by Callie Croix
Reid’s heart thudded as he awaited her answer. The astonishment on her face made him want to curse. She really had no clue what she meant to him. But she would. By the end of the night, he vowed she’d never wonder again.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he whispered against the bridge of her nose, brushing a kiss over the abrasion there. He covered her face with soft kisses, touching every mark on her skin until he reached her mouth, nibbling at her luscious lower lip that glistened with a faint sheen of gloss. She leaned forward and tried to deepen the kiss but he eased his head away, denying her.
His hands at her back kept her torso tight against him. He itched to run them over all those sweet, soft curves hidden by the folds of the robe. The combined scents of her shampoo and the musky vanilla perfume she wore drove him crazy. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he’d thought of her every day they’d been apart. Over there he’d finally realized that Becca was the only woman he’d ever want to come home to after a mission or deployment.
He needed this more than his next breath, but she had to put herself in his control first. Something he wasn’t sure she was ready to give, considering how he’d hurt her, though he hadn’t done it intentionally. Unfortunately his explanation wouldn’t mean shit to her until later. Much later, after he’d taken care of the deep hunger that lurked beneath her independent, sophisticated exterior and shown her exactly how much she could trust him with her body and her innermost desires. This time he wouldn’t settle for anything less than everything she had to give.
And that meant claiming her whole heart.
Staring up at him with heated blue eyes made even sultrier by her makeup, Becca considered him for several long moments before giving a hesitant nod. “Yes.”
Biting back a victorious growl, he bent and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was pure hunger and fire. He tangled his hands in the silky fall of her dark hair, fisting them tightly. Becca didn’t hold back. She moaned and sucked on his tongue, rubbing the back of her head against his fists. That proof of how much she loved his show of authority ramped his desire even higher. Reid bunched and unbunched his fingers, giving her more of the tiny burn she craved each time he pulled on the smooth strands.
Her uninhibited response made the pleasure rage hotter. She gave a soft little mewl and slid her hands over his arms and back, the enjoyment clear on her face. Her fingers kneaded the muscles across his shoulders and down his spine, skimming down to sink into his ass and pull his raging cock tighter against her abdomen. Reid palmed her hip with one hand and kissed her harder, deeper, wanting to bend her over the foot of that four-poster bed and fuck her until she sobbed out his name and exploded around his cock. Only the burning need to fulfill the fantasy stopped him from doing just that. Because something much more critical than satisfying their physical needs was at stake here.
He had to get in her head, figure out exactly how far she wanted him to push her tonight. What she’d revealed in that naughty email had been one hell of an eye-opener, and the images she’d planted in his brain had tortured him ever since. He’d never realized just how much more she needed from him in bed than he’d given her, or that he didn’t have to hold back anymore. The all-important punch line from her email reverberated in his head, made him break out in a sweat.
I want you to tie me down and take me. Force me to lose control.
Holy fuck, did he want that.
Part of him was still stunned that she craved it though. In his wildest fantasies he’d never imagined she’d be into rough sex, let alone long to give up that degree of control to him during sex. Thinking about it had driven him insane over the last few weeks. He’d kill for another taste of her, for the chance to let the hunger loose. The accident forced him to modify things a little. He wasn’t going to tie her to the bed after what she’d just been through.
Reid kissed her hard and deep, aching to give her everything she needed. He wanted to watch her surrender, addict her to being dependent on him for her pleasure and cement the bond they’d formed before he shipped out this last time. He wanted to earn the right to a permanent place in her heart, starting now. His fist tightened in the softness of her hair, gently compelling her to arch her neck a bit as his lips traced a path to her ear.
“Ohhh,” she gasped, rubbing her pelvis against his rigid cock. “Mmm, Reid, hurry.”
He pushed a thigh between hers and squeezed her ass, forcing her to ride his leg.
She came up on her toes and held his hips tighter. “Reid…” Her voice was husky, breathless.
“What, baby?” He whispered it against her parted lips, imagining how good they would feel wrapped around his cock as she sucked him off. While on her knees, hands tied behind her back, those big blue eyes staring up at him, hungry for his pleasure. “You need me?”
Her grip tightened, the desperate bite of her fingers through his jeans conveying the true depth of her need. “I want you.”
Good enough for now. “Then come here.”
Without releasing her he maneuvered her to the foot of her bed and turned her so she faced the tall, antique cheval mirror in the corner of the room. It looked exactly like she’d described it. His pulse thudded dully in his head, the throb in his cock nearly unbearable. Oh, the things he’d do to her. What she’d asked for and then some, because he needed to make her surrender completely. From the day he’d met her at that wedding, he’d known she was different from any other woman he’d been with. Becca was smart. Classy. Confident. And somehow she’d fallen for him, not his Trident.
Even after finding out what he was, she’d never treated him any differently. He wasn’t a trophy she wanted to show off. She was openly proud of him and genuinely interested in what he did, yet she was protective of his status, too. She asked all kinds of questions and did research on her own, all in an effort to understand him. It amazed him. The way she conducted herself and her work ethic had earned his undying respect. Add in the phenomenal sex, and it was no wonder he’d fallen so hard so fast.
He watched in the oval shaped mirror as she licked her lips, moistening the full curves in a nervous gesture that belied the wild gleam in her eyes. “Are you sore?” he asked, wanting to be sure she was ready for this. Even if she wasn’t feeling the effects of the accident right now, she probably would in the morning.
She shook her head slightly. Those plump lips parted in anticipation, her full breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Reid pressed tighter to her back, his erection snug against her ass as his arms locked around her waist. “You’re shaking,” he said softly against her ear, loving that she didn’t try to hide what she was feeling. He knew the tremors in her muscles had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the anticipation that had her whole body strung taut. She was waiting, wondering what he would do to her.
Wondering if he would really make her fantasy come true.
“Scared, sweetheart?” He couldn’t resist the edge of a taunt.
Slowly she shook her head again. Reid smiled to himself, watching her eyes in the mirror. She might be nervous about what he intended, about how far he’d push her, but deep down she wasn’t afraid of him. Though he was twice her size and strong enough to take anything he wanted, she had to know he would never hurt her. He’d cut out his heart before harming her.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her temple to breathe in her heady scent for a moment, letting his breath brush against her ear. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Imagining she might be naked beneath that robe made him want to tear it off her. He could hardly wait to see her lush, bare curves and know she was his for the taking, any way he wanted her. And that she wanted it as desperately as he did.
She quivered at the deliberately husky, sexual tone he used. “Thanks.”
Reid trailed his fingertips from the nape of her neck to her waist and around her belly, where
she’d tied the robe closed. “But you’ll look even better naked.”
The pulse in her throat leaped hard against his lips as he undid the knot and pulled the ends apart, slowly, the hushed sound of sliding fabric loud in the stillness. His knuckles barely grazed her skin, skimming across her smooth belly as he drew the robe apart. He made a purring sound when he touched the bare flesh below her navel, fascinated by the goose bumps that broke out across her delicate skin. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“No,” she whispered roughly, the excited tremor in her voice telling him she was as into this as he was. Already turned on, and he’d barely started.
Fuck, that was hot.
He trailed his fingers back up her midline to part the halves of her robe and drew it away from her shoulders. Fighting to keep his breathing steady, Reid held her gaze in the tall mirror and drew the moment out. Becca stood unmoving in his embrace, allowing him to take the lead, watching him with eyes that seethed with unspoken needs she’d repressed for too long. Desires he was only too happy to reveal and fulfill.
The soft, fluffy fabric slid down over her skin, revealing the pale slope of her shoulders, the tempting upper curves of her breasts. His appreciative growl echoed throughout the silent room. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, but otherwise she didn’t move. The show of acquiescence sent another bolt of lust through him, because he knew it was just for him.
He shifted his grip and eased the robe down farther, revealing the glory of her pink-tipped breasts, the shallow indent of her navel in the center of her softly rounded abdomen. Her full, generous curves begged for the grip of his hands, the nip of his teeth before his tongue soothed the sensual little stings. He stilled his palm against her bare midriff for a moment, pressing to calm the nerves he sensed in her while he prolonged the moment a little longer. She stared into the mirror at his hands the whole time, those gorgeous breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. Finally he tangled his fingers in the folds of the robe to ease it past her hips, pausing there for a long moment before at last exposing the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair between her thighs.
Reid hummed against the back of her neck and let the robe fall beyond her rounded thighs, staring at the sight of his tanned hand on her satiny skin. She didn’t squirm or offer a single protest, didn’t attempt to cover herself. Her confidence and complete lack of self-consciousness about her body were refreshing and unbelievable turn-ons. Releasing his grip, the soft material pooled around her feet, leaving her naked body bared to him.
Reid’s jaw tightened as he took in the magnificent sight of her. Fucking hell, his cock hurt. He rubbed the hand on her belly in a slow circle, the touch at once soothing and possessive. She was his, and he wanted her to feel it in every cell of her delectable body. “You’re so sexy like this,” he whispered against her shoulder. “Know what I’m gonna do to you?”
Becca’s lashes fluttered, her hard swallow giving him his answer. Oh yeah, she knew how this went. Because he was giving her exactly what she’d asked him for in that email.
Only, this wasn’t just for her. Being in command gave Reid the control he loved so much, and he wanted to explore just how far he could take her into the heart of her submissive fantasies. Nothing hard-core. This was about power, the wielding and surrendering of it. Becca was a strong, confident woman. To find out her tastes in the bedroom aligned so well with his was an unexpected gift. What else was she keeping from him about her fantasies? He intended to unlock every last one of her secrets.
“You sure?” He gave her one final chance to back out.
She gave a tiny nod, acknowledging her acceptance, her willingness to put herself into his care. Something tightened in his chest.
“Where’s the bag?” he rasped, battling the surge of lust ripping through his body.
She didn’t pretend to misunderstand him. “In the drawer of my bedside table,” she answered, voice rough with arousal.
“Stay right here.” He nipped at the back of her neck before covering the small distance to the bedside table. Pulling it open, he retrieved the purple satin bag she’d described in her fantasy. When he glanced back, he found her gaze fastened on it with rapt attention, her little pink tongue once again darting out to moisten her lips. Blood pounded thick and hot in his veins as he turned toward her. He drank in the sensual shape of her body, the dark triangle that covered her pussy. She loved it when he went down on her. It’d been way too long. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her sweetness again.
Crossing the hardwood floor to where she waited silently, Reid stepped behind her and crowded tight against her back, touching her from nape to calves. The softness of her curves melded to his body as he drew her tighter into his embrace with both arms around her waist. He prolonged that moment too, knowing she was thinking about what was in the bag and wondering how he’d use it on her.
“I’m going to make you need it,” he whispered, loving this dark new edge between them. “I want to see you out of control and begging before I give you what you want.”
A fine shiver wracked her body. Jesus, he was so hard from merely saying the words. What would happen when he put his hands and mouth all over her? Finally slid his cock into her? They’d both incinerate from the heat they’d unleashed. Provided he could hold out long enough to make her come before him this first time, he’d happily go up in flames for her.
Humming low in his throat, Reid placed a slow line of kisses along her jaw, down the side of her neck. He teased her with his tongue, gliding over her skin gently, the careful scrape of his teeth hinting at the driving lust he was holding back to ensure he gave her what she needed.
She arched her head to the side with a gasp, demanding more. “Reid, put your hands on me.”
His lips curved against her neck in a slow smile. “Begging already?” He hadn’t even started playing with her yet.
“Guess I am,” she answered breathlessly. “I want you so much I can’t stand it.”
“You’ll have to stand it, because I’m going to make you work for it tonight.” The sensual threat fanned the need raging inside him. He wouldn’t make this first orgasm easy for her, just as he knew she wouldn’t make the surrender easy. The power struggle only made it hotter for them both. Reid kissed the top of her bare shoulder and Becca closed her eyes, leaning back into his strength with a shuddering sigh.
That show of trust turned him inside out. He layered open-mouthed kisses to the side of her jaw, over her chin to the edge of her lips. “C’mere.”
Before she could respond, he tugged her backward toward the bed and sat on the edge facing the mirror. He closed his hands around her firm waist and brought her full, naked bottom onto his lap, positioning her ass against the rock-hard ridge of his cock trapped in the confines of his jeans. Breathing fast, she stayed motionless when he placed a firm hand low on her abdomen for a moment then reached between his shoulder blades to peel his T-shirt up and over his head. She made a small sound of need when he tossed it aside, partially twisting in his arms to try and face him. He stopped her by pressing his hand more firmly into her belly.
“Watch in the mirror,” he commanded softly. He’d give her every last detail of the fantasy she’d laid out, make it as real as he could.
Tipping her head back to search his eyes for a moment, Becca finally turned to face the mirror. Even in the dim reflection, he could see how tan his sun-darkened hand was against her paler skin. The ridges and contours of his muscles were outlined by the mellow glow of the streetlamp outside her window, as was her softer silhouette.
The feel of her bare skin and her luscious ass pressed against his groin when he knew what was coming made it hard to breathe. “So pretty,” he murmured, idly tracing the lines of her collarbone with one finger, wandering lower until he teased the tops of her breasts. Her nipples peaked in response. Releasing a breath, Becca squirmed in
his lap and arched her back, silently asking for more.
He smiled against her nape. “Your nipples are hard.”
Exhaling, she nodded, never taking her eyes off his hands moving delicately across her skin.
“They need to be touched, don’t they? Squeezed just the way you like.”
She murmured in response, a sexy little purr that made his cock throb. He knew what she liked because he’d taken the time to find out long before they’d finally slept together. She loved to be touched, craved physical affection with an intensity that had startled him at first. And he also knew how much it turned her on when he talked dirty to her. He’d never been much of a talker during sex before, but seeing how hot it made her, it was quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do.
Caressing the satin-smooth mounds that quivered beneath his touch, he feathered his fingers just above her nipples and pitched his voice low. “They need my mouth. My tongue stroking them. My teeth.” His words made her tremble, but he kept pushing. He knew she loved the sensual edge as much as he did. “Don’t they?”
Lips parted, eyes glittering back at him in the mirror, she nodded.
He couldn’t wait another second. The full globes rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the tips rosy and hard, begging for attention. Poised naked on his lap with her long hair spilling around them and her lips parted like she couldn’t catch her breath, she looked wanton. Erotic. Exactly the way he’d imagined she would.
“You wanted me to tie you up, and I will, but not tonight. Tonight my hands and voice will be the rope. Understand?” He was relieved when she nodded and relaxed. Reid nipped a tendon at her nape. “Put your hands behind my neck and arch your back. Offer those gorgeous tits to me.”
The hoarse demand and the way she sucked in her breath made the ache in his cock intensify. Lifting her palms from the thick duvet, Becca did as he’d commanded, raising her arms and lacing her fingers behind his neck. The position held her naked breasts up for his hungry gaze. His hands flexed along the sides of her ribcage.
