Bound and Determined (9 page)

His groan went straight to her core.

Her hips started to move, seeking to get closer, wanting more intimate contact. He didn’t disappoint, giving her what she sought and working his magic until she was so excited she didn’t know what to do with herself. Oh God, doing this here was so risky, but she desperately wanted to free his cock and impale herself on him right here, right now.

He worked a finger into her, then two, building the pressure. If he didn’t stop she’d come right here in the shop, she was so close already. But he didn’t let up, devouring her mouth while his fingers worked inside of her, building the fire higher until the flames skirted the very edge, holding her captive to the suspended moment. He didn’t leave her there long. His thumb pressed into her clit and she flew over the top, convulsing around his fingers, burying her face in his neck to muffle her scream of release.

When the shudders stilled she pulled back and looked at Marcus in stunned silence. She couldn’t believe he’d done that to her right here in the shop, even if she
had
dared him. And not without cost to himself. His eyes burned with unspent passion and his hard cock throbbed against her hip. “I take it back. You’re no chicken.”

“Damned right.” He kissed her and pulled back. “By the way, you can dare me to do that anytime. But if you think this is over, you’re fooling yourself. We’re going to continue this at my place after work.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”

He pointedly lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her essence off them. Her vagina spasmed from the erotic sight. “I have reason to be. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll have lost count of how many times you’ve screamed your release.”

Her pussy clenched again in response, and she bit her lip in breathless anticipation. He gave her a sexy grin so rakish he reminded her of a pirate. And she had the strong suspicion that he was going to take what he wanted like a pirate. Damn the consequences.

She could hardly wait.

Chapter Ten

She’d died and gone to heaven.

Sinking lower into the fabulous bath Marcus had run for her, Asia felt every muscle in her body relax. He’d fed her to-die-for fettuccine soon after they’d gotten to his place, so she was pleasantly full and happy and now she was enjoying her favorite thing in the world.

She had no idea how long she’d been in there but her fingers and toes were starting to go pruny, telling her she should get up soon. Instead, she let her head fall back against the tub, loath to move.

A quick rap on the door preceded Marcus’s entrance. Without moving her head, she glanced his way. He looked comfortable and sexy as hell in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He had to be the only man alive who could pull the look off.

“You ready for me to wash your hair?”

“Does it entail movement of any kind on my part?”

He grinned. “I’m afraid so, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

His eagerness had her eying him suspiciously. “You’re just going to wash my hair, right?”

He didn’t answer, but the sinful glint in his eyes didn’t bode well for that outcome.

She watched as he grabbed a chair from the bedroom and set it behind the clawfoot tub. Next he squirted a dollop of shampoo into his hands. “Lean forward.”

She did as he asked. Before long, the soothing feel of his strong fingers methodically working shampoo into her hair was her entire world. Occasionally adding water to bring out the suds, he massaged her scalp with unbelievable thoroughness until every last hair follicle on her head was as relaxed as the rest of her body. The man really did have magic fingers.

“You could make a living doing this.”

He chuckled and continued massaging her scalp. “You think so?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Well, I don’t do this for just anyone.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. You’re my first.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it. Now relax, I’ll take care of everything.”

A contented sigh whispered past her lips as his magical fingers continued massaging her scalp and her nape, even slipping down to work her neck and shoulder muscles loose.

“Feel good?”

She was too relaxed for words. “Um hmm.”

“Good.”

He continued his bewitching ministrations until she almost nodded off.

“Lean your head back so I can rinse out the soap.”

Warm water ran through the strands of her soapy hair, until all the suds were gone. Bonelessness pervaded her body, as if he’d also rinsed away all the tension from the robbery and the last few days.

She’d never been so wonderfully pampered and taken care of by a man.

Marcus wrapped a towel around her head. “Okay, time to get out.”

She groaned. “Do I have to?”

He chuckled. “Yes, you do. Pretty soon it won’t just be your fingers and toes that are pruny.”

And wouldn’t that be attractive. Conceding defeat, she rose and stepped out of the water while he enveloped her with a huge fluffy towel.

He patted her dry, lavishing special attention on her breasts and pussy until every inch of her skin was tingling and turned on. Then he wrapped the towel around her and tucked in a corner close to her breast.

Their eyes caught and he winked.

“Why don’t you finish drying off and I’ll go get us some wine.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

He left and she pushed herself to towel dry her hair. It was the one advantage to having naturally curly hair that she only had to scrunch it in her fingers for the curls to set up again. They’d be a little wilder than usual without her hair defrizzing products to tame them, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that.

She headed into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She should get dressed, but she was so sublimely relaxed she couldn’t make herself do it. In fact, she could barely keep her eyes open at all. She rubbed them to try to wake up, but it didn’t work. She had to rest for a minute. Just one short minute. Then she’d be ready for action. Really.

Marcus whistled in the kitchen while he uncorked the wine and grabbed a couple of glasses to take upstairs. He didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she turned him on like no other woman ever had. He’d had a hell of a time fighting off the urge to crawl into the tub and take her right there. But his goal tonight was to pamper her and let her know without words that he valued her for more than just sex. Even if he did want to make love to her until they both passed out.

He took the stairs two at a time and came to an abrupt halt once he stepped into the bedroom. He placed the wine and glasses on a dresser and stepped closer to the bed.

So much for his big seduction plans.

Asia was sound asleep on top of the blankets, her fist tucked under her chin. She looked so peaceful and sweet. Beautiful.

His heart did a funny flip and he unconsciously rubbed the center of his chest. No way could he wake her. She was obviously exhausted. And although she hid it well, he knew she was still stressed out over the robbery. She needed the rest.

He pulled back the blankets and tucked her in after removing the towel from around her lush body. She never even stirred.

He stripped off his clothes and got into bed next to her. Gathering her snug against him, he kissed the top of her head and lay there holding her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

For now, he was content to do just that. Well, his cock wasn’t. It had other ideas, but aside from that, he was good. Better than good. And it was more than a little scary because he knew he was getting in deep with this woman.

He had begun to think he’d never find the right woman for him, and now he had a strong suspicion Asia was the woman he’d been looking for.

He just had to convince Asia that he was the right guy for her.

Asia could get used to this.

Being warm and secure in a man’s arms after a good night’s sleep, what could be better?

She wriggled her butt back into Marcus, thrilled to the feel of his hard cock nestled in the groove of her ass. His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.

Oh yeah, she could get used to this all right.

She wriggled into him again. “You’re up.”

His slow chuckle did wicked things to her insides. “In more ways than one. You inspire me.”

She grinned and turned over to face him. “I can see that.”

He removed his arm from around her waist and trailed his fingers down her breast, making her nipples harden. He didn’t dally there long, instead skimming across her belly to bury them in her nether curls. Her stomach muscles clenched in anticipation.

He didn’t disappoint. Nor did he make her wait as he slid farther, back and forth across her already slippery wet folds. “I see I inspire you too.”

Her breath hitched. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry I fell asleep on you again last night.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me now. Put your leg over my hip.”

Intrigued, she did as he asked. “Like this?”

He growled his approval. “
Just
like that.”

As if rewarding her, he slid a finger into her vagina, thrusting in and retreating, adding another digit and another.

“God, that feels
so
good.”

Her hips started to move in counterpoint and the exquisite rhythm created a slow burn that drove her higher with each thrust of his fingers. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”

He nipped her shoulder, then soothed the skin with his tongue. “I’m counting on it.”

He continued the provocative cadence until she writhed against his fingers, dancing there on the crest. She hung in exquisite anticipation until he pinched her clit and she surged over the top in waves of bliss.

While she strove to catch her breath, Marcus reached over her shoulder and nabbed a condom off the night table. Sheathed in seconds, he thrust into her slowly, inexorably. Completely.

They both groaned. His hand on her hip, he started to move and the divine fullness, together with the teasing friction, had her moaning. She didn’t think she had it in her but the excitement started building again.

She grabbed his ass, trying to make him move faster, deeper. He shook his head. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“But I don’t want to wait. I want to come.”

“You will.”

He pulled out and rolled onto his back, pulling her over him. “Get on top.”

A frisson of excitement danced through her body. She loved being on top.

Getting onto her knees, she lowered herself onto him until he was deep inside her. Deeper than he’d ever been before. She groaned at the exquisite fullness, grinding herself down onto him, causing a delicious friction on her clit at the same time. She rose and plunged down on him again.

He groaned. “I’m not going to last long this way.”

“Don’t worry about it. Neither will I.”

She started to lift for another stroke but instead of letting her move, he pulled her on top of him, kissing her with such exquisite thoroughness she thought she would melt.

His tongue ran along hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. Tasting her, learning her,
consuming
her.

Never before had she been kissed with such overwhelming intensity and deep absorption. Each drugging pass of his mouth, slide of his tongue, savage claiming of her lips built the powerful sensations coursing through her to a crescendo. The sheer eroticism of it pulled her under his intoxicating spell. She felt desired, worshipped, taken. It was bliss and ecstasy times a thousand. If she’d died without experiencing this kiss, she would have missed something priceless beyond measure.

The groan built deep in her throat and she pushed her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Not wanting him to stop kissing her, but desperately wanting him moving inside of her too.

Of their own volition, her hips started to writhe. He didn’t move, but somehow he kept a constant pressure on her clit and she was so close to exploding she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it and pulled her head away to break the kiss. “God, if I don’t start moving right now I’m going to die.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

But instead of letting her up, Marcus grabbed her hips and raised them until the head of his cock slipped out. She almost cried at the loss until his scorching-hot cock touched her clit, sliding over it, building the exquisite sensations to an unbearable degree before slipping back inside.

“
Oh my.
” That was amazing.

“Keep doing that.”

She did, quickly getting the hang of the perfect circular motion she needed to stimulate her clit against his hot, hard cock. It wasn’t long before the tantalizing movement sent her soaring over the top once more.

Without waiting, he flipped her over and thrust home, pounding into her, just the way she needed him to. The heavenly pressure building until she was so close she knew she would fly apart at any second. But not yet. The knife edge of dizzying pleasure kept increasing until it was within her grasp. She was almost there. Teetering on the brink.

Marcus never let up. He continued to plunge hard and deep until she convulsed around him and came with an explosive scream. Her fingers dug into his ass. She swore she saw stars. But Marcus kept pumping into her until, with one last deep thrust, he let go, coming in an agonized groan.

He dropped down on top of her.

Between gasping breaths, he said, “
That
was unbelievable.”

She shook her head. “No,
that
was indescribable. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

As he rolled onto his back, he pulled her into his side. He didn’t say anything at first, then dipped down and kissed the top of her head. “Neither have I.”

She grinned. “I guess that’s what they call chemistry.”

“No, that’s called an atomic blast.”

She sighed in contentment. “Yeah.”

For a few minutes all was silent as they recouped their strength, but once she caught her breath, she felt fantastic. Sated, energized, ready to take on anything. She’d slept like a log and it had done her a world of good, and the sex hadn’t hurt either. She was revved up and primed for action.