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“You need only breathe to encourage me, Ms. Lawton.” After rolling to his side, he slid a finger down my breastbone, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. “However, I wish to explore my prize first.”
“Explore?” I was nobody’s prize, but I didn’t argue and arched into his touch, hoping he’d get the hint and move his hand to where I needed him the most. Unfortunately, he was too busy petting me with featherlight strokes that tickled almost as much as they increased my desire.
“Quite so.” He followed his finger with his lips, pressing soft kisses along the searing path he’d left. He stilled when he reached the barbed wire ink on my stomach, and I almost screamed with impatience.
“Savva, please…”
“This is not a tattoo.” His voice low and dangerous, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his frigidly hard blue eyes. “Who scarred you, Damaris? Tell me and I’ll end them.”
Whuh.
The deep threat in the words about made me come, and I went cross-eyed with need. It was like listening to one of the spicy audiobooks my college roommate used to call her guilty pleasure. They always had a woman with a magic pussy and an anti-hero who would destroy the world to keep her safe, and I was beginning to see the appeal.
After swallowing a desperate cry, I said, “I fell off my horse and got tangled in a piece of old barbed wire fence when I was a teenager. I had a tattoo artist cover the scar.”
Although his gaze softened, he didn’t let go of my chin. “I see. I suppose I must endeavor to keep your luscious body safe from the ravages of… barbed wire, was it?”
“I think I’m safe enough in this suite.”
“Perhaps from fences…” Lowering his head, he kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. “But not from me.”
He placed nipping kisses in a line down my belly, and I clenched my hands into fists, praying to Jesus he’d finally decide to get his pretty head between my thighs where he belonged. I almost pushed him where he needed to be, then remembered he said he’d stop if I moved my hands.
When he detoured to play with my belly button piercing, I lost my resolve and sank my fingers into his thick blond hair.
Smirking at me, he sat up and moved out of reach. “Ah, ah, Ms. Lawton. Repeat what I said would happen if you moved your hands.”
“Savva, please!”
“As much as I love hearing you call my name, that wasn’t it.”
My jaw clenched so tightly I thought I might break a tooth. “You said you’d stop if I touched you.”
“Quite so, but I’ll make it easier for you.” Without waiting for me to ask how, he quickly secured the belt around my wrists to the headboard. “Isn’t that better?”
“I—”
He laid a finger on my lips and shook his head, still wearing a deliciously filthy smirk. “I shall allow you to touch me later… after I finish exploring my prize.”
I didn’t mind him tying me up. It was hot. Besides, it wasn’t as if the Prince of Agafonza would harm me when everyone knew we were attending the symposium together.
However, I wasn’t sure I liked the proprietary gleam in his eyes, or the way he kept calling me a prize. It was as if he thought he owned me or some such nonsense when whatever was going on between us had a sell-by date.
Maybe he was like that with all his ladies. I was willing to bet they had his undivided attention right up until the door closed behind them when they left his bed. Heck, I’d be shocked spitless if he didn’t need to look at my symposium badge to remember my name before the end of the week.
I pushed the thought away before it depressed me and decided to enjoy him for as long as I had him. Savva was just a summer fling, and I didn’t have time to waste on pining for things I couldn’t have—especially since I doubted he was even the slightest bit capable of settling on one woman.
Even if he was, it wouldn’t be me. We probably wouldn’t last the week—much less a whole summer.
Savva picked up right where he left off, and his warm breath on my navel brought my thoughts to a screeching halt as he moved his lips toward my panties. For a moment, I wished I’d worn something sexy and expensive instead of discount store cotton, but judging by the look of hungry delight on his face, I didn’t think he cared overmuch.
At least I’d remembered to keep up with the grooming on my lady bits. Then again, I had no idea what his preferences were—not that it mattered. He wouldn’t be around long enough to have an opinion.
Focus, woman! You have the most gorgeous man in the world about to eat you like dessert. Quit whining and get to riding that fine-ass man like a pony!
Instead of tearing them like I expected, he slowly eased my panties down my thighs and pressed a reverent kiss to the landing strip just above my needy clit. Before I could lift my hips, he bent my knee and kissed a path along the inside of my thigh—still not going where he was supposed to.
“Savva, please!” I pulled against the belt binding my wrists, wondering if it was time to let him know I wouldn’t wait forever. It wasn’t so tight I couldn’t get free by myself, but I wanted to see what he planned.
