His gaze raked her breasts, a hot stroke like his hand, before they lifted back to her face, and she felt the familiar punch of connection captivate her. He captivated her.  He leaned in and kissed her again, a deep, sensual slide of his tongue against hers that seduced and drugged. And when his mouth moved to her breast, oh God, the hot suction of his mouth on her nipple was driving her crazy, driving her absolutely insane. She arched into him and his hand curved under her backside, shifting her weight, fitting the V of her body against his thick erection, the proof he wanted her as badly as she did him.

“You want me inside you?” he demanded against her mouth.

Yes. Please. “I want out of these cuffs,” she panted instead. “I hate not being able to move.”

”I like you in them,” he countered. “I like me in you.”

Yes, she thought again. Him inside her. He wouldn’t be asking questions. He wouldn’t be teasing her. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Your secrets, baby.” He moved then, dragging his palms down her sides in a seductive path over her ribs, to her hips, until he pressed his mouth to her stomach, his hair tickling her breasts, her skin. And when his chocolate brown eyes lifted to hers, he didn’t push her, or torment her like she thought he was going to. He took his declaration someplace completely unexpected and erotic. “I want to discover them all, every sweet spot you own.”

His fingers slid between her thighs, and she gasped as he delved into the wet, sensitive flesh, his shoulders pressing her thighs apart, his breath a hot tease, promising all kinds of pleasures to follow. And then his fingers were inside her, and his mouth closed down over her swollen, sensitive clit.

Her eyes fell shut, every nerve ending in her body alive with the feel of his mouth, his fingers, his tongue…oh God, his tongue…he was licking her now, driving her crazy. Licking and pumping his fingers. She jerked against the cuffs, trying to reach for him, frustrated when she couldn’t. Her legs lifted, and she wrapped his shoulders, trying to hold him in place, trying to make sure he didn’t stop too soon. She was close. So very close to release.

“Not yet,” he said, and his mouth was gone from where she wanted him most, his fingers too, his lips trailing up her inner thigh.

She glowered at him, the ache between her thighs and in her nipples, too much to take. “You’re killing me. You know you’re killing me.”

A wicked smile touched his lips and he licked her clit and then slid up her body and kissed her. “Killing you with pleasure. Remember that.”