Page 28 of Wrecked With You

He tugs me into the multi-jet, walk-in shower, then grabs my ass and pulls me close for another deep kiss. He’s rock hard, and his cock presses against my belly as he leans in to whisper, “If they are taping us, I’m buying a copy.”

I laugh, then squeal as he spins me around. I thrust my hands out against the slick tile to steady myself as his hands close over my breasts and his lips tease my neck, his beard stubble rough against my skin. His cock is hard against my rear, and I whimper as he slides one hand down to tease my clit.

“Please,” I beg, not even certain what exactly I want. “Touch me. Fuck me.”

“Soon,” he says, spinning me around again and urging my back against the tile as he slowly licks and kisses his way down my body as the spray of the shower warms us.

I gasp as he sucks on my nipple, his fingers stroking my clit in time with his suckling. “Tony. You win. I’m begging. Just please, please, fuck me now.”

He pauses long enough to tilt his head up, his eyes so full of heat I melt even more. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he says.” You haven’t even come close to begging.”

Chapter Nine

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Emma asked, and Tony wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or kiss her.

He settled for kissing her. A fast, flirty kiss that soon turned heated and wild. The kind of kiss that shot through him, making his cock hard and his skin burn.

Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun during sex.

He slid his hands down her soap-slicked body, cupping her breasts, and then sliding back up to meet her eager mouth. He’d wanted her on this mission because of the skills she’d developed during her years working undercover in the intelligence community. But now, he was seeing a whole new skillset. One that he had never anticipated she’d excel in to such an incredible degree.

The truth was that it had been a long time since he’d felt this comfortable with a woman. She wanted him to make her beg? Well, he was definitely up to the challenge.

He took the handheld showerhead from its hook, then gently rinsed them both off. Then he took her hand and urged her out of the shower, pressing a finger to her lips when she started to ask a question.

The resort’s towels were kept on a warming rack, and he wrapped her in one before drying off himself. Then he led her out of the room and to the bed. He’d noticed the straps as they’d walked in. Not your traditional hotel bed embellishment, but this wasn’t a traditional place.

“On your stomach,” he said. “Arms spread.”

She raised a brow, but complied. He waited a moment, enjoying the view. The arch of her spine, the tight curve of her ass. The two dimples at the top of both cheeks. Her legs were long, with well-defined muscles, and he imagined sinking deep inside her, those strong legs wrapped around him as he exploded inside her.

Soon…

Right now, he had something else in mind.

He moved to the headboard, then pulled out the first tie-down. It had a padded cuff, and he attached it to her wrist, tightening it enough so that she couldn’t tug her hand free. He repeated the process with her left wrist as she turned her head and watched him through eyes cloudy with lust.

He met those eyes silently, then sat on the edge of the bed and picked through the resort’s goody bag until he found a blindfold. He saw the quick flicker of surprise, but she didn’t protest when he covered those beautiful eyes. But when he moved lower to spread her legs and bind her ankles, she finally spoke, her voice a whisper. “What are you planning?”

“I thought you were mine to do with what I choose. Isn’t that why I’m paying you good money to have you here with me?”

He couldn’t see it, but he could imagine her smirk.

“Are you setting limits?” he pressed, as she stayed quiet.

“No.” He thought he heard hesitation in her voice. “I just want to be prepared.”

He fastened the second cuff around her ankle and moved back up the bed. His weight shifted the mattress, and she turned her head to face him even though he knew she couldn’t see him.

He reached out and stroked her damp hair. “I’m not into BDSM if that’s what you’re asking. No need to prepare for a whip or a flail or even a hard spanking.” He bent forward and teased the curve of her ear with his tongue. “I hope that’s not disappointing. And I promise that no matter what you were hoping for, you’ll enjoy what I have planned. And, yes, you’ll beg.”

He stood, then eased up the side of the bed until he was even with her head. He sat again beside her pillow, then reached out to stroke her cheek. She made a soft noise, and he felt the power of it rush through him. That knowledge that he was giving her pleasure from something so seemingly small as the brush of skin against skin.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How your skin glows in the light. Do you?”

He expected her to make some sort of shy noise, pushing off the compliment as so many women did. Instead, she whispered, “You make me feel beautiful,” and the power that she gave him with those words cut straight through him, heating his blood even more than the deepest kiss would have managed.

He said nothing, but he was certain she could feel his pleasure radiating through his touch. The soft caress of his finger over the curve of her ear. The heat of his palm as he cupped her cheek. The gentle pressure of his fingertip on her mouth, silently urging her to part her lips and draw him in. He slipped one finger past her beautiful lips, then just about lost his shit when she drew him in, sucking with so much pressure that it was as if she’d created a direct conduit from his index finger all the way to his cock.