What did she want? Oh, she knew what she wanted, and she knew in what order she wanted it.
She licked her lower lip. “I want you. In my mouth.”
He rose to his feet. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out to her.
Janey shook her head. “I don’t want to wait. I want you here. Right here.”
He moved to her, slowly, as her gaze lifted to his. “Do you want to get naughty, sweetheart?”
Her lips tilted. “I’m a Mackay, Alex. I don’t want to get naughty; I’m naughty by birth. By genetics.
Remember?”
She wasn’t talking about her parentage. Her cousins were considered three of the wildest men in the state of Kentucky until they fell in love. And she, the lone female, had been left behind. Forced to hold herself back. Not from sex, but from being herself. From letting that core of the woman she was free.
And with this man, it could be free. She might have to protect her heart, but he held her body in the palm of his hand. And she was determined to hold at least that much of him.
“And how do you want me?” He stopped before her. Tall, broad, powerful.
“In my mouth. I want to feel you in my mouth, Alex. I want to taste you.” She wanted to own his heart, but she would make do, for tonight, with his cock. “All of you.”
“Then take it, Janey,” he ordered her softly. “If you want it, baby, take it.” He paused, then whispered,
“Own it.”
FOURTEEN
Own it. Oh, she wanted to own it, but there was so much more she wanted.
“I had a fantasy once,” she whispered.
He was breathing harder, definitely. “Really?”
“Really. Remember the night you caught me sneaking into the bar when I was eighteen?” One of the few times she had managed to get up the nerve to slip away from Dayle Mackay’s house while he was out of town, and have fun.
His lips twitched. “I remember.”
“You were furious.”
“I was so f**king hard my balls were blue.” He stood in front of her, not touching her, watching her. “I wanted to f**k you so bad I couldn’t breathe.”
Janey licked her lip, her stomach clenching at the knowledge that even then he had wanted her.
“I came home and touched myself,” she whispered, laying her fingers on his chest. “I was so wet. My cl*t so hard.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I imagined you were really furious,” she continued. “You tore your belt off and lashed my hands behind my back. And told me you were going to teach me what happened when good girls went to bad places.”
“Fuck.” His eyes closed; lust filled his features.
“Once you had my hands secured behind my back, you pushed me to my knees.” She could barely speak. Excitement was racing through her body, tearing through her mind.
“Janey. This is very bad.” He inhaled roughly. “You don’t want to start sex games with me, baby. I’m a f**king master. And you’re too damned tender.”
“You pushed me to my knees, and I couldn’t touch you,” she continued raggedly. “Then you pulled your c**k from your unzipped jeans, pulled my hair with your other hand, and f**ked my mouth while you whispered very naughty phrases. And when you came, you pulled back, because you wanted to watch
your cum shooting in my mouth. You wanted to see me taking it, accepting you. And I wanted it,” she breathed. “I still want it.”
It had been one of her favorite fantasies for years. Alex, his gaze thunderous and hard, his expression tight with sexual hunger.
As her hand trailed down his abdomen, he caught her wrist, drawing her gaze back to his.
“Playing games with me might not be a good idea,” he warned her. “Especially this kind of game, Janey.”
“Come play with me, Alex,” she murmured, hunger and need clashing inside her. “Let me be your fantasy, too.”
It slammed into his gut. It sent arcing though him a wave of heat so powerful that Alex wondered that he didn’t come in his jeans that second.
Lust. A lust unlike anything he had ever known. Hunger he’d beaten down over the years, determined to conquer. Because in the back of his mind, he’d always known he’d have her. And he didn’t want that part of himself interfering. He didn’t want to frighten her. Didn’t want to ask more than most women wanted to give.
And now it raced through his system like a runaway train, determined to have its way. He watched her eyes, his body stiffening, his dick tightening until it felt as though it would burst.
She wanted the games? The hard edge of a sexual intensity so sharp it cut through the senses like a blade? Oh, he could give it to her. Give it to her and make her love it, if it didn’t destroy both of them first.
Before she could counter, he twisted her around, pressing her firmly against the door as he felt her gasp.
“Once you open the cage, the animal doesn’t go back in,” he growled at her ear. “Be sure, Janey.”
“Are you scared, Alex?” Her ass ground against his dick.
“You should be scared.” He held her wrists in one hand and jerked his belt loose with the other.
His c**k was throbbing now; he could feel the pr**cum dampening the crown. The thought of what he was about to do tightened every muscle in his body and had his balls tight with lust.
Hell, this went deeper than lust. It was a craving. A f**king addiction. One of the wildest damned fantasies he had ever known.
He looped the belt around her wrists, tightened it, and secured it. She couldn’t get loose unless he let her go. She would be restrained, helpless. He could have her any way he wanted her.
“That Mackay courage is going to get you in trouble, sugar,” he drawled, nipping her ear, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head back. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
Her lashes lifted; sparkling green eyes, so light they were almost colorless, looked back at him as her pouty lips parted, her tongue stroked over them.
“You have no idea how much more I want.”
Damn. Hell.
The rasp of his zipper was the only sound in the room. He didn’t loosen his jeans, just the zipper; then he drew the swollen shaft of his c**k free.
His dick was violently engorged, the crown so fiercely swollen it felt bruised.
“I’m going to f**k your throat,” he growled, his hand tightening as he held her hair, turned her, and pressed her down.