Page 39 of Brazilian Surrender
He didn’t want to think about any of it. Words from Frank and his aunt jumbled in his mind, twisting his insides. Second-guessing his choices in life had been one of the reasons why he shouldn’t have gotten involved with her—he had already too much to worry about, a case to solve and now…his groin stirred.
She petted Pork Chop, who enjoyed the massage so much he closed his eyes and sighed. Jaeger’s gaze fell to her soft hands and imagined what it’d be like to feel them all over his body, caressing his hair, stroking his jaw.
He cleared his throat. When she’d sucked him, he’d had the best orgasm of his life. Then they’d talked, and he trusted her in a way that scared the shit out of him—scared him enough to decide to restrain her during the following sexual encounters, to have some control over his scorching desire.
Now, as she whispered sweet nothings to the dog, the only thing he needed was to screw her until all conundrums dissipated from his head. He wanted to go to that world where doubts vanished and pleasured reigned—where regret and self-doubt were an expired currency. Where he could feel something deeper, and lose himself in her.
“Camila,” he called.
She turned to face him, and the smile she gave his dog disappeared from her lips. “Yeah?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and erasing the distance between them. Her brown eyes darkened to a midnight black, but with small flecks of silver flickering around the irises. She parted her mouth and licked her lower lip.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Why don’t you do it for me, big guy?”
“I can’t think of anything better,” he said, and stepped toward her. He started to unbutton her shirt, and she reached for his belt buckle, her fingers hovering over the leather accessory.
“Neither can I,” she whispered, then flashed him a wicked smile that made him want to push her over the sofa and take her right there. But if he wanted this, he had to do it the right away. Screw the consequences; he’d deal with them later.
He undid each small, round button, then removed her shirt and flung it aside. Smiling, he ran a finger from her neck to her belly button, and he felt her shiver. She unbuckled his belt, and unzipped him in a swift move. He groaned and sucked up all the air in the room when she shoved her hand into his boxers and stroked him. His cock hardened in her palm, her flesh soft and warm. A moan fled her lips, carrying the message he wanted to hear: she enjoyed touching him. She wanted this every bit as much as he did. Why deny her? Why deny them?
He reached for her bra and opened it, her perfect breasts spilling into view. A strong longing shot up his arm and he pinched her taut nipples, one then the other, provoking a couple of low moans from her. “You’re beyond sexy.”
“So good.” She reached for his balls, cupping them, and he felt his heart racing in the base of his throat. Shit. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
He dipped his head and lowered his lips to hers, capturing her in a kiss that ignited every part of him. He meshed his tongue with hers, and she stroked his cock, her hand sliding up and down. Passion he never experienced until now bolted through his bloodstream, expanding his veins, pounding them dangerously. Groaning, he intensified the kiss, trying to convey with his mouth the sexual hunger that only grew stronger the more intimately she touched him. “God.”
She stopped touching him, and he blinked out of the delicious trance. “I want you fully naked.”
As fast as he could manage, he removed the shirt over his head, and pulled down his jeans and shoes, kicking them to the side. She still had on her skirt, which he decided to take off along with her panties.
For the first time they stood in front of each other, bare. Equals as man and woman, about to have sex and without a trace of handcuffs or silky ties.
Maybe she sensed his uneasiness. The only part of him that moved was his cock, growing and hardening against her belly. “We can do this, Jaeger. You can do this,” she said. If she weren’t well on the way to becoming an accomplished shrink, he’d hire her to be a detective because her instincts and mind-reading capabilities amazed him.
She placed her hand on his chest, and his heart thrummed embarrassingly fast. A smile broke her kissable lips. He picked her up in his arms, and she gasped, surprised, and he headed for his bedroom.
The way he fell into the bed with her could have used more finesse, but he no longer cared. She chuckled and rolled on top of him before he could move, straddling him. “I need to show you a thing or two I learned from you,” she said, planting kisses on his neck and chest.
“I’m sure this will be one of those cases of the pupil surpassing the master.”
“You’ll be the judge of that,” she said, and he laughed at the irony. Lying with her he didn’t feel in charge of anything, let alone good judgment. And that was okay, for once.
Camila licked the salty valley between his neck and shoulder and caught a whiff of the straightforward scent of clean soap and Jaeger. He contracted, his muscles bunching into a dreamy combination of hard ridges. The same sensation she had during their first time together—that the moment could dissipate out of nowhere and she should enjoy as much as she could—assailed her.
He caressed her ass, his fingers kneading her buttocks, driving her crazy with want. Meu Deus. If he continued like this, he’d be bending her over in no time. Not that she didn’t love it when he dominated her, but this once she wanted to know what it was like to walk in his shoes. Most of her life had been dictated by others—helping her family in their struggles as a child then a teenager; then her people-pleasing personality by happily letting her brothers overprotect her as a young woman. For the past two years, she’d been venturing in the big city, thousands of miles from home, all on her own. And now, damn it, she wanted to hold the reins with a man. Not just any man—Jaeger Bauer. “Have you ever been cuffed in bed?” she asked him, the words fleeing her mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“Do you trust me?” she asked, then drew in a breath. How awkward would it be if he said no? Should she just get up and leave? Acid churned in her stomach.
He glanced at her, his eyes studying hers before sliding down to her mouth and breasts. “Yes.”
“Don’t move,” she told him, and ran to the nightstand where she knew he kept his handcuffs before he changed his mind.
“I see you have it all figured out,” he said, amused, watching her hustle to get the cuffs and jump back in bed.
No, she hadn’t. In fact, until a few minutes ago she didn’t think he’d ever sleep with her without restraining her. Then something changed, an energy had moved between them and not only was she enjoying it, she wanted to take full advantage and try the whole experience. Maybe if he knew what she’d felt when he’d tied her up…they would have that connection to bind them to each other forever.
