He dragged her hand away from his shaft and held it tight to make it fucking behave. “You’re not listening,” he said roughly. “I always lose control with you.”
“Have you heard me complain?”
“That’s not the point,” he snarled.
She huffed out an impatient breath. “So what the fuck is the point? I’m lost.”
He grabbed her other hand, and squeezed. “Be patient,” he begged. “Please. I have to come up with an analog that’s not mined with imbeds. Not easy, OK?”
“I think a blow job would work better for you.”
His heart revved, and his dick twitched and throbbed. His combat program was scrolling madly, but he barely noticed it, staring at the hot challenge in her eyes.
“Uh . . .” He stopped and swallowed carefully. “Not a good idea.”
“Let go of my hands,” she said. “I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”
He maintained his tight grip, but his mouth felt dry. “Don’t push me.”
“I’d grip you, right at the root. And lick you up and down,” she said. “Until you’re shiny and wet. Hot and thick. Filling my mouth. I love that. I’ll pull you in deep, and suck you, and lick you . . . and make you scream with pleasure.” Her voice was throaty and caressing. Her fingers curled around his, squeezing. “Until you’re helpless and gasping. Out of control. Exploding in my mouth. Mmm. Love that. Yum.”
“Goddamnit, Caro,” he growled.
She lifted his hands and kissed his knuckles. Hot, silky kisses that he could feel against his cock. Where he automatically felt all her seductive suggestions.
She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Can you tell how turned on I am, just by looking at my sig?”
He scanned her shifting halo of colors. He was so used to being bare-eyed with her by now, it seemed as normal as any other sensory detail he might notice, like the way her nipples poked through the fine silk robe. “Yeah.” His voice felt raw.
“Not fair,” she said. “My feelings are written in neon for you to read whenever you feel like it. But I can’t read you. Not when you shut me out.”
“I’m trying to keep you safe,” he said.
“I am safe,” she said sharply. “You’re trying so hard to control everything. Yourself, me, everyone else. It’s not working. It’s not necessary, either. Let go.”
His jaw ached with tension. “The last time I let go, I almost put my fist through your throat.”
She shook her head. “I’m not worried about that.”
“You goddamn well should be,” he told her.
“I know you, Noah. Way down deep. And I want to make you come. Let me.”
The hypnotic cadence of her voice were like magic, softening his rigid grip. She felt the moment her spell worked on him and her smile flashed, wide and delighted.
“I don’t know how to let go,” he warned. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Don’t worry. I got you covered.” She slid off the bed and leaned forward, fumbling with the drawstring of his sweatpants. Letting his hugely erect dick spring out.
She took him in hand, squeezing and stroking, then leaned in to swirl her hot tongue around the head of his rod, licking up precome. He sucked in air, muscles clenched, fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. AVP surging and red hot.
He should stop her, but he couldn’t. Too damn good. Every wet, pulling, suckling stroke destroyed him. She was taking him to pieces . . .
No. Panic surged, along with the explosion. No retreat. No escape.
A huge blast. Deep throbbing pulses of pleasure. Blinding light.
His eyes opened. He was flat on his back on the bed. Limp and gasping.
Caro was still there. She was OK. He hadn’t done anything terrible. Not yet.
He focused on the vision before him. Her hair was draped over his thighs like the folds of a silk scarf. She smiled at him as she discreetly wiped her mouth.
Delirious pleasure still pulsed through every nerve. “God, Caro. That was . . .”
“Yes indeed. Absolutely. It was.” She sounded pleased with herself. “I don’t know about you, but I call that progress. Oh, I have a surprise for you. Want to see?”
The last thing his nerves needed was a surprise. He jerked up onto his elbows.
She read his expression. “Just for fun,” she reassured him. “To make you smile.”
She stood up, and let the silk robe fall to the floor.
He sat bolt upright with a gasp, his hard-on refreshed in a hot instant. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Do you like it?” She lifted up her hair over her head and spun around, displaying herself proudly.
“You didn’t answer my question. But fuck, yeah, I like it. A lot.” He stared at her, dazzled. “My dick is going to explode. Again.”
She looked mystified. “It has that effect on you, even in the dark?”
“What dark? This room is flooded with light. Some of it is blazing out of you.”
She smiled demurely. “I could wear this pretty thing under my clothes, and you’d see the collar as you look at me across the dinner table, and know I’m wearing it under my clothes. And thinking about you. Inside me.”