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His hands immediately dropped, moving away, tormenting her.
Because she’d ordered?
His kiss became harder, insistent, demanding that she give herself over to him.
Stop trying to control. Stop making demands.
Trust him. Let him. And let yourself.
She hesitated, part of her rebelling. The urge to try to gain the edge, to turn the tables, whispered inside her. But somehow she knew if she did, she’d be the one who suffered. Maybe they’d still have great sex tonight, but tomorrow, she would be able to convince herself he was just like everyone else she’d ever slept with. A man who didn’t mind doing what she told him to, as long as he got his rocks off.
Mike’s not that man.
He could never be.
And if she pushed him to be that man, she might not have great sex with him tonight—or ever. Because he’d just turn around and walk out the door.
She couldn’t bear that. No matter what it cost her or how it might hurt, she couldn’t let him go without submitting to at least one remarkable night with him.
All she had to do was let him into every part of her, not just her body. All she had to do was surrender.
Just surrender.
He softened the kiss, cajoling her, seducing her. He continued to touch her with long, teasing strokes that were never quite enough.
Surrender.
Finally, she did. She trusted him.
“Anything you want, Mike,” she whispered into his mouth, whimpering, dying. “Any way you want it.”
He pulled away, looking down at her, masculine satisfaction written all over his face. His eyes glittered, the pupils dark with want, and a confident smile tugged at that incredible mouth. “Are you absolutely sure? Because I won’t stand for barriers. I’ll plow right through them.”
Swallowing, she nodded, both scared and incredibly turned on by his self-assurance. He wasn’t threatening her, he was promising her. She only had to let down her defenses and he’d push through until she felt so good she wouldn’t remember her own name, much less her silly objections.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay then.”
He stroked her slowly, sliding his hands back up to cup her breasts again. But he focused only on her face, watching her intently, as if to ensure she really was ready to let him lead the way.
Lindsey gasped when he pushed the robe off her shoulders, pulled the spaghetti straps of her nightgown down and peeled the silky fabric from her chest. She hissed when his thumbs scraped over her taut nipples, sensation rocketing through her. She moaned when he finally kissed his way down her throat and licked the top curves of her breasts.
And when he finally covered one puckered nipple with his mouth and sucked, hard, she gave a little groan.
Heat burst through her; she truly was on fire, mindless, desperate to know what he’d do next but not asking, not interfering. Just taking.
He sucked her, tweaked her, exploring her breasts with his hands and his mouth until she was sagging into the arm of the chair. Then he kissed his way back up to her mouth and pulled her to her feet. But he didn’t keep her there.
Not letting the kiss end, he picked her up by the hips, holding her bottom in his big, strong hands. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, almost crying at the sensation of cupping that long, hard ridge of flesh between her thighs. She ground against it, desperate for the pressure, the strength, and whimpered as her sex swelled and moistened, pulsing with electric fire.
“God, yes,” she groaned. “Please, I need to...”
“No,” he ordered, lifting her higher so her sex was pressed against his waist, removed from that connection she craved. “You don’t take it—I give it to you.”
“But...”
“I said no,” he growled. “Not yet. Not until I say so.”
She sucked in a shocked breath, staring into his face. He didn’t smile, didn’t wink, didn’t tell her he was joking. He merely held her stare, laying down his conditions.
Mike didn’t want merely her surrender. He wanted her total and complete submission.
The modern woman within her screamed in frustration.
The sexual being within her purred in anticipation.
Being free to do nothing but feel. No thoughts, no plans, no reactions...just sensation. Pleasure. The very concept scared her. It thrilled her. It overwhelmed her. It intoxicated her. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe; she could only give in to her true desire. And her true desire was something that would have stunned her just ten days ago.
“All right, Mike. For tonight, at least, you’ll be in charge. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
