“So does this mean you’re claiming your prize for being first? You’re not going to concede and let me take the reins tonight?”
Rix slowed as he approached my room, stopping completely at the foot of my bed. “You want the reins, duchess?”
I did. This I knew without hesitation. I’d taken the lead in the storeroom, and I wasn’t done. If I couldn’t tell him how I felt, then I could show him.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then my calling the shots means I’m handing the reins to you.” He lowered me to the bed and stepped back. “Where do you want me?”
“Right there.”
I rose to my feet and reached for the buttons of my blouse. One by one I unfastened them, my gaze on Rix and his on my hands. His absolute captivation with my movements rekindled the boldness I’d felt earlier tonight. I wanted to be on my knees before this man.
I laid my blouse on the bed. Stepping forward, wearing nothing but my skirt, heels and bra, I lowered myself to the floor, placing my hands on his thighs to steady myself.
“What are you doin’, duchess?”
I looked up to see the softest hint of a smile on his lips. I let my own curve up, channeling my inner temptress. Yes, I was on my knees, but he’d handed me the reins, and that meant I had the power.
“I think you know what I’m doing.” I reached for his belt and slid it from the buckle before going for the button and zipper and pulling his cock free.
In the storeroom, I’d wrapped my hand around him, but I hadn’t had a chance to get my lips around him. Ever since the day in my studio when we’d been interrupted, I’d been aching to do this. My fingers didn’t touch as I closed them around his thick shaft, but still I stroked up and down.
My tongue darted out to join the game, and Rix groaned before tangling his hands in my hair. But he didn’t try to guide my movements. Didn’t try to push himself deeper into my mouth when I just closed my lips around the head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. And not just because I love watching you take my cock.”
I moaned as I took him deeper, working him with my tongue and my mouth, loving the sound of his groans and murmured praise. They spurred me on and I grew bolder, wanting to make him lose control.
I could tell I was getting close when his hips bucked unconsciously against my face before he drew back, pulling his length from my mouth.
“I wasn’t done,” I protested.
Rix kept his hold on my hair and tilted my face up to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to sink into that tight * of yours again with nothin’ between us. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
I considered pouting, but I could work with that. “Then I want to be on top.”
A lazy smile spread across his face. “I did give you the reins, so it’s only right that you ride me.”
He shoved his pants the rest of the way off his hips and moved to sit on the bed. Sliding up to the head, he propped himself on a pillow, right in the middle.
I couldn’t get over how beautiful he was. He’d hate that I called him that in my head, but it was the truth. The caramel tone of his skin, the black and gray ink covering his arms and chest. The heavy muscles underlying it all.
He was a masterpiece in his own right. It only made sense that I’d been compelled to paint him, and my hands were once again itching to hold a brush.
Later. Right now, I was going to take my pleasure and make this man see stars. Maybe forget every woman who ever came before me.
“You waitin’ on something, duchess?”
Shaking my head, I reached behind me for the zipper on my skirt and slid it down. It fell to the floor and I stepped forward. My bra was next, discarded beside the growing pile of clothes.
Crawling up the bed to straddle him, I pressed a kiss to his chest, over his heart. Another to his neck, his jaw, and then his lips. All that leashed strength beneath me, and it was mine.
He was mine.
SHE DIDN’T LOOK LIKE THE duchess I called her. She looked like a queen. Hair, black as night, spilling down her shoulders. Her breasts were high and firm, the perfect size for my mouth.
I’d told her she could take the reins, and I’d meant it, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. My hands on her hips as she settled her * over my cock. Hot, slick heat had me fighting the urge to lift her and impale her on my dick.
Yes, I’d wanted women before, but never had I wanted one like this. With Valentina, all bets were off. All rules were broken. All standards crushed. She was just so much more. And she was mine.
Her fingertips started at my jaw and trailed down my neck, skimming across my collarbone to my chest, down my abs and then over to my fingertips, before sliding back up my arms to my shoulders. She curled her hands shut, gripping me as she shifted forward and rocked on my cock.