by Jo Davis
“Considering what you’ve been through, you don’t look all that tired, tough guy.”
“Two weeks of forced abstinence is excruciating torture to a man like me. I need you, baby.”
“You’ve got me, however you want.”
“Strip for me,” he said hoarsely.
Oh, she’d make this worth the wait. She wanted to see him squirm. Holding his gaze, she peeled off her blouse and tossed it away. Her fingers toyed with the front clasp of her bra for a few moments, then flicked it. Freed from their confines, the tips of her nipples puckered in the cool air of the bedroom, hardening to eager points. Ready for his touch. But not yet.
The bra followed her blouse, and she reclined on the pillows. Giving him a sultry look from under her lashes, she took the small nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Rolling them, playing with them until they had tightened into even more impressive peaks than before. Not nearly as impressive as her lover’s erection, however, which cranked up several notches.
His chest rose and fell unevenly, and he knelt on the spread at her feet. “Emma ...”
“Not yet.”
Next, she unzipped her jeans and slid them down, along with her panties. She let Blaze pull them off, but when he started toward her, she shook her head, loving the control he was giving her. His groan of pent-up sexual frustration heated her blood, giving her wicked new inspiration.
Knees bent, she slowly opened her legs, spreading them wide. With her middle finger, she touched herself. Rubbed all around sensually, collecting the first pearls of moisture, parting herself for his viewing pleasure.
“Jesus,” he gasped, practically salivating.
His golden eyes darkened when she pushed the finger inside, stroking. Completely exposed before him, she felt powerful. Wanton.
Relaxed, she savored the feeling of wielding that power over a man who embodied the word. Of reducing him to a feral beast, quivering, barely restrained. But any beast will pounce when pushed too far, and he was ready. She wasn’t about to put him off any longer.
Taking her ankle, he lifted her foot and tickled her instep with light kisses. The pleasant tingling became tiny erotic flashes when he began to use his tongue, and she sucked in a surprised breath. She hadn’t known feet could be sexy—but that was before Blaze.
He kissed and licked a path up her calf, then the inside of her thigh. Lingering, he raised his dark head. “Sweet little witch. I’ll show you what happens when you torment your master. You’re going to beg to have me inside you by the time I’m finished.”
“Prove it.”
The man had nothing to prove, damn him! The instant his tongue found the center of her, lapping at her sensitive clit, she melted. With each expert swipe the pressure built, unraveling her.
“Ooh, yes!” She fisted her hands in his hair, arched her back, seeking. Needing more.
He fastened his mouth to her, setting her body afire. Shattering her control. Drinking in her surrender. Mastering his woman and making her beg, as promised.
“Sir, please!”
He lifted his head, a dark predator, eyes glittering with lust. “Please, what?”
“Make love to me!”
He rose over her, covering her body with his, the muscles of his chest and arms standing in relief under his bronzed skin. Nestling between her thighs, he probed her entrance, then pushed himself into her slick heat.
Gathering her against his chest, he held her tight, resting his cheek on top of her head. The gesture was fiercely protective and oddly sweet. He cradled her like a treasure and began to move, each thrust deeper, deeper, until they became one body, one soul.
Her arms went around him, hands clinging to his broad back. He filled her in every sense, his lovemaking transcending mere sex as always. Bringing them together to complete the mystical bond between man and woman.
He drove into her again and again, the intensity increasing, sweeping them away on a molten tide. He lunged once, twice, then went rigid. They exploded together, his body shuddering as he spent himself.
She wasn’t sure how long they remained locked together, but she relished the security of his strong limbs wrapped around her. Of being safe. With Blaze, she didn’t have to be a tough SHADO agent in a man’s world. She could be a woman, too. Safe and desired. Loved.
At last, she’d found heaven on earth. She’d happily spend the rest of her life loving him. Smiling, she combed her fingers through his inky hair. “Wow. I knew there was a reason I hooked up with a master lover, so to speak.”
“And you have me for as long as you want me, baby.”
“How about forever?”
“I think I can cope with that just fine. I love you, Emma.”
“And I love you. We got our happy ending, handsome.”
“No, our happy beginning.”
She thought of Michael, still struggling back from the brink, and sent out a silent wish that he’d find his beginning, too. She refused to think of Dietz still out there somewhere, posing a threat to them all. He had no place here, today, amid their joy.
“Yes, you’re exactly right,” she told him. “No endings allowed here.”
“That’s right. This is our home, and our lives, starting now. I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.” He paused, grinning. “Especially since you lost our bet.”
“What? When?”
“I bet you that by the end of our assignment, if you didn’t love every part of being my sub, I’d be your sub for as long as you wanted,” he said smugly.
She remembered and let out a playful groan. “Oh, damn! I wanted you at my mercy indefinitely.”
“Believe me, baby, you have me at your mercy. Forever.”
His mouth captured hers, sealing the vow in a sizzling kiss, filling every corner of her soul.
Seemed she’d come out on top after all. Now, that was a position she could get behind.
Again and again.
About the Author
Jo Davis spent sixteen years in the public school trenches before she left teaching to pursue her dream of becoming a full-time writer. An active member of Romance Writers of America, she’s been a multiple finalist for the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, has captured the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit, and has a book optioned for a major motion picture. She lives in Texas with her husband and two children. Visit her Web site at www.JoDavis.net.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
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Nine
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Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
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Seventeen
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