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“I know. You were so careful with me. So patient.”
“Patient?” He scoffs. “I was desperate for you. I still am.”
“That’s handy since I’m feeling pretty desperate myself.”
“Come here.” He draws me onto his lap and slides his fingers into my hair, holding my head to kiss me deeply.
I suck on his tongue, tasting espresso and chocolate. He groans low. A need that matches my own. Craving more, my breasts swell and peak, my core pulses along with the rapid pounding of my heart. I feel the prod of his erection against my hip. I shift—the stretchy material allowing me to easily straddle his thighs—and rock over his thick bulge.
He makes a dark, primitive sound that drives me crazy. His phenomenal scent, lusher now with arousal is drugging. The heat of his powerful body wraps around me like a blanket of lust. I want to feel that heat against my skin. The burn under my fingers. His strength and fire pitted against my own. I frantically yank at his shirt, tugging it out of the waistband of his pants. My hands shoot under, kneading rock-hard pecs, nails scraping warm skin.
“Slow down, baby.” He traps my wrists.
“Let go.” I nip his chin, not trying to be gentle.
“You’re testing my will,” he says through gritted teeth. “I love having your hands on me. But I have something else planned.”
My breath quickens as my head swirls with possibilities.
Mick removes my hands and places them around his neck before pressing a button on the armrest. “Drive around until you hear otherwise.”
I should be embarrassed that Bernard will assume we’re getting busy in the back of his limo, but at the moment I’m too high on pheromones and Mick to care.
Still straddling him, my fingers play with the tapered hair just above the nape of his collar and I resume our kiss. Licking into my mouth, he runs his hands over my back, searching. I laugh, a breathless puffof air, and whisper against his lips. “There’s no zipper. You have to…um…peel it off.”
“Daaammmnnn!” He tugs the material down both arms and lowers it to my waist. His eyes of smoked coffee streak over the flesh pushed above the bra cups of the slip.
My body quivers when he lays me back onto the seat and slithers the dress over my hips and drags it down my legs and off. The slip disappears next and I’m left in thigh-high stockings, heels, and no panties.
For one dreaded second, I hope to heaven that I don’t look like some plus-size, centerfold-wannabe. But those tapes that prey on my self-doubts don’t have their usual galvanizing effect. Part of that is I don’t let them and the other part is Mick and the way his avid eyes are devouring me.
“You are full of surprises yourself, Ms. Chase.”
“Panties seemed impractical.”
“Prudent and sexy.” He traces the band of one stocking, leaving goose bumps behind. “Are there any limits, Dee?”
“Not with you.”
“I treasure that.” His eyes are that familiar blend of hot and tender. “I’d never hurt you. Pain’s not a turn on to me. I only want your pleasure.”
“You have it.”
He nuzzles my nose then moves to sit. Eager and curious, I watch him slide off his jacket and retrieve a long, crimson scarf from the inside pocket. “It reminded me of your red dress,” he says with a wolfish grin as he tightens the length of the material between his two fists. The act so carnal it has me squirming.
“Don’t be afraid.” He levers over me, all broad shoulders, narrow hips, and solid, hard thighs.
“I’m too turned on to be afraid.”
“That’s the idea.” Mick loops the silk through a handle on the door and raises my arms above my head, massaging my wrists before he tethers them together with the soft fabric.
I’ve never been restrained before. Wouldn’t have thought that something that renders me utterly helpless could feel so tantalizing. I’m not the submissive type, at least not my notion of what submissive means. I value an equal exchange of power in relationships. Yet when it comes to sex with Mick, I’m thoroughly aroused by a shift in the balance. Because I know that his brand of dominance is tempered by love, affection, and respect.
“Spread your legs.”
Responding to the erotic demand, I do as he says, letting them fall open to expose my fleshy inner thighs and the evidence of my desire between them.
Mick draws a shuddering breath. “You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
