Page 25 of Brazilian Surrender
Chapter Eight
Camila touched her stomach, in hopes of settling the turmoil storming inside.
He twisted the key and opened the door, gesturing for her to enter the room. Ah, how she loved his old-fashioned, gentlemanly ways. She loved something else…the way his lips had crushed hers, his hands held hers, and his tongue worked her sex. With urgency and need—two qualities he’d never showed until then.
“Go to the bed,” he said.
They’d both washed the sand off their feet in the yard before returning to the house. She took off her shoes, and every step she took toward the bed accelerated her heartbeat. There’s no going back now. A shiver rolled down her spine. What could she make of their sexual dynamic? She’d insisted on having him, yet he was in control.
He wants me.The thought should have sent some basic empowerment through her, but now, with the reality of being alone with him in the suite, she felt lightheaded.
He smiled. “Take off your clothes.”
What clothes? She put both hands behind her and fumbled to find the zipper then pushed it down. Within seconds, the dress slid down, revealing her naked body. Going commando wasn’t her style, but she hadn’t wanted to put on the panties again, and opted for sliding them into her clutch.
“What a naughty girl, Camila. You never put your underwear back on,” he said in a throaty voice, and her nipples perked up in response.
“That’s the effect you have on me,” she said. Her whole life she couldn’t half-ass things, and why should she start now? If sex was the only way she could have him, the only way this complex, mysterious man could have her, she would give him all of herself. Whatever he wanted.
“Don’t get me started about the effect you have on me,” he countered, removing his jacket and tossing it on the tufted chair. If the bulge in his slacks was a hint, she affected him badly. She bit back a smile, desire streaming through her like water on a river.
He pulled his shirt over his head then flung it across the room. Next, he pulled down his pants and black boxer briefs. She felt her eyebrows reach her hairline. His cock sprung free majestically, the girth and size evidence of her luck. “Get on the bed.”
She climbed on the bed, every ounce of her vibrating in anticipation. He watched her for an instant, staring at her like she was a Greek goddess. Her breath caught in her throat, and little threads of excitement moved through her. How was it possible for her to reach such a degree of arousal without him even touching her yet?
Because he was Jaeger Bauer, the only man who’d ever evoked such responses from her. She didn’t have any better explanation, nor did she want to.
“Close your eyes,” he said, this time in a softer tone, like he was about to put her to sleep.
She lay on her back, and the cool linens caressed her skin, her senses enhanced by her lack of vision. Peeking at him quickly was an option, but she decided to go with the flow. She heard him walk around the bed and unzip his suitcase.
Adrenaline pumped in her veins. Maybe he was reaching for a condom to keep it close by; that made total sense. When he stepped closer to the bed, she chewed on her bottom lip. What was happening? The weight of the mattress shifted to one side, as he joined her. Unable to take any more tension, she opened her eyes to find him watching her with a hint of a smile. So that’s how she got him to smile more often—by wearing no clothes.
He touched her, pulling her from the middle of the bed to the area where a few pillows stacked against the frame. “Do you trust me, Camila?”
It depends.“Yes.”
He ran a finger down her nose and she quivered under his touch. He grabbed a silky gray-and-blue tie behind him. “I want you to put your hands above your head and I’ll bind them with this tie. Are you okay with that?”
She chewed on her lower lip. Of course he seemed too good to be true. Too handsome and mysterious, the deadly combination to any woman’s common sense. What if he left her there and went for a walk and never came back? Nah, he wouldn’t. “You came prepared.”
“It’s a wedding,” he said, and flashed her a boyish smile that seemed so unlike him. “One needs ties for the festivities.” Then, his smile faded as quickly as it came, and a gleam of concern sparked in his eyes. “If you’re uncomfortable about it, just say stop and I will,” he said matter-of-factly.
She wanted to touch him, to feel the hair dusting his chest, to kiss his taut nipples and to lust over that gorgeous abdomen that could belong to an MMA fighter.
“Should I expect you to bring anything else from your bag of tools?”
He shook his head. “Don’t worry, there’s no secret bag of tricks. I’ll just tie you up and fuck you until we’re both spent.”
“Okay. I’m good,” she said, nodding at him. Why not? Heat coiled low in her stomach. Look who’s not half-assing now.
She lifted her arms, and he placed them above her head then knotted the tie around them. Acting on instinct, she tried to move her wrists when he finished, but he’d done a pretty good job restraining her. Reading her mind, he tugged at it as if to make sure she couldn’t get out easily.
He leaned over her, his body covering hers. She moaned, wrapped in the warmth of his skin, the clean soap scent swirling into her nostrils. If there ever existed a guy that would be too much man for her, Jaeger would be it. But, damn it, she’d have him even if only temporarily.
His magnificent cock poked against her belly, and she squirmed. He’d been right—she’d have wanted to touch, kiss, and lick him to no end. And she promised herself she would. Maybe not yet…but he’d come around.
Jaeger lowered his lips to hers, and she offered him no resistance. She opened her mouth, giving him complete access. He engaged her in the most thrilling, relentless, exciting kiss she’d ever experienced. She squirmed under his weight, desperate to slide down the linens so his cock would magically fall into her sex and she’d have him inside her. God. What had she turned into?
