He takes my hands.
“I want to see you.” I glance down. “All of you.”
A satisfied smile twitches on his lips.
I roll my eyes as he steps back and grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. The now-familiar scars on him catch my eye, but when his hands go to his pants, I can’t help but stare.
He unfastens them and lowers them, his cock springing free as he steps out of them and kicks them away. I already knew he was big, but this is verging on obscene. Long and thick, I wonder how it managed to fit all the way inside me. Why am I burning, already thinking about what it feels like and wanting more?
“Fuck, lass. You’re looking at it like you want me inside you again.” He steps to me and grips my hair, leaning me back. “And I want that too, but you’re sore.”
“I am.” I reach down and grab him.
His hips jerk. “Moira,” he warns. “You’re playing with fire.”
I stroke him slowly, amazed at the soft skin over the hardness beneath.
He groans and pulls my hair harder. “You’re not ready.”
“I thinkyou’renot ready.” I stroke him faster, traveling along the full length of him.
“Fuck.” His hips buck.
I feel my power, the sway I hold over this irresistible villain, and I say the one thing I think might make him lose control. “I wonder what it tastes like.”
His eyes roll. “Lass, I told you?—”
“I’m playing with fire.” I drop to my knees, his hand still in my hair.
“Lass.” His voice is gravel.
When I lick the drop of come on his tip, he barks out a curse, and when I put it in my mouth, he grabs my hair with both hands.
He’s a little salty, and I think I can taste myself on him. Just being on my knees like this with his stormy eyes on me as I run my tongue along him—I feel powerful. I feel sexier than I ever have in my life. And I feel in control.
I start to work my head back and forth along him. With no clue if I’m doing this right, I grip his base and suck, hollowing out my cheeks as I bob my head on him.
“That’s it, lass. Ah fuck.” He pulls my head forward to his rhythm, and I suck and lick, doing whatever seems to drive him the craziest.
His hips piston, pushing forward again and again. “I need to see you, lass. Keep watching me.”
Warm water falls onto my calves from the overflowing tub, but neither of us care.
I look up at him, my eyes watering as his cock head flirts with the back of my throat. Then I feel him get even harder.
“I’m—” He groans, his cock spurting into my mouth.
I’m surprised by the force of it. It squirts onto my tongue, and I instinctively swallow, but more of it flows out past my lips and drips down my chin.
He’s still watching me, his breath heaving. “Bloody hell. Bloody hell. Bloodyfuckinghell!”
“Did I do it right?” I lean back, letting him fall from my lips, and he pulls me to my feet.
“Devilish minx.” He wipes his come away from my chin, then reaches over and stops the faucet.
“In.” He lifts me into the tub, then climbs in behind me, water sloshing everywhere as he pulls me against his chest and uses his wet hand to clean my face off.
“Are you okay?” I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
