Snatching off his sunglasses, he got nose to nose with her and snarled, “You ever pull a stunt like that again and I’ll kill you myself.”
Several things struck her at once—his impressively broad chest, his strong shoulders and his incredibly thick neck. I wonder if he has hair on his chest or if it’s smooth and lickable. She swallowed hard and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. It was impossible to tell through the loose-fitting knit shirt, but she did know one thing. His lips, now pulled into a thin, tight line, were definitely kissable.
Dear God, what am I thinking?
This was why she avoided him. He confused her. His overbearing personality and often alarming intensity scared her. Despite that, with nothing more than a heated look, he made her body hum and purr like a well-tuned engine. And right now she wanted to strip and lick him like a Tootsie Roll Pop.
She pulled her gaze away from his mouth and looked into his eyes. She’d always considered her chocolate eyes dark, but his were black as lumps of coal and equally cold. Completely devoid of any emotion.
Her stomach dropped and her chest ached. Seeing him remain completely unaffected while she suffered through a heat wave, hurt and pissed her off. However, she’d never allow him to know it, so she hid her hurt the only way she knew how, with her smart mouth and in-your-face attitude.
She pushed her breasts forward until they were pressing into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re supposed to protect my body.” She pressed against him harder. “Whatcha gonna do? Handcuff me so I’ll behave?”
An intoxicatingly predatory smile shattered his hard expression and he leaned in close to her ear. “Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart,” he threatened, the raspy rumble sending warm breath down the side of her neck and a cold shiver racing down her spine. “You might get it.”
Nikki fisted her hands at her sides and fought the urge to grab onto him as his spicy scent, hot body and gravelly voice filled her with a disturbing sensation.
Desire.
Reckless, nearly uncontrollable desire.
While Nikki searched for words—something she never, ever had to do—he hooked his fingers under her elbow and led her around to the passenger side. Opening the door, he said, “I’m driving from here on out.” Then he unleashed a smile that reeked of wicked intent and self-assured arrogance. “And I’m betting you learn to behave even without the handcuffs.”
Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman—with toys.
On His Knees
© 2009 Beth Williamson
Private Lives, Book 1
Renny Johnson has no idea why her ex-husband broke into her house in the middle of the night. She plans to find out—right after he wakes up from a close encounter with his own baseball bat. As long as she’s got him tied up, she might as well make him answer every unanswered question about their divorce.
Nicholas sneaked into the house, hoping to retrieve his precious autographed bat without having to face Renny’s wrath. He didn’t expect her to knock him out with it. Then again, who can blame her? He left her to take a walk on the wild side, to search for that missing something he thought he couldn’t find in his marriage.
Now that he’s completely at her mercy, he’s about to find out how merciless—and how incredibly sexy—his ex can be. The night becomes a wild roller coaster ride of amazing sex, dominance and submission, and maybe the beginning of a brand new chapter in their lives.
Unless the flames burn out of control…
Warning: This title contains a dominant woman, a sexy submissive man, and lots of nekkid, smokin’ hot sex.
Enjoy the following excerpt for On His Knees:
A surge of excitement danced across Nicholas’s skin. Renny was different…stronger, firmer, more in control. The very things he hadn’t even recognized he needed until he visited Nirvana. Now he knew he was a sub by nature. A sub in need of a Dom, and he hoped like hell Renny was open to the idea. He wouldn’t give her too much detail up front, just enough to have a taste of what could be between them.
She picked up the scissors and, to his utter surprise, started cutting his clothes off. Now that was something he’d never expected. The cold steel of the scissors slowly slid up his overheated skin, and he shuddered with longing. Who knew his mousy ex-wife would end up being the woman he wanted so badly his teeth ached? His heart had known all along, had refused to give up on her. Perhaps it wasn’t too late.
“What are you doing?”
Renny glanced at him. “Making you naked.”
“Why don’t you just take my clothes off instead of cutting them off?” His breath caught on the last word when the scissors flicked one nipple.
She stopped immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” He was in danger of blowing another load in his pants though.
She pulled the remnants of his shirt off, then leaned down and bit his hardened nipples. “Mmm, much better.”
Nicholas let out a shaky breath, hoping like hell this wasn’t just punishment. He wanted so much more, craved more, needed more.
Shifting down his body, Renny let her breasts press into his thigh. He couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. He swore he heard her chuckle.
The scissors started again on his pants and he didn’t stop her. Didn’t say a damn word or even move. Instead he lay there, getting harder by the minute.
Snip, snip, snip.
Working her way up his pant leg, Renny nibbled and scraped her teeth on the exposed skin. It was the weirdest yet most sensual experience of his life. By the time she’d shredded his pants, he shook with need. Her eyebrows shot up when she discovered he’d gone commando.
“No panties, Nicky?” she mocked him.
A slow flush crept up his cheeks. “It’s more comfortable.”
She stared at his erection and licked her lips. “I like it.” As she settled her wet cunt against his cock, he hissed along with her. After a moment of the skin-against-skin sizzle, she placed her hands against his chest and stared into his eyes. “Tell me about the club. Don’t make me tie you up again.”
One eyebrow rose. “Maybe later.”
A flash of surprise preceded a vixenish grin. “Is that something you learned at Nirvana?”
“Yes.”
She leaned closer and her newly cropped hair brushed his jaw. “What else did you learn?”
“May I touch you?”
She blinked then nodded. “You may.”
He reached up to cup her ample breasts, the nipples diamond-hard against his hands. His mouth longed to pleasure them, but one step at a time. One small step at a time, even if it killed him.
“That feels good,” she breathed. “Pinch them.”
His heart skipped a beat at the command. God, to hear the love of his life speaking in that tone of voice was a dream come true. Nicholas parted the folds of the bathrobe and placed his hands on her heated skin. He couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled straight down his arms to his balls. Rolling the nipples between his fingers, he gently thrust his hips upward, pressing hardness into softness, cock to pussy.
She caught his rhythm and pushed down against him. When he flicked one nipple with his nails, she slapped his hand.
“No. Naughty boy.” She waggled her finger at him.
He was surprised, yet pleased she reacted as she did. Renny certainly showed signs of being a natural dominant.
“May I lick them?”
“No, you may not.”
A test. Definitely a test. He continued pinching and teasing her, never stopping or changing his position. Renny was catching on. Thank God.
“I’m not sure I quite understand what’s happening, but it damn sure feels good,” she said huskily.
Nicholas smiled. “You’re taking control. Do you like it?”
She pushed her breasts against his hands and looked down into his eyes. “The question is, do you?”
A million questions flew through his mind, followed by one answer.
“Yes.”
Renny felt like she was in a different dimension, one where she and Nicholas had never separated, never gone to bed without kissing each other good night, and never ended their relationship with a whimper.
Surges of pure Grade-A arousal raced through her, making every hair on her body stand at attention. Her heart thumped hard and fast, making her a bit lightheaded. This wasn’t the languid arousal that affected her when she used her new sex toys. It was more like turning music on really loud and shocking body and brain into action at once.
Her arousal grew strong and heavy, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It had to do with the way Nicholas was giving her control, letting her tell him what to do. She felt powerful, sexy and incredibly feminine. At the same time, she felt out of control because she didn’t know what to do. She followed her instincts and his gentle prodding.
As it was, she was on the verge of an orgasm from simply having him touch her breasts.
“What’s next…Mistress?”
The name skipped across her skin like a caress. Mistress.
“Why did you call me that?” She sat back, forcing herself to pull her breasts from his amazing hands.
He stared hard at her ripe nipples before meeting her gaze. “I wanted to. Do you think you can be a Mistress?”
“What does it mean to be a Mistress?” She sure liked the sound of power. It turned her on like she couldn’t believe. Curiosity, arousal and downright naughtiness swirled around inside her.
His hands twitched on her legs, as if he couldn’t sit still, as if he wanted to put them back on her breasts but didn’t want to without permission.
“It means you tell me what to do, what to feel, how to pleasure you. And I obey.”
Obey.
“You do what I tell you to do?”
“Yes.”
“You do nothing without me telling you to do it?”
“Yes.”
“I am Mistress.”
“I am yours.”
A shiver worked its way down her body to land squarely in her pussy, which throbbed and clenched with excitement. She’d never known the very thought of having a man be at her command would engender the most intense feelings of longing she’d ever had.
“Good. Then you may touch my breasts again and this time, use your mouth.”
The eagerness in his eyes almost undid her. He pulled the robe off her shoulders, a soft caress of silk on her overheated body. Fingertips lightly traced a path down her arms to circle her nipples. She held her breath until she grew lightheaded. When his fingers finally reached the sensitive tips, she moaned.
“Does that feel good, Mistress?”
“Mmmmm, yes.” She leaned forward, eager for the next step.
He didn’t disappoint her. The first touch of his hot tongue felt like fire on her skin. Then there was a storm of wicked laving, followed by sucking that echoed through her body. Sweet, wet pleasure. She wanted more though. Much more.
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