Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) (9 page)

She could barely breathe. “Do it.”

He rubbed his open palms down her hips then up to finally
unsnap her bra in the back. He took the frilly fabric away from her body as
reverently as if he were doing an unveiling.

She smiled, desperately trying to commit to memory the
fascinated look in his eyes.

“Willow, you have the most incredible breasts.”

“Touch me.” She knew her words were a prayer, her lids
fluttering closed. “Show me.”

His huge hands were warm, so tender as they covered the
curve of her breasts. “So big, honey. I can’t get over how firm and pointed
they are.”

He thumbed her nipples. “These are like ripe June
strawberries.”

She snorted. “Taste them and see.”

He bent, lifting her up so that he could suck her nipple
into the cavern of his mouth and lave it with the rough velvet of his tongue.
Did he know how he drove her to a torrid oblivion? “I need the other.”

She twisted, ravenous for more of his mouth on her. This
time he nipped at her flesh then pulled and twisted her nipple until she jammed
her fingers in his hair and said, “Let’s lie down.”

Grunting his objection, he slid to his knees. Kissing his
way down her body, he sent her mind swirling, her body swaying. Still he held
her so tightly she knew she couldn’t fall. She was simply falling for him. All
the way.

His little kisses either blessed or sipped or tugged at her
skin. And between each one he murmured little love words. Words she’d rarely
heard from other men she’d taken to her bed. Words like
need
and
have
to have
. Words like
gorgeous
and
oh so good
.

She sank her fingers in his lush curls and let him have
everything he wanted from her. Unchained from her modest sexuality she marveled
that she could be so free with this handsome, aggressive sheriff who was, quite
frankly, a stranger. Yet with him she didn’t possess a shy bone in her body.
Turning this way and that, she let him suck and kiss and rub and pinch her. She
had never wanted to give like this, so much, so fast, so totally, to anyone
else. Why this man? Why? But she couldn’t stop to answer, didn’t dare for fear
she’d miss any part of him he wanted to bestow on her.

He dipped his tongue inside her bellybutton. Slipping his
fingertips inside the band of her thong, he pushed it down her legs. “Don’t
need this. Besides, it’s all wet and I’m gonna lick up all your cream.”

His words had her gasping and reeling. But he cupped her ass
cheeks, drawing her closer as he sent his tongue down her groin to her mound.
There he pressed his lips to the hollow of her thigh and growled his delight.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”

Baby.
When had any man called her that and she
believed he thought of her that way? Never. Widening her thighs, she trembled
with joy as he sank lower and nestled his mouth against her bush. With the tip
of his tongue he dipped into her slit and she mewled.

He drew her nearer, one of his hands dipping into her crease
from behind, flicking his fingers to open her wider to him. “Need you. The
smell of you on me. On my tongue. In my mouth. Lie back on the bed. Let me in.”
He groaned as he led her to sit on the edge and pushed her to her back so that
her thighs spread out. “I have got to suck every inch of your pretty pussy.”

Delirious, she cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples,
pulling and plucking at them. “Yesss.”

He lifted his head a second, watched her and smiled. A hand
to one of her own, he squeezed her. “Yeah, that’s what this is about. Make
yourself happy and you make me happy.”

What man had ever said that to her? None. The freedom of it
had her soaring. Furiously she jerked her legs as wide open as she could.
“Wade, eat me. Have me before I go nuts.”

He bit her inner thigh as if in thanks. “You’re not going
anywhere, baby, without me. Christ, look at your folds.” He stroked the edges
of her pussy. “Red for me. Juicy too.” He scooped up some of her cream with a
fingertip. “Wanting me bad, huh?”

So lost in his charm, she couldn’t find her voice to answer.

He rose up to cup her cheek. “Look at me, Willow.”

Dreamy and ravenous, she stared at him. His honey-blond hair
was a mess. His eyes were deep green pools of madness. His mouth was
glistening, coated in her succulent desire for him. “You are so damn good for
me.”

“And you for me.” He inserted one long finger in her cunt
and she undulated. “You and I are gonna fit together so well.”

She grabbed a lock of his hair. “Prove it to me.”

He withdrew his finger then inserted two in a long, slow
glide. “There’s more where that came from.”

She cursed beneath her breath. “Give it to me.”

“Don’t want to hurt you. I’m very big, honey.” He gave her
three fingers, stretching her and making her gulp.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

His eyes drifted closed. “Damn, you are so wet for me.”

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“This.” He nuzzled her pussy, finding her clit and sucking
on it until she thought he had absorbed it into his body. Made it grow twice
its size. She gasped as he scored it with one of his nails then rolled it
between his fingers.

“You—are—a fiend!” she gasped, her fingertips digging into
the cotton of his shirt. “Last night you promised me great things. Godssakes,
Wade. Do it now and leave this for later.”

“Never had a man tease you to orgasm, I guess you’re telling
me.”

“No. Never!”

“I love playing with you, darlin’.” He pumped her cunt so deliberately
with his fingers that she keened. “Want to come for me now?”

“Yes. Horrible man. With you inside me.”

“Or shall I get the pie?”

She grabbed his arm, her eyes clashing with his in molten
need. “Wade Saxon, you leave me before you put your cock inside me and fuck me
sweetly—and you will eat your pie alone.”

He crawled up over her like the big feral cat he was and
chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you but never sweetly.”

She bared her teeth at him. “Do. It. Now.”

All man, he grinned at her, his hands busy at his shirt and
then his zipper until he stood in front of her stark naked. And oh god, was his
body worth all the wanting, all the waiting.

She bit her lower lip and simply admired every sculpted inch
of him bared before her. His shoulders, she’d known, were impossibly wide. Now
she could see they were well-honed. His triceps bulged, huge, yet in symmetry
to the perfection of his biceps. His hands, meaty and strong, hooked on his
waist while she sat up on her elbows to savor him. His pecs were heavy, supported
by a six-pack of perfect rib cage. His hips, with that scrumptious little
hollow that led to his groin, were lean. His thighs were corded tree trunks,
for godsake. No wonder he could lift her up with the ease of the Jolly Green
Giant. But the delight of her day would soon be to experience firsthand the
benefits of his cock.

That was the longest, most magnificent tool she had ever
seen. Erect, red and richly veined, his shaft stood up ready to give her
precisely what she wanted. He was thick. So massive she knew he’d been wise to
plumb her with his fingers before he tried to dip inside her. He’d be
incomparable. And for a few good moments, all hers.

She grinned, she knew, from ear to ear. Reaching out a hand,
she touched his tip, his slit dripping with desire for her.

He flowed closer. “Take me in your hand.”

She did, admiring his girth. “I may not live after this.”

“Oh, you will.”

She scoffed, her insides gushing with such need she was sure
she dampened the sheets. “All bets are off, honey. Your equipment is jumbo
sized. I’m a big girl, but wow…” She caressed his cock, fascinated by how it
grew within her grasp. “What a way to go.”

He covered her pussy with one of his hands then sank a
finger inside her to pump her. “Only fair to return the favor of the hand job.”

Drifting in the carnal pleasure of his fingers and his cock,
she smiled. “I may never need the pie.”

“Later you get pie.” He snorted then put one leg and the
other on the bed, swung her around so that she was beneath him lengthwise, flat
on her back. Snatching a condom from the nightstand, he ripped it out and
rolled it on, one-handed. “Right now, we both get this.”

Hauling her thighs up over his forearms, he sank nearer and
with the precision of a huge man who knew how to use his form to best
advantage, he zeroed in on her with his very hot shaft and impaled her on it.

Oh. God. She could not move for the thrill of him inside
her.

He hung over her, his head drooping, his eyes shut.

She tried to speak, her mouth gaping open in delicious
shock. His size, his heat, his length stunned her. Took her breath. Her mind.
And the only thing that mattered was her swollen, dripping-wet pussy jam-packed
with the most enormous penis she had ever known.

He cupped her nape, rubbed his lips over hers. “Feel good?”

“Beyond…” She couldn’t find any other words to describe how
he filled her body and her mind. Instead of talk, she kissed him and pressed
her mound against him.

“We fit,” he said, swallowing hard, sounding surprised, “so
well.” Zeroing in on her gaze, he moved again. The longing, the joy she saw
there was so brilliant she went blind with the rapture.

And when he increased his tempo she moaned and rose to the
passion he created inside her. Reaching for her clit, he tantalized her and she
screamed, falling from a high wire of fulfillment and pounding for endless
moments to a contentment that drained her.

He groaned, rolled her to her stomach, caught her up in his
arms and slid his turgid cock along her seam. Spreading kisses on her back, he
inserted his shaft in her cunt from behind and fucked her with a fury. Fused to
him she bit her lip as he found her clit and drove her up to another jolting
orgasm. She came with a groan, her release running through her like liquid
flames.

At once she was on her back again. This time he clasped her
legs and wrapped them around his hips. He humped her, his teeth bared, his hair
dipping low over his brow, his rhythm fierce and enthralling.

He came with a shout, his hips pistoning, her core milking
him, holding him, never letting him go.

Was she asleep or passed out? What an ass, to fuck her as
though the world was on fire. She’d been down for the count today and he hadn’t
even fed her before he hustled her off to his bed and rammed his randy prick
inside her.

He leaned over her, the smell of her fragrant body mixed
with the potent musk of their sex filing his nostrils. She’d been fantastic,
fun. She was spontaneous, free with him.
Hope that’s just for me. With me.

He frowned, reaching out to push back a lock of her long
black hair from her brow. The elegant cheekbones, the endless depths of her
umber eyes, the bronze cast to her skin were all Comanche female. Who knew he
could want this woman, this stranger, as ferociously as if she had always
belonged to him? He felt like a buck with her. An animal, ready to rut, needy
to take and claim and savor.

What was wrong with him? He liked his women with humor and
intelligence. Eager for him. Coming to him at the drop of a hat. Ready to go to
the Bravado Club at a moment’s notice and be his sub for the night in whatever
kink he had in mind. He was certain Willow Turner had never even heard of
Dominants or submissives. Wouldn’t know a shibari master like his cousin Case
from a bondage exhibitionist like himself.

So what attracts me to her? What’s right with her that I
love? Like. Need. That very lack of experience? Or that sweet edge to her? Her
assertive streak that challenges me but never tries to conquer me?

“Don’t overthink this,” she whispered, her luminous brown
eyes admiring him. With one hand she smoothed his hair from his brow and cupped
his nape to draw him down and kiss him. “Take it for the explosion it was.”

“I don’t do explosions like this with just anyone.”

She cleared her throat. “Good to know.”

“My sex is periodic. And planned.”

She grimaced. “That I don’t think I want to know.”

He curled her close and she felt like liquid fire against
him. His cock was twitching, ready to go again. “I want you to. This was
terrific and I don’t want you to hear stories in town that ever take that away
or change what this is.”

“Okay,” she said, tentatively. Her smile was small and
plastic as she tried to rise. “I’ll chalk this up to a jolly good time.”

“Not what I meant to imply.” He stopped her with a hand to
her wrist. “Let me explain.”

She frowned and looked away. “Since I’m a captive audience,
do it.”

“I’ve been divorced for nearly twenty years. Never
remarried. Never thought about it. Never found anyone I wanted for any length
of time. I’ve had regular partners but no one I…valued.”

She wrinkled her brow. Her gaze darted over his features.

Doing a rotten job of explaining, Saxon.
“In all
those years I haven’t been a monk.”

“That’s not a revelation.” Cool, almost indifferent, she
cast a long, appraising glance over his face. “Besides, I doubt many women
would let you remain celibate.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome. It’s true, though, isn’t it?”

“Very. But for the purpose of being up close and real with
you, it’s irrelevant.”

She stared at him, her brow wrinkled. “How’s that?”

“Women like me, yes, but—”

“Oh, gee. How did I guess?”

“I like you more than anyone in a long time.”

She sniffed. “Nice. Well, don’t worry. I’m here only for two
weeks. One roll in the sack with you will not turn me into a lust-starved
female who clubs you and drags you home with her.”

“I’ve been the Neanderthal here. Willow, I’m being honest
with you. I have a lot of sex.”