Page 37 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“My bruised ego needs to hear you say you want me.”

He brushes his scruff along my cheek, and I feel him getting hard. Lust coils tight and hot in my core as I wind my arms around him. “Your ego feels solid to me.”

He smiles against my lips. “Maybe I’m a greedy bastard with you and want to hear that you want me as much as I want you.”

“Maybe?” I taunt, emboldened by his desire.

“You know damn well how greedy I am for you.” His gruffness sends a shudder of desire through me. His hand slides along my stomach as he moves behind me, leaving me facing the mirror. Our eyes lock in our reflection. “Tell me you wore this sexy dress just for me.” His hard heat presses against my ass as his hands move up my stomach. “That you want me to touch you.”

Anticipation stacks up inside me. “You know I want you to touch me,” I pant out.

He holds my gaze in the mirror, wickedness gleaming in his eyes. “Watch me touch you.”

The demand is low and gruff. I’ve never watched myself with a man. It feels dark and dirty, heightening the thrill as he palms my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin dress, sending bolts of lightning between my legs. I feel myself go damp, and he must see it on my face, because he rubs his cock against my ass, whispering, “You like this, Reckless. You like being naughty with me.”

There’s no holding back the “Yes” that rushes lustfully from my lips.

“I should’ve known one night with you would never be enough for either of us.” He grazes his teeth along the curve of my neck and shoulder, and I gasp with the shock of pleasure it brings. “And this sexy dress?” He lowers his hands to the knot at my hip.

“I wore it just for you.”

He’s untying the knot before I even finish the sentence, and my dress falls open. He slips it off my shoulders, and it glides to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my matching thong and bra and heels. He swiftly removes my bra, and his gaze moves lazily, lustfully down the length of me in the mirror, lingering on the bite mark he left on my breast, making my nipples throb with need. Those all-seeing eyes move lower, hovering at the mark on my inner thigh. The raw satisfaction on his face makes me breathe harder. He steps back, admiring my backside, and makes an appreciative sound as he caresses my ass.

“Look at you, wearing my marks everywhere.” His breath is hot and tantalizing against my neck. “It should be illegal to be this sexy.”

I can do little more than watch him in the mirror as he undresses. He fists his cock, his eyes on me as he strokes it. I bite my lower lip, itching to touch and be touched, but he steps behind me and gathers my hair over my shoulders. “Where is it, Reckless? Where’s my mark on your neck?”

I touch the tender spot I’ve covered with makeup near the back of my neck.

He drags his tongue over it, then wipes off the makeup with his hand, bringing the evidence of our passion into view, and flashes a wolfish grin. He licks that tender spot as light as a feather, sending shivers of heat rippling through me. I lean my head to the other side, giving him better access. His eyes never leave mine in our reflection as he lightly licks and sucks my neck, groping one breast, teasing me through my thong with his other hand. A needy sound escapes me, and I don’t even try to stop it. I want him to hear what he does to me.

“You’re so wet for me, your thong is drenched.” He seals his teeth over my neck, sucking hard as he continues teasing me through the damp material and squeezes my nipple. A mix of pleasure and pain whips through me, and I cry out, grabbing his wrists. But I don’t stop him. It feels too good. He eases the suction on my neck.

“Again,” I beg.

He does as I ask, and my hips shoot forward, thrills whipping through me anew. He continues his masterful assault until my entire body is quivering like a bundle of live wires. I’m lost in his ministrations, panting, clinging to his wrists in an effort to remain upright. Then he’s pushing his fingers beneath the thong, my legs are giving out, and I’m swamped with pleasure so vast and all-consuming, my eyes slam shut, and a stream of indiscernible sounds sails from my lungs. He doesn’t relent, sending a surge of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out and ride that high to the very end.

“Eyes open, sweetheart.”

My eyes flutter open as I float down from the peak, and our gazes lock in the mirror.

“When you go home and you’re fixing your hair or putting on makeup, I want you to remember this. I want you to see my face, feel my hands on you, remember how it felt when I made those marks on your body and the pleasure only I can bring you.”

His words burrow into me, bringing a whole new type of thrill, because I am memorizing every one of them. I want to remember all of this, but I can’t let him know that. “You really are greedy.”

His eyes narrow. “I never was before. Not like this.”

Those words burn into me as he turns me gently in his arms and takes me in a sensual, mind-numbing kiss that leaves me moaning for more. His eyes darken. “Those sexy sounds make me crazy.” He bites my lower lip, and I gasp at the sting of pleasure racing through me. “Fuck. I’m going to hear those noises in my sleep.” Just as the idea of him thinking of me when we’re apart starts to take hold, his tongue glides along my lower lip. “This gorgeous mouth will be what I see every time I fist my cock.”

The breath rushes from my lungs.

He sinks lower, dragging my thong down to my thighs, and gazes up at me. “Look at this pretty pussy, begging to be eaten.” He licks my sex, and my knees buckle, a moan pushing from my lungs. He grabs my thighs and presses a kiss to my clit, drawing another needy sound from deep inside me. But he doesn’t continue. The master of anticipation drags my thong down to my ankles and helps me step out of it. Then he presses another kiss to the apex of my sex, causing more scintillating sensations, and rises to his full height. Those blue eyes bore into mine. “Are you in a giving mood, sweetheart? I’d love to see you on your knees with those sexy lips wrapped around my cock.”

The way he asks and the depth of emotion staring back at me feel strangely intimate, making me eager to please, bringing that boldness that only exists with him. “With an invitation like that, how can I resist?” I step out of my heels, wanting to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, so he really will think of me after I’m gone. I kiss his chest and tease his nipple with my tongue.

“Christ, that feels good,” he grits out.

I take his thick length in my hand, stroking him as I graze my teeth over his nipple. He hisses, and I sink my teeth into it. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, his volcanic eyes blazing into mine.