“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said at last. “You’re so beautiful.” He reached for her breast, his fingers sliding beneath it, feeling the weight of it, then the other. “I’ve thought of you like this so many times.” His gaze was so dark, so hot, so intense that Leah began to reach for him, but Michael surprised her by abruptly grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off her feet with one arm. He moved two steps forward and dropped her roughly against the column.
“Beautiful and free,” he said with a wink. “We can’t have that.” He took her hand, pulled it back around the column, then stepped around it and took her other hand, and using the end of his tie, bound her hands securely behind the column. She was tied with her back to the column, her breasts jutting out.
Michael walked around to stand before her and peruse his handiwork. He was smiling as he touched her breast, her lips, and then traced a line from her jaw all the way down her body to the top of her legs. He watched her eyes as he slid his finger between her legs, moving back and forth over the fabric of her thong. “You’re wet,” he murmured. “You want me to continue?”
Oh yes, hell yes, she wanted him to continue, and nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, and closed her eyes, focusing entirely on his hand and fingers and the wild burst of sensual pleasure that was erupting in her. Michael slipped a hand behind her and pressed against the small of her back, forcing her into his body as his fingers worked against the silk fabric of her panties, going deeper into the slit of her body, twirling suggestively around her clitoris. His mouth moved on her lips in rhythm with his hand, gliding over them so delicately that her lips began to tingle savagely with the whisper of each kiss.
And just when she began to breathe heavily, about to come, Michael withdrew his hand and stepped away from her. “Not so fast, baby,” he said, and casually removed his vest, tossing it aside. “I’ve only begun to play.”
He unbuttoned his shirt, laughing a little at how hard she was breathing as he shrugged out of it. The man was magnificent—hard body, sculpted, strong. He put his hands on her arms, caressing her skin as he nuzzled her neck. Then he slid down her body, to her bared breasts, and took one in his mouth, his teeth nipping at her hard nipple.
Leah felt dangerously close to falling and moaned, but that only made Michael suck harder, his teeth grazing her, drawing sensation from deep in her groin. Leah was floating now, on a cloud of pure sensation, buoyed by his assault on her senses and his firm grip of her body. With his mouth and his hands, he slid down her body, to his haunches, his mouth leaving a hot, wet trail on her belly. When he reached the thong, he grabbed the tiny string of it with his teeth and jerked, tearing the fabric. With his mouth, he pulled her panties down her leg so that now she was completely bare to him.
“Ah . . . sweet,” he said. “So sweet,” he said, his mouth just an inch from the curly hair. “I remember the way you taste.” His tongue dipped in between the curls, and a hard shiver of delight coursed through Leah.
He glanced up, ran his hands up her sides and to her breasts. “How do you feel?”
Leah looked down at him, panting. “I’m burning up.”
“It is a little warm,” he agreed with a salacious grin.
“Untie me, Michael. Untie me so I can touch you, too,” she begged him.
“No way,” he said, and roughly pushed her legs further apart. “This is all for you.”
“No, Michael, let me—”
“Shut up,” he growled, and flicked his tongue against her.
Leah sucked in her breath; Michael gripped her hips firmly and began to lick her, his tongue dipping deep into her slit, tasting her, exploring her, teasing her at the core of her desire, then sliding down the slick pathway again, to where she throbbed for him.
Above him, Leah’s chin dropped to her chest, and she moaned with the thrill of it. This was just as she remembered it—the man was a master. He knew how to interpret her moaning and heavy breathing; the stroke of his tongue became urgent and harder, his mouth covering her, sucking her as she moved, shamelessly grinding against him, seeking her fulfillment. She was so close, so close—
But Michael suddenly fell back, stumbling a little before straightening and dragging the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Michael!” she gasped.
“Not yet,” he said with a laugh. “Not until I’ve made you absolutely insane with desire.”
“You win, you win! Please don’t stop now!” she cried.
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said and grabbed her chin, pushed her head back so that her face was tilted up to his, then plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her until she was panting for breath. He lifted his head; his gaze roamed her face, and he stroked aside a strand of blond hair. “You’ve got a long way to go before I’m done with you.” And with that, he reached behind her, felt for the slipknot on her wrist and yanked it free. Her hands instantly came up to his shoulders.