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It felt like her body was on fire. Sure, it had been great getting a kiss from him last night, but that had been quick and fleeting... not like this where she could feel his need pressing into her, his mouth demanding reciprocation. This was the kind of kissing which only came with real desire, that said she was far more than a body to scene with. Angel could kiss like this for hours.
Well, if she hadn’t been so ridiculously primed and horny, then she could kiss like this for hours and be satisfied.
As it was, she felt like she might burst out of her skin, she was so needy, itching, burning up like a moth inside a bonfire...
When Adam pulled his mouth away she suddenly realized she was grinding against his thigh. She’d been completely unaware of it because she’d been so into the kissing. Immediately she went still, immediate embarrassment making itself known as her cheeks burst into flame—and not the good kind.
She tried to duck her head down away from his gaze, but he chuckled and then pulled her sweater up.
Oh... so that’s why they’d stopped kissing.
But he only pulled the sweater over her head, not over her arms, leaving her pinned to the couch by her own clothing. The expression on his face as he looked down at her was pure masculine smugness, and even though she loved how he was looking at her, she still couldn’t control the impulse to hide.
But he wouldn’t let her.
As if the flames in her panties needed any more fanning.
How pathetic was it to be turned on by impromptu sweater bondage? It didn’t even sound sexy. But being held immobile by the hot, dominating man who had one hand on her sweater above her head, pinning her arms in place, and was running the other hand down her bra strap? Yeah... that had her panting.
“So... how far do you want us to play tonight?” Adam asked—as if she was supposed to be capable of coherent thought and speech when his fingers were playing along the edge of her bra. Her nipples were so hard she was surprised they weren’t drilling right through the undergarment. “Angel? How far do you want to go?”
Her face felt so red, she had to be blushing all the way to her roots. “You’re the Dom, aren’t you supposed to decide that?”
“That far, huh?”
Damn him for being able to read her so well. If she could have punched him for chuckling, she would have... but he’d already leaned down for another kiss, she could have bit him, but why bother?
Then his mouth pulled away again and she let out a little sound of protest.
“That’s not how this works, Angel, I’m not going to take over and do whatever I want without some kind of acquiesce from you.”
“Why not?”
Adam brushed his lips over hers again, but this time it truly was a brush, leaving her straining upwards for more. Tease. Jerkface.
“If that’s how you want to play it... tell me we can go as far as I want to.”
“We can go as far as you want to,” she repeated obediently, a shiver of excitement zipping through her as she spoke the words.
He leaned closer, his thigh pressing hard between hers and her hips jerked upwards, grinding her clit against his long muscle. When he spoke, it was in a low voice, directly in her ear and her insides clenched. “Tell me I can do whatever I want to your body.”
“You can do whatever you want to my body.” Her voice was breathy, wispy. Then some semblance of self-preservation reared up again. “Within my hard limits.”
This time his chuckle didn’t bother her in the least.
Adam
He loved this snippy little side of her. She’d gone boneless beneath him, only to remember herself and set down the ground rules again. It was those quick changes which kept him on his toes, kept him guessing—made him wonder what it would take for her to lose control completely when she was here, alone in his house with him rather than in the safety of the club. That kind of letting go would mean a great deal of trust on her part.
He sort of rolled off the couch while standing up at the same time, taking her with him so he could flip her up over his shoulder.
Kind of a caveman move, but he liked it. And there was no way their first time together was going to be on his couch when his bed was a couple floors away. Besides, he’d been fantasizing about having Angel in his bed, not on his couch. Although the reality of her on his couch was quite nice too.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Adam smacked her ass as he turned towards the stairs. Dammit. The bling had dug into his hand, although it didn’t hurt very much it was still annoying. When he got those pants off of her he was going to spank her for wearing them. “Whatever I want, remember?”
“Yeah, I thought you were going to do it down here...” The sexual frustration in her voice was obvious, and if he hadn’t already been as hard as a rock that would have done it to him. Well, that and having her delectable ass right next to his face, his hand was wrapped around her thigh with his fingers between her legs.
