Page 67 of Delicious Surrender

She stepped inside, expecting him to follow. Instead, he stood under her dim porch light and said, “Text me your personal email address. I will send you a document to review and sign.”

“What kind of document?”

“An NDA, plus my medical report, and a referral to a clinic for tests. After that, we will discuss my expectations and your hard and soft limits.”

“Oh.” She felt awkward now and disappointed with his official tone.

“Nothing more should happen until those are complete.”

He was all business, and she hated it. She thrust her chinout. “Is that all?”

“You can always change your mind. I’ll understand.”

“Do you want me to? Change my mind, I mean?”

He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “No. But these formalities are in place to protect us both.”

“I have no intention of changing my mind and I don’t give a rat’s ass about the paperwork. I would, however, like to discuss you fucking me into next week.”

She saw his eyes darken, and his mouth twitched. “A rat’s ass?”

“Please don’t make me beg, but if that’s yourthing, I will.”Careful, Brynne.

He pushed her into the flat and kicked the door shut behind them. His massive hand clamped around her neck, the warmth of his unyielding palm pressing against her hammering pulse. His fingers slid beneath her hair, tilting her head back until she felt the old dresser digging into her back. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. A sharp nip at her ear sent a jolt through her, and he growled against her exposed neck, “You really like to test me, don’t you, Red?”

“Yes,” she breathed. It gave her a thrill to push the boundaries of his control. She wanted him to let go.

His grip on her hair tightened, and he nibbled her bottom lip. “If you were mine, you would quickly learn the consequences of disobedience.”

“Don’t hold back. I want to experienceeverything.”

Gage stared at her, and it felt like time stood still. She knew it was a gamble, but there was no stopping now. In essence, she’d just said, “Do with me what you will.”

His mouth devoured hers in a ferocious kiss. Their tongues met and dueled until they both had to come up for air. He abruptly pulled back, yanked off her coat, and tossed it on the floor. He frog-marched her to the couch and pulled her sweater up and over her head, trapping her arms in the sleeves behind her. Next, he dragged the cups of her pretty lace bra down, exposing her breasts so they swelled above the crushed material.

“I will fuck you into tomorrow, but you will not come.” He rolled her aching nipples between his fingers as he continued, “In fact, you may not come until you’ve signed the documents and gotten tested—and then, only when I’m present to give you permission.”

“That’s just cruel,” she whined.

“I warned you. Good girls only get to come when they do as they’re told.”

His body was up against her back, and Brynne could feel the hard line of his erection against her rear. She pushed her backside into him and maneuvered her hands so she could caress the bulge in his pants. In response, he tormented her nipples until she cried out.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a crop here to punish you properly.”

Brynne knew one thing: He knew how to make her body sing. There was nothing contrived about his dominance. It was as natural as breathing to him. And it caused her insides to melt.

He pulled her head back so it rested on his collarbone. His gravelly voice vibrated against her ear. “Don’t move.” Then his teeth closed on her earlobe.

He shoved her legs apart with his foot. She moaned plaintively when his hands worked the button and zip on her jeans, quickly unfastening them. Heat radiated off his hands. She bit her cheek to keep from whining when his fingers burned a path south until they sank between her swollen folds and found her soaking wet.

“All for me.” His hot breath bathed her ear as he played, caressed, and painted her skin with her juices. He was avoiding her throbbing clit and Brynne shifted her hips to aim his fingers. When that failed, she considered pleading.

His teeth still held her captive when he brought his hand to her mouth and smeared her wetness all over her lips and under her nose.

Brynne whimpered, and a tremor went through her body.

When he released her ear and turned her face toward his, she saw raw hunger radiating from his eyes. His gaze was full of fire and triumph. His fingers sank into her mouth, and she instinctively sucked on them with wild abandon. Holding her jaw in his iron grip, Gage licked and nibbled on her lips. If he wasn’t holding her up, she would have sunk to the floor. His mouth covered hers and she tasted scotch and herself on his tongue.