Page 26 of No Going Back

“Remember—you can’t move your hands.”

He took her nipple in his mouth and bit down, a little harder than she probably expected, and her mewling cry scored a laser-accurate hit on his dick. God, it felt so good, to be with a woman and want her for himself. It had been so long.

“I won’t, sir.”

His pulse kicked up a gear. Had he heard correctly? Had she just called him sir?

Don’t read anything into it. She doesn’t know about you, she doesn’t know what you are… keep it that way…

Vanilla wasn’t his favourite flavour, but it was what Maddie needed from him tonight. His focus belonged to her, not memories of what he’d had with Liz. And certainly not to identifying the annoying niggle at the back of his mind.

It had started when he’d first laid eyes on the naked beauty beneath him. Damned if he could put his finger on it, but right now, his fingers were occupied elsewhere. They strayed towards the silken secrets at the apex of Maddie’s shapely, toned thighs.

“Guy?”

Maddie’s tentative enquiry drew him out of his head and back to where he belonged, with her. “You okay?”

The trepidation that had suddenly appeared in her gaze took him by surprise.

She nodded, but didn’t seem positive. The compulsion to reassure her was overwhelming, and Guy gave in to it gladly. “Whatever’s worrying you—”

“It’s been a long time. I haven’t been with a man in years.”

Years? How blind were the men who’d been around her in that time? Still, their loss was his treasure. “It’s been a while for me, too,” he confessed, suddenly fascinated by her hair. He twisted a strand around his fingers, captivated by the multitude of shades glinting in the gentle light cast by the bedside lamp.

“It can’t be. A man like you?”

An undercurrent to her tone caught his attention. Another question prowled beneath the one she’d asked, as if she knew more about him than was feasible, given the newness of their relationship. On that basis, he chose to ignore it, and addressed her statement instead. “It is. You have my word.”

And just like that, her misgivings were replaced by a smile of sunshine so dazzling, it lit up parts of his soul he’d believed withered and dead for years.

Her gaze connected with his, and when her hand found his cheek once more, he covered it with his and kissed her palm. “And now I have to think of a suitable forfeit.”

Though he hardly thought it possible, Maddie seemed to glow even more. “You’ve already spanked me.”

“And you enjoyed it, so that’s not going to work.”

If only they hadn’t been at a hotel. At Stonehaven he’d have had access to no end of implements to deliver a suitable chastisement. If they’d been in Maddie’s bedroom back at Remington Grange, he could have improvised, but here?

What the hell was he thinking? She might have found pleasure in a mild spanking, but that meant nothing. It certainly didn’t give him carte blanche to expose her to anything more intense. Tonight was for her, and that meant vanilla all the way, which all at once wasn’t the chore he might once have imagined it to be.

“I’ll come up with something, but right now, I have other plans.”

When he kissed her again, he felt her hand curve around his nape, gentle but firm, anchoring him in place—not that he had any intention of going anywhere. He’d enjoyed the evening, and now it was time to enjoy the woman, as he hoped she would enjoy him.

The simple act of looking at her, being close to her like this, made Guy want to take it slow. These were moments to be savoured one by one, as if they were the pearls in an exquisite necklace. If the moments made the necklace, then Maddie was the diamond clasp holding it all together. He wanted to explore every inch of her, but he remembered how she’d recoiled from his touch. He wanted to know why.

As if he were approaching a skittish, unbroken filly, Guy moved his hand closer to her face, closer and closer, until only a breath separated his fingertips from her skin. He hated the apprehension in her eyes, but this time she didn’t move away from him.

Why she’d been so nervous, he had no idea. He traced a slow, easy line down her cheek. When her mouth opened in a tantalising invitation, he couldn’t resist. The pad of his middle finger wandered over the fullness of her lower lip, and then she closed her mouth.

The sight of Maddie sucking his fingertip tested him beyond endurance. His desire for her rocketed into orbit. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“Likewise.”

The need for words faded away. Throughout his life, Guy had been a man of action, and right now, action would tell Maddie more than words ever could. One more honeyed taste from her lips, then he’d gorge himself on the rest of her.

Her soft moans and sweet sighs were music to his ears, as he came to know her with his eyes, his hands and his mouth. She purred beneath his touch. He kissed her, and her sigh of longing triggered another crashing wave of lust.

Her hands on his body turned the waves into a maelstrom. A crazy combination of want and need swirled through him. It seemed she knew exactly where to touch him, how to tease him and drive him closer and closer to the edge, until he could bear it no longer. If he didn’t regain control fast, his good intentions would go out of the window, and their first time together would be over far too quickly.

Leaving a trail of light, teasing kisses over her abdomen as he went, Guy scooted down the bed to focus his attention on the treasure between her thighs. Sensing his intent, she tried to clamp her legs together, but offered no resistance when he coaxed them apart and settled in to feast on her glistening flesh.

Her clit was already standing proud, and at the first lick she gasped and convulsed beneath his mouth. With one arm he held her still, so that with his free hand he could add to the sensual torment. Her moans changed, became cries of sheer pleasure when the fingers he’d slid inside her found that special, sensitive spot, and drove her to climax.

That was only the beginning. Guy sucked hard on the fleshy, nerve-filled bud, and inflicted a second, even more powerful orgasm hot on the heels of the first. Maddie cried and whimpered, writhed beneath his arm as he held her pinned to the bed, but she made no attempt to stop what he was doing to her.

His inner sadist prowled back and forth in the recesses of his mind, eager to snatch all the pleasure he could from this encounter. During his training as a Dominant, Guy himself had been subjected to what he’d termed “Death by Pleasure”. Though it was many years ago now, he still remembered all too well the agony of forced orgasm.

She came again beneath his mouth, the honey of her a drug he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to give up. Snaring him in a trap he might never willingly leave, addiction had come hard and fast, and he was as much her captive as he hoped she was his. He teased her some more, with quick flicks of his tongue over her acutely sensitised bud. Her breathing changed, and the tension in her body told him she was on the verge of coming again. This time, though, he stopped short, abandoning his post to crawl back up the bed so he could claim her mouth, and she could taste herself in his kiss.

“I want you, Madeleine.”

He barely got the words out before her leg hitched over his hip.

“Then take me,” she whispered, her voice pure, panting seduction. “We’ve waited long enough.”

Harder than he’d ever been, he eased inside her, and knew he’d come home. Her body accepted him as if they’d been designed for one another. Her hips moved in time with his thrusts. She rose to meet him as he drove deep inside her, hard and fast. She was his now—all he had to do was ensure she’d never want any man but him.