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My laugh was pure delight.“I think there’s one of Kier’s old monitors lying around if you want to get a reading. I don’t want you giving out on me, old man.”
He ignored my jab, dropping his head to run his nose up the column of my throat. My eyes were starting to roll back when I stopped him with a hand to his chest. His hold loosened at once.“I was thinking about something you said last night.”
“Last night?” His jaw twitched.“If I said something… If I went too far…”
“You didn’t.” I curled my arms through his, locking our bodies together.“I want you to push every one of my boundaries, Mal, just to see how far they stretch.” His hands clenched against my hips.“But first—” I eased away, picking up my phone on the kitchen counter, already hooked up to the speaker, and pressed play on the slow song I’d picked out just for this.“You said you wanted to dance with me.”
I took my time returning, letting him decide how it played out from here. He stalked my every step, mesmerised by the sway of my hips as I easily caught the sensual beat. He backed up a fraction.“I’ve never danced before… I don’t know how.”
“Yes you do.” I held out my hands and he clutched them like a lifeline.“There’s no rules to dancing, only what feels right.” He let me drag him to the rug before the fireplace, his expression that of a man fit to walk the plank. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. How had no one begged this wonderful man to dance with them?
He held himself stock still as I started to sway. Hands squeezing tight to mine, I moved them in time with my hips, slow and steady until he started to loosen, watching my body, enraptured by its every dip and roll. The song picked up speed, a male voice crooning through the speakers about his love Dahlia, and Mal began to move with me. It was jolting and awkward as he lurched from foot to foot. Surprising, given the smooth roll of his hips against mine last night. This manknewhow to move. I grinned widely when he counted beneath his breath, so nervous his feet stumbled. His features were taut. Eyebrows two violent slashes across his forehead. To others, he might look angry. Now I recognised it as the expression he wore when he felt something strongly.
The chorus hit again and I spun in the circle of his arms, giving him my back and pressing the round of my behind into his lap. A hand snapped to my hips, clutching fiercely, while the other pressed down on my stomach. His lips went to my neck and I felt them curl into the smallest smile. The song ended and started from the top. We kept dancing, our bodies pressed so tightly there wasn’t a scrap of my skin on which I couldn’t feel him. On the third rotation, I glanced back at him over my shoulder. We both breathed heavily and there was definite wood tucked against my lower back.“Remind me again how you have no dancing ability?”
My question went unanswered as he was too busy spinning me around and backing me up against the dining table. Lifting me onto the surface, he picked up my forgotten glass of wine and brought it to my lips for me to sip before drinking deeply himself. Red still stained his lips when his mouth descended to my chest, sucking my peaked nipple right through the fabric. I gasped, dropping back onto my elbows.“Is this all right?” he rasped. I think I said yes. If not, the way my legs squeezed around his hips was answer enough. His lips moved to my other breast, leaving a stain of red behind.“Do you want to know what I did that night? The day I came to the house and saw you in these little shorts? The day I almost fucked you against the kitchen counter?”
“Yes,” I cried. I knew what I’d done that night.
His teeth tugged through my top.“I stroked myself with one hand while holding that scrap of lace you call a bra in the other.”
“Please, Mal,” I moaned, but he continued his lazy licks, lingering on each nipple just long enough to make me lose my mind and then switching to the other. I didn’t even know what I begged for. Anything.More.“I need you, Mal.”
My plea must have unlocked something in him because within a heartbeat, he’d tossed me over his shoulder, giving me a perfect view of his firm behind as my hair hung long and loose down his back. Striding for the stairs, he held me secure with his hand to my arse, squeezing and caressing as he went.“Faster, Mal.”
“Jesus, woman.” He took the stairs two at a time, jostling my weight in such a commotion the dogs chased after us. He crossed the threshold to my bedroom, kicked the door closed, and dropped me to my feet so my back hit the wall. I didn’t have time to feel dazed because his lips were back on mine, the world smudging at the edges as he held me steady.“This okay?” he pulled away just far enough to ask.
“Yes.” He looked at me like I was fragile, treasured, but he didn’t touch me that way. He kissed me harder, squeezing anywhere his hands could reach. His fingers gathered my shorts, pulling the hems up over the curves of my hips until I feared they might rip. I whimpered, clinging to him, lust a hot chasm in my belly. In the kitchen, I’d asked him to push my boundaries and he listened. When I told him I was okay, he believed me without second-guessing, trusting that I knew my own mind.
His thick length pressed into my stomach.“Do you feel how hard I am, princess? I’ve been this way since you walked back into my life in those tiny shorts you love so much.”
My laugh was breathy.“I’m starting to thinkyoulove my shorts.”
“Of course I do.” The grip of his hands turned possessive.“There should be sonnets written about the way your arse looks in shorts.”
A small cry left me.“I need you, Mal.”
He manoeuvred us to the bed, turning me and pressing until my elbows met the mattress. I went without question and he palmed my behind again, squeezing and lifting my cheeks in his grip.“Hands flat. Keep them there.” I complied, so turned on I could barely breathe. Then he tugged my shorts down, letting them pool around my ankles. Moonlight streamed through the window and I knew he could see everything. Normally, I’d feel vulnerable in such a position, but I arched further and he groaned in appreciation. Running his hand along my spine, his finger grazed down the centre of my arse, then the crease beneath both cheeks and finally, between my legs. He offered one light caress to my clit then retreated, leaving me moaning and chasing the sensation with my hips. He tugged up my top next, bunching the material high enough for my breasts to hang free.“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
His fabric-covered thighs brushed against me and I pushed back, desperate for the slightest sensation.“Thirty-three days.” His hands squeezed my hips.
“What?”
“Thirty-three days you’ve been back on this island. That’s thirty-three days I’ve imagined you bent over a whisky barrel, those tiny shorts around your ankles. Have you enjoyed tormenting me?” When I wasn’t quick enough to answer, he thrust against me.“Tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasped.“Yes, I enjoyed it.”
He made a satisfied grumbling noise and his hand dipped between my legs again, stroking with one finger.“Do you think I should torment you in return?”
My head dropped to the mattress, muffling my moans.“Yes.” I said it over and over again—it was the only word that existed.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” He didn’t wait for further confirmation, keeping me bent over the bed and lowering to his haunches.
The first touch to my ankle surprised me. The part of me that had been with too many selfish lovers expected him to get right to it. But when he said he planned to torment me, he’d meant it. He traced up my leg first with his tongue and roughened fingertips. He strayed no higher than my calf before repeating the process on the other. It was only when he had me crying out and squirming that he moved higher. There wasn’t an inch of my skin his fingers didn’t touch. My fingers, the crease of my elbow, the sensitive patch of skin behind my ear. He licked the base of my spine and caught the soft flesh over my hip between his teeth. He touched me until my legs trembled and my knees weakened. The moment they gave out, he caught my waist and stood, holding me up with one hand while unzipping his fly with the other.“Now, Mal.” I might have been crying.“As hard as you can.”
I felt the head of his cock brush my entrance, just the tip pressing in, teasing me how I’d teased him the night before. He learnt too damn fast.“Does my princess want a mean little fuck?”
