"No," he said in a sharp tone that had her obeying while, the throbbing in her c.l.i.t intensified. "I told you not to move, and when you come, you're going to know it's me who brought you there."

A moan escaped her lips, and she flushed in embarra.s.sment.

"You're so f.u.c.king perfect," he said, his hands moving to her other breast, giving it the same diligent treatment, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her face as her hips bucked forward.

"I think it's time I find out if you taste as good as I imagined." He leaned down and sucked one distended nipple into his mouth.

Stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the ragged sound that escaped from her throat surprised even her. "Ian, please," she begged, gripping his arm in her hand.

"Back in place," he snapped, and her hands immediately hit the wall once more.

She wanted to touch him, hoped he'd allow her later. For now? He'd barely played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and already she knew she'd do anything he demanded if only he'd give her the o.r.g.a.s.m she desperately needed.

"Good girl," he said, turning his attention to her next breast. "Is this what you need?" He bit gently on her nipple, and a full-body tremor shook her so hard she was surprised her knees didn't give way.

"Holy s.h.i.t," she muttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him before he licked around the throbbing peak.

"I have a question," she managed to ask.

He stroked her cheek with one hand, his touch so gentle and caring he took her breath away. "Ask away."

"Do I?"

"Do you what?" Ian asked, surprised by the hesitancy in her tone.

She swallowed, the muscles in her neck moving up and down, making Ian want to growl and mark her there. Something about this woman called to his deepest protective instincts. For all her bravado and independence, there was an innocence inside her that provided a counterbalance to his more jaded personality. From the minute he'd mentioned her giving him control in bed, her blue eyes had dilated and darkened with a need that matched the desire pulsing inside his veins. He'd known she would be the perfect counterpoint to his subtle need for control.

Looking at her now, dark curls wild around her face and shoulders, lips damp from his kisses, eyes wide with wonder, instinct told him he was right.

"You can ask me anything," he a.s.sured her.

"Do I taste as good as you thought?"

That one question nearly brought him to his knees. He swept her into his arms and headed for the bedroom, depositing her squarely in the middle of his king-sized, four-poster bed.

He came down over her, his arms bracketing her surprised face, and pressed a hard, hot kiss over her lips. "You." He kissed her again, more thoroughly this time. "Taste." He delved deeper, sweeping his tongue throughout her luscious, hot mouth. "So f.u.c.king good."

She moaned and wrapped herself around his neck, holding him close. And though normally he'd push back and take charge, her arms around him felt too good to worry about maintaining control and distance. He kissed her back, all the while maneuvering his fingers beneath her skirt and panties, pushing the garments down her hips and thighs, until she edged away so she could get rid of the d.a.m.ned annoying barrier herself.

Then he was facing heaven. Her almost-bare p.u.s.s.y, damp with her arousal, beckoned. He leaned in closer, breathing in her heated, feminine scent.

His c.o.c.k hardened, and desire raced through him. He'd never been so impacted by a woman before.

"I need-" He bit back whatever he'd been about to say, unwilling to lay his feelings out for anyone.

Her lips turned upward, her expression one of pure acceptance.

She arched her lower body, her meaning clear. "Then take."

She humbled him, and he allowed himself the luxury of stroking the delicate folds with his fingertips before lowering his head for his first taste. One long, leisurely lap of his tongue around her swollen flesh. And with one stroke, he couldn't stop himself from taking more. With deliberate precision, he licked and soothed her all over. From her bare outer lips to her inner ones coated with desire, he made it his mission to tease and arouse.

She moaned and shifted beneath him until he held her down with his hands and continued to take her higher. He thrust one finger into her wet sheath and curled it forward.

"Ian!" She groaned his name at the same time he pressed hard against just the right spot to send her into ecstasy.

Her body trembled, and he continued the a.s.sault, pressing his tongue down hard on her c.l.i.t. She cried out, her o.r.g.a.s.m sweeping through her. She arched into it, rolling her hips against his mouth as she came.

His c.o.c.k throbbed against his suit, the constriction of his clothing driving him insane. Especially since she didn't hold back the sounds of her pleasure as he brought her over the edge-and kept her there as long as possible, continuing to lick and caress her as she settled back down.

He released his grip and raised his head. A look down told him his thumbs had left dark imprints on her pale thighs, and d.a.m.ned if a part of him didn't take pride in the knowledge that he'd marked her.

He rose and stood at the side of the bed, making quick work of his tie, tossing it onto the mattress along with a condom he took from the nightstand drawer. His jacket and shirt hit the floor next, followed by his pants and boxer briefs. He gripped his erection, pumping his c.o.c.k, wondering how the h.e.l.l he'd ever take her slowly. He breathed in slowly, controlling a need for this woman that ran so deep he feared it might never go away.

No way in h.e.l.l could he let her know it though. He might want to slide into her, watch her eyes glaze over with desire, and make long, slow love to her while she screamed his name, her fingertips scratching his back, her arms holding him tight. But he wouldn't do it. Couldn't. Not when he knew the cost of that kind of trust.

He eyed the tie on the bed, knowing what he intended to do and determined that she'd enjoy every minute. And so would he.

From her position on the bed, Riley took in Ian's oh-so-fine masculine form and let out a breathy sigh, not caring if her approval went to his head. He'd just given her the best o.r.g.a.s.m of her life and her first with a guy who took his time to make sure she got what she needed before worrying about himself. That alone would make him a keeper, at least in her eyes, but she knew better than to put any stock in those kinds of hopes and dreams.

Great s.e.x with Ian? That she wanted more of.

He stood at the side of the bed watching, eyes dilated with need. For her. He gripped his solid erection and slid his hand up and down, pumping himself from base to head, as if getting ready.

She swallowed hard, suddenly nervous but determined to hold her own with this man. "Are you going to stand there or are you coming back to me?" she asked.

A s.e.xy grin tipped his talented mouth. "Oh, I'm coming back to you all right." He pounced, his lean, hard body like a predator as he lay over her.

His chest hair brushed her sensitive nipples, his rock-hard abs pressed enticingly against her softer belly, and that ma.s.sive erection teased her s.e.x. A band of desire wound through her all over again despite having just come hard.

She knew better than to expect another o.r.g.a.s.m and was beyond thrilled with the one she'd just had. Even so, at the idea of having him inside her, filling her, thrusting deep, she raised her hips in silent invitation.

He braced his hands on either side of her head and stared, a heated look in his gray eyes.

"You asked me if you tasted good, remember?" he said, breaking the s.e.xually charged, silent spell that had woven between them.

She managed a nod.

"I want you to see for yourself."

Her eyes opened wide at the same time he kissed her, gliding his tongue into her mouth and twining with hers. He took his time, turning the kiss into a sensual experience, mimicking the thrust and retreat she was dying to experience with him thick and hard inside her body. He tasted like Ian, dark and delicious, with a hint of herself mixed in. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced, and she tangled her tongue with his, inhaling the unique flavor.

Desire pulsed everywhere, and she wrapped her legs around his, needing to feel him. Suddenly he sat up, his groin flush with hers, and she moaned. He grasped one of her hands then the other. Before she knew what he planned, he'd shackled her wrists to the headboard with his tie.

"Ian?"

He stared down at her as if she were a meal he intended to devour.

She tugged but he'd managed to truss her up tightly. "Ian?" she asked again. Her voice quivered along with every nerve in her body.

n.o.body had ever tied her up before. n.o.body had suggested it.

"Relax." He spoke in an easy voice. "Give over," he said, reminding her of his earlier words.

She tried to swallow, but her mouth had grown dry. She ought to be afraid, but instead, the arousal she'd experienced when he'd instructed her to keep her hands flat against the wall returned full force. Dampness and a distinct pulsing began between her thighs.

She liked being bound? She wrinkled her nose, trying to understand her body's reaction.

"It's called submission," he said as if reading her mind. "You like being under my control."

"I do not."

His eyes narrowed. "Your body doesn't lie, sweetness." He slid his finger between moist folds, and her inner walls clenched, trying to capture his finger, bring him higher, harder, deeper.

He grinned.

She moaned at the emptiness she needed him to fill.

"Now that we understand each other..." He began to glide his body over hers, his thick length deliberately teasing her sensitive c.l.i.t.

She shuddered and instinctively tried to reach out and hold him, to touch his ma.s.sive shoulders and clutch at him while she rose to meet him. She hit immediate resistance, the knots he'd tied preventing her from moving, which, again, she found oddly arousing.

No, she thought, but bit back the words. He wanted this. She would try. Because she wanted to understand his need to control.

But she couldn't concentrate. Couldn't think about anything except the slick movement of his shaft against her c.l.i.t, up and down, back and forth, harder and harder, until her hips began to rotate in time to the glide of his c.o.c.k over her s.e.x. His rhythm combined with the intense pressure, and a familiar need began to build deep inside.

She whimpered, needing more than the circular thrust of his hips and the hard press of his erection against her.

She needed him inside her now. "Ian, please." Her hips soared upward, but she was still empty.

"That's it, sweetness, give over," he said in a deep, compelling voice that oozed s.e.x. "Feel my hard c.o.c.k against your sweet p.u.s.s.y. Let yourself come for me."

The telltale tremors were just out of reach but so close, and she trembled, her pelvis thrusting upward, seeking relief. He rocked his hips against hers, once, twice, the movement utter perfection, and the crescendo hit, the tremors wracking her body. She screamed-the o.r.g.a.s.m was just so intense and almost perfect but not quite, because he wasn't inside her. She needed him there- Just like that, he was gone.

"No!" She squirmed helplessly on the bed, fighting the bindings, angry at him for playing with her, when she heard the crinkling of a wrapper and closed her eyes in blessed relief.

"Easy." He stroked her cheek, and she turned into his touch, needing relief in whatever form he offered it.

She forced her eyes open, and he loomed over her. "Good girl," he said, his gaze dark and approving. "Eyes on me. I want you to know who is giving you pleasure."

"I'm pretty sure I know," she a.s.sured him, barely recognizing her raspy voice.

He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She arched into him once more.

"Next time you come, you do it with me inside you," he told her, his gaze never leaving hers as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust home.

He filled her completely, and flashes of light danced in front of her eyes followed by the p.r.i.c.kle of unexpected tears. s.e.x had never undone her like this before, and it scared her. Her feelings scared her. He'd made her come so many times she'd lost the barriers and walls she normally kept in place. That and he was big, and it had been so long since she'd been with a man, the unexpected sting took her by surprise. And that was the only part of the story she planned to tell herself-and him.

Ian caught the sheen in her eyes and stilled. "s.h.i.t."

He started to pull out, and she clamped her body around his.

"Don't," she said, her eyes wide.

"I hurt you." The last thing he'd wanted to do.

She shook her head. "It's been awhile. I just need to breathe. And adjust. You're big," she said, turning away.

Ridiculous pride washed through him at her admission. He touched her cheek, turning her head back to him. "You should have told me."

"Ruin the mood and send you running before we got to the good stuff?" she asked lightly.

"The other stuff wasn't good?" he asked, holding himself stiff, waiting and watching her intently.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, a novel experience. A woman laughing while he was hard and thick inside her. Him wanting to smile too.

"No, Ian, it wasn't good. It was spectacular," she said on a little moan accompanied by a twist of her pelvis that pulled him deeper.

Still hot and moist, she was beyond ready for him, and he relaxed his arms and lowered his head, wrapping his mouth around one of her luscious nipples and teasing her until she began to writhe and moan beneath him.

"Oh my G.o.d, I think I'm going to-" She cried out and rolled against him, her o.r.g.a.s.m crashing over her from the suction of him suckling on her breast.

She was even more slippery now and completely ready, and he began a steady pumping of his hips, taking her hard and fast. She writhed against him, her climax seeming to never end, or maybe she'd just peaked again.

He only knew he'd never had this depth of want or need. He had to have her, take her, own all of her, and he did, with a hard thrust of his c.o.c.k in her warm flesh, pushing deeper each time he pulled out then slid back inside.

"Ian!"

The sound of his name inflamed his desire.

Need, want, and something very much like emotion overloaded inside him. He took her with deliberate near-punishing thrusts that she accepted and matched by arching her hips in time to his. It didn't take long; he'd been close since watching her come so many times. His b.a.l.l.s drew up tight, and the sudden explosion detonated inside him as he came harder than ever before. He continued to jerk against her until he had no energy left. No thoughts, nothing.

He collapsed on top of her, his body soaking in sweat, hers damp beneath him. Their ragged breathing was the only sound echoing in his ears when reality came back to him. He'd taken her like a man possessed, never stopping to ask if she was okay.

Cursing himself, he reached up and loosened the bindings, slowly lowering her arms and ma.s.saging her gently. "Okay?" he managed to ask.

"Mmm," was her only reply.

He made sure she could easily lower her arms and was comfortable before wrapping himself around her and coc.o.o.ning her in warmth. Not something he usually did, but then again, his typical woman knew he wasn't spending the night in her apartment, and he'd never brought a woman here before.

Time pa.s.sed, and she breathed easier in his embrace, where, he realized, he liked holding her. His heart beat harder inside his chest. It wasn't good for him to want so much from someone not in his immediate family. He knew this. The outside world tended to disappoint. h.e.l.l, his own blood had let him down.

But he couldn't help needing her beside him, at least for now, and that meant making sure that she didn't wake up, remember that he'd tied her up and taken her hard, and get angry and upset. Better to know how she was feeling about things now.

"Riley?"

"Tired," she murmured and snuggled closer, not farther away.