Page 30 of Brazilian Surrender
“Well, I don’t want to be more vulnerable than I already am. You’re right…let’s go back to the wedding so I can fulfill the rest of my bridesmaid duties.”
He contemplated the cobalt dress covering her beautiful body, and his cock stirred in his pants. The silky dress had some ruffles and reached down to her ankles. He imagined it tossed on the floor or over the chair in their suite. And that image brought a wicked smile to his lips.
Jaeger locked the bedroom door behind them with a click. The day had been long and the night, longer. Having to talk to her brothers and family, pretending all was well, took a toll on him. Usually, he didn’t care about deceiving people as long as that was part of the job. But her brothers truly cared about her, and her sisters-in-law treated Camila like a younger sibling. That tipped the scale for sure.
He rubbed the back of his neck while she took off her dress and hung it in the closet. In a few minutes, he heard the shower running in the bathroom, and a cloud of steam escaped the door. He could join her, of course. His fingers tingled for him to walk up to the bathroom and twist that stainless steel door handle.
Restraining her in the bathroom would be more difficult, and slippery with the water. Certainly didn’t fit the mood. He removed his suit jacket, then loosened his tie and took it off. Should he not restrain her this time?
He’d already done more for her than anyone else. He’d not only suggested, but asked her, to move in with him while he cracked the case. He’d met her family and pretended they were a loving couple. He’d even talked to her after sex and no longer slept on the couch, but next to her.
Jaeger pulled down his pants and boxers and tossed them in his open suitcase. Join her in the shower. The idea seduced him with the persistence of a drug addict bargaining his last belonging for one more fix. He fumbled inside his suitcase and retrieved the pair of handcuffs he’d bought after the visit to the flower shop. Turned out a hip, tasteful adult store stood in the same upscale shopping area, and he had gone in and out quickly. Now he smiled at the purchase. Maybe she’d freak out.
His cock hardened. Camila had been so open minded and flexible from the start, why would she say no now?
“What’s that?” she asked, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a white, fluffy towel.
He lifted the cuffs and shot her a grin. “An alternative to ties.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “No kidding. What if I say no?”
He sighed. “No means no.” But he sincerely hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
She walked up to him. “I’ll do something for you if you do something for me.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to taste you,” she said, her sexy accent cutting through the air.
God. He sucked in a breath so deep by the time he released it a heady sensation filled him. Blood rushed madly to the one part of him that disagreed with common sense wherever she was concerned. He heard the thumps of his heart louder each time she took a step in his direction. His buttocks tightened, his back stiffened. Letting her have control, even for a short amount of time, was an exception that could bring troubling consequences. “That’d go against my rules.” He didn’t want to cuff her yet. If she was to pleasure him orally, he wanted to feel her hands around his shaft, her fingers playing with his tip.
“Tough luck. Once won’t kill you.”
“You taste me, then I handcuff you,” he said, desperate to cling to any kind of limits to keep from yielding completely.
“Lie down on the bed,” she said.
“I sit,” he said, then headed to the edge of the bed and sat, naked. Lying in the center of the bed would give her more power over him.
She shrugged her shoulders then leaned in front of him. The whole thing would be sterile and distant, but his heart flipped once, twice, when she ran her fingers along his shaft.
He groaned, revealing his arousal. Well, verbally. Was there a way to hide his erection from her? Nope. She palmed his cock, while her other hand cupped his throbbing balls. Shouldn’t he stop her? No. They didn’t elaborate on how long she would taste him, but having her fingers tease him felt…too damn good. His body roared, recognizing a need he hadn’t fulfilled in a long time.
When was the last time he’d been touched with abandon? The day Ellen and Trevor died. That morning he’d made love to his wife to appease her after an argument, and he’d ended up late for work. He fell behind on his assignment, which was why he’d ended up missing the lunch date he’d arranged with her. If only he’d been on time…
“Everything okay?” she asked, as if he were some damn virgin and not an experienced man in his thirties.
“Yes.”
“Talk to me. Do you like what I’m doing?” she asked, her hand palming him up and down. Slowly, at first. Then he hissed out and she stroked him a tad faster.
Didn’t she know by now he was a man of few words? How more uncomfortable did she want him to be? “Enough,” he said, holding her wrists and throwing her on the bed. All he wanted to do was plunge into her, fuck her, and forget about everything else.
“No.” She splayed her hand on his chest and shoved him out of her way, rolling him on the bed. “You gave me your word. I haven’t tasted you yet.”
Shit. She wasn’t going to let go. “Just be quick,” he said, not sure he really meant it. If she provoked him like he had done her when they had sex, he wouldn’t make it.
“You’re probably the first man in the universe to say that before receiving oral sex.”
