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Elemental Desire. Denise Tompkins
Читать онлайн.Название Elemental Desire
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isbn 9781472051233
Автор произведения Denise Tompkins
Серия Mills & Boon Nocturne Cravings
Издательство HarperCollins
“That’s not my name,” she whispered, sliding her gaze his way.
A Cheshire-cat grin split the darkness. “Tonight it is.”
Air became a precious commodity she couldn’t buy enough of, no matter what mental card she swiped. Looking up into eyes as tempting as original sin, Eden heard herself whisper, “Yes, sir.”
Total silence ruled the moment. He molded his body to her curves and lowered his face. “Good place to start. I want to establish the parameters of play before we take it any further.”
“Parameters?” The question sounded slow, even to herself.
“Yes, Red. Parameters.” Pulling her even tighter, he kicked her feet apart. “Uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable?” she repeated.
He turned her toward him. Cupping her face, in one hand, he reached over her shoulder.
She flinched before blinking into blinding light.
“I don’t hit women, Red.” He stroked her chin. “If that’s why you sought me out, you picked the wrong guy.”
Wrapping one hand around his wrist, she fisted his shirt with the other. “I got who I came for, but not what. Not yet.”
He stilled, distrust coiling through him and prickling against her skin. “Care to explain?”
Squeezing the words out was nearly impossible. “I needed to find out what it was like.”
“What what’s like?”
Lips numb, she wanted to rub life and feeling into them, was afraid to accidentally touch him. “The experience.” Somehow she knew he heard what she didn’t say, that she was wildly curious about herself and what really flipped her switch.
“What makes you think I’m your answer?”
Her only excuse was hormonally fueled determination. Otherwise? She never would have pulled his shirt out of his pants and scraped his ribs with her fingernails. His sharp intake of breath was followed by a slow hiss. Things low in her belly rolled over, begging to be stroked. A short jerk of his hips made her lips part on an exhale, her hands scrabbling to unbutton his silk shirt. He gripped her wrists, stopping her desperate scramble to divest him of clothes and get down to business. Confused, she looked up.
“Not yet, Red. Parameters. Where do you draw the hard lines I don’t cross?”
“Lines?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “My first directive was that you meet me at the end of the bar. You complied. Second directive is that you stop repeating every question I ask. Be a good girl and I’ll see you’re rewarded.”
Eden nodded so hard her earrings clinked. “Yes, sir,” she repeated, knowing it had pleased him moments ago. Swallowing a little pride could pay off handsomely.
“Let’s discuss boundaries. Where I’m concerned, no touching unless invited. You haven’t earned intimacy yet.” And you won’t. “That’s about it. What about you?”
Heat blazed across her cheeks. “I’m…not sure?”
“Okay. Let’s try this. Tell me one of your fantasies.”
Oh, dear goddess. “Fantasies?” Realizing her mistake, she slapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Too late, sweetheart. Skirt up over your ass and grab the edge of the desk,” he said, even as he moved her into position.
“But I apologized.” The nearly shouted objection brought him to a standstill.
“Yes, but you still violated my directive. One swat for the minor infraction.” Smooth fingers traced up the back of her thighs as he lifted her short skirt. “A thong. I approve.”
Eden watched him pull a pair of scissors from the desk drawer. Before she could form an objection, he dragged the cold metal along her ass and snipped the lace, tugging the scrap of material free. The trace of soft material over her skin, the hard scrape of nails down her thighs and the brush of lace hitting her ankles when it fell made her sway. Lips followed the same path upward. Smooth kisses, a tactile tongue, little nips—they made her knees weak. The sharp crack of his palm on her ass elicited a surprised yelp. Masculine fingers traced the sting, and she moaned. At the sound, his fingers briefly dug into her ass and made her push into his hand. What. The. Hell. Never had someone turned her on so quickly, so effortlessly. She wanted what he offered. Didn’t understand the compulsion to satisfy him. “Why?” she asked, the single word forming an unsteady question that hung between them long enough that she was sure he’d ignore her. Then he answered.
“You have a gift, Red. You started the descent into subspace when I grabbed you by the neck in the club. Most submissives have to be taught to find that place inside themselves. You’re a natural.”
“You think I haven’t done this before?”
“No.”
She relaxed.
“I know you haven’t.” Stepping in behind her, his unfurling zipper made the most erotic noise she’d ever heard. The broad head of his cock brushed over the crevice of her ass.
Eden flinched. “Maybe not…that.”
“That?” The amusement in his tone was clear. “And what is ‘that,’ precisely?”
Burying her face in her forearms seemed prudent. “Anal.”
“Ah. Anal. One of my favorite things. Shame you aren’t interested.”
That was something she wasn’t willing to share. Not the physical act, but the fact she was interested.
Very, very interested.
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