He groaned and kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers, his mouth absolutely devouring her. She moaned, lifted to her toes, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him anything he wanted.
His hand slid from her hair, down her back and over the swell of her backside. He stepped into her, forcing her backward. Cool air tickled the fine hairs along her spine as he continued to kiss her, to drive her wild with his tongue, and she knew he was grasping her shirt, that he was pulling it up, that in seconds she would be completely naked. And she wanted that. Wanted more. Excitement pulsed through her. Excitement and heat and a desire that would never get old.
He broke the kiss long enough to tug the long-sleeved T-shirt she’d snagged from his closet up and over her head. The garment landed somewhere on the floor behind him. She didn’t look to see where. Was too lost in the fiery heat in his eyes to care.
“This,” he whispered as he slid his knuckles down her breast and around one straining nipple, “is all I want.” He lowered to his knees in front of her. “Don’t move.”
Her stomach quivered as she looked down at him, and she remembered when he’d pinned her hands to the ground in front of the fireplace in his room and told her the very same thing. “Or what?”
He looked up at her, and mischief flashed in his mismatched eyes as he pressed his fingers against the inside of her right knee, forcing her to step open. “Or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t move.”
A wicked thrill rushed through her just as he exhaled a breath of hot air over her mound. Her eyes slid closed, and she rocked forward, seeking his touch. She’d never been into the whole bondage thing, but with him she knew she could be. With him she had a feeling she’d be into everything.
His tongue parted her folds, slid along her center and flicked her already sensitive clit. Daphne groaned and pushed her hips against his mouth, wanting more. He did it again, this time flicking faster, circling the sensitive nub, then drawing it into his mouth to suckle.
Heaven. His mouth was pure heaven. His hands sliding over her skin absolute paradise. When he suckled her again, she groaned and dropped her hand on the back of his head, pulling him into her. Pleasure arced through her body. Before it could consume her, though, his fingers closed around her wrist. He pulled her hand away then twisted it around her lower back and pinned it to her body.
His threat echoed in her mind, and that naughty thrill whipped through her once more. But then he flicked his tongue against her again and it faded. She rocked her hips again and again, losing herself in the ecstasy. Her orgasm barreled close. She slid her other hand into his hair and pulled him in again. Pleasure rippled along her nerve endings and shot down her spine.
He jerked away before it could consume her and quickly rose to his feet. “I warned you, little nymph.”
Daphne gasped, stumbled. Reached out for him. But Ari ducked down, and before she realized what was happening, he wrapped his arms around her legs and threw her over his shoulder. A grunt passed her lips. She pushed a hand against his back, opened her mouth to tell him this wasn’t what she wanted—that she wanted his mouth, his hands, him—but the words never made it out. A whoosh of air brushed her spine, and the grunt turned to a screech. Then her back hit the couch cushions, and she stared up at his handsome, naughty, playful face.
Desire burned in his eyes. A desire that heated her blood and supercharged her need. “You like being in control, don’t you?”
He smirked, a sexy, one-sided grin that made him look downright delectable. Straddling her hips, he pressed one knee into the cushions, leaned over her, and reached for the lamp on the end table beside the couch.
Unsure what he was doing, Daphne twisted against the cushions and looked over her head. He grasped the lamp at the base, pulled until the cord snapped free of the lamp and the light went out, then tugged the end out of the wall socket.
Daphne’s gaze shifted back to him. Firelight danced over his features, making his skin look darker and his eyes even wilder. “You just ruined that lamp.”
“I know.” Grasping her hands at the wrists, he tugged them over her head so they hit the arm of the couch, then wrapped the lamp cord around her wrists and secured the cord to the leg of the table. “Does that hurt?”
Unrestrained lust consumed her when she realized what he’d just done. And though a little voice in the back of her head screamed giving up control was so not a Siren thing to do, she ignored it. Because she wasn’t a Siren. And because she was so wet from just the thought of him having his way with her, she could barely think. “No.”
“Good.” His eyes sparked with heat. “Now, you can’t move.”
Oh yes...
Her gaze slid down his chiseled abs, directly in her line of site, then over the waistband of his sweats, sitting dangerously low, the V at his hips making her mouth absolutely water. “What do you plan to do with me?”