs. “It’s just you and me here.” He slipped a finger inside her. “I’ve been dreaming of your pussy since last night.” Another finger joined in, and he began to move his hand back and forth. “Merde, I’ve been dreaming of it since I met you.”
She let out a strangled moan as his thumb brushed her clit, strumming it so expertly that her body tightened as it prepared for her orgasm.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come for me. You look so beautiful when you come.”
Crying out, she grabbed his shoulders, digging into them with her fingers as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. He continued cooing to her in English and French, his hand working her until the waves of pleasure ebbed away, leaving her body limp.
“Good girl.” He withdrew his hand, then popped his fingers into his mouth. “I’ll get a taste of you later. But for now …” Standing up, he towered over her.
Her brows knitted together as she looked up at him, confused.
“Come now, you don’t expect me to do all the work, non?”
The smug shit. “Of course not.” She supposed he was right, but maybe she could have some fun too. That tiny thrill she got when he reacted to her was just a taste, but oh so heady that she could get drunk on it.
Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, she rose and dragged it up, exposing his perfect six-pack abs. Damn, she wanted to bite them. Maybe later. For now, she continued to pull the shirt up, dragging it over his head with his help, and then tossed it aside. Her greedy eyes soaked in his naked chest, following the swirls of ink that dragged across his golden tanned skin, her fingers following in her gaze’s wake. When
