Fever (28 page)

belongings had crept into his apartment.

She checked the time and knew he could be coming up the elevator even now. She quickened her

pace to the living room and carefully knelt on the plush carpet in a position that afforded her a view

of the elevator doors. She’d see him as soon as he stepped out, but more importantly, the very first

thing he’d see when he entered the apartment would be
her
. Waiting. Submissive. Giving him what he

most wanted from her.

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. Quiet descended in the apartment and only her soft

breathing could be heard. And then the sound of the elevator arriving. Her pulse quickened as the

doors slid open and she stared ahead, eager to see his face, his reaction when he saw her.

He stepped inside, briefcase in hand. He locked on to her immediately and the briefcase slid from

his grasp, hitting the floor with a soft thump.

“Baby,” he whispered.

Just one word but it conveyed a wealth of meaning. Surprise. Joy. Relief. Warmth flooded his eyes

and they immediately went dark with desire. His entire face softened when before there’d been lines

etched on his forehead and his jaw had been tense. He’d seemed distracted, as though he’d had a

hectic day at work.

All of that melted away as he strode toward her, his focus solely on her, his gaze never once

leaving her.

He stopped just in front of her, his hand delving into her hair, stroking through the strands before

cupping her cheek and caressing the line of her jaw.

“How long have you waited like this?” he asked softly.

She smiled, leaning into his touch. She was starved for it. An entire day of waiting and wanting.

Aching with need. Wanting to reaffirm what they’d already decided the night before. She wanted to

reassure him, but perhaps she needed that reassurance even more.

“Not long. You texted when you left the office. I waited a bit and then came into the living room,

here, so I could see you when you got off the elevator. So you could see me,” she finished quietly.

“Never seen a more beautiful sight when coming home from work, baby. Never thought I’d come

home to this. To you. Like this. So soft and sweet. You make me forget everything else but you and me

and the world we’ve created.”

“Good,” she said huskily. “I want that for you. You do so much for me. I want to do as much for

you.”

He smiled down at her, his fingers rubbing lightly over her lips. “You do. You’ve made my entire

day. Seeing you like this. I can’t even remember my crappy day or what happened at work. Don’t

even give a damn. Because now I’m here with you and nothing else matters.”

“I’m yours to command,” she murmured. “Tell me what you want, Jace.”

He hesitated, standing there, his eyes expressive, but he remained silent, almost as if he were

afraid to voice his thoughts. Then finally he spoke. Careful with his words.

“I know we talked about this last night, baby. I know you agreed. I know I laid it out. But I don’t

want to rush into this. I want to give you time to adjust to my expectations. I want you to be sure that

this is what you want. The very last thing I want is to overwhelm you. I want to take things slow.

Work up and take it a step at a time. I don’t doubt you. Don’t want you to think that. I’m going to be

careful with you because I care about you. I care about us. And I want us to last.”

Her heart went soft, the ache intensifying. A knot formed in her throat and it was hard to speak

around the growing emotion. “Don’t you know, Jace? When you say things like that it only makes me

want to please you even more. We don’t have to pull out all the stops the first day of this new

relationship. But I want to show you what I can be. What I want to be. For you. But not just for you.

For me too. I want this. You want this.
We
want this. So tell me how to please you. Give me the

words and let’s begin something new and special.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said bluntly. “Right here in the living room. I want you to suck my dick

with you on your knees looking so damn sweet and beautiful, your eyes glowing and soft. And then I

want to bend you over the couch, tie your hands behind your back and fuck you long and hard. And

then when I’ve come, I want to lay you out and make love to you like you’ve never been loved. I want

to eat that pussy and I want to suck your tits until you’re ready to come out of your skin.”

“Is that all?” she teased.

He grinned, some of the worry easing from his expression. “It’s all for now. There’s a whole hell

of a lot more I want to do to you—
will
do to you. But we’ve got all the time in the world and we

don’t have to do it all on the first day. We’ll take it slow and when I’m sure you’re with me all the

way, we’ll get there, baby. No doubt about that. I’m going to crop that ass, tie you up and fuck you in

every conceivable manner a man can fuck a woman. But for now, I just want those sweet lips around

my dick and then I’m going to dive into that warm, tight pussy.”

She shivered, her clit throbbing until she squirmed to alleviate the ache.

He gave her a knowing smile and then reached for the fly of his pants. He unfastened the button and

then lowered the zipper, the rasp sharp in her ears. He pulled his cock out, stroking it to hardness

with firm pulls, and then he tilted her chin up with his other hand.

“Open your mouth, baby. Take me inside and suck me off. Take me to the edge, but I’m not going to

come until I’m balls deep inside your pussy and you’re bent over the arm of the couch, ass perched

high in the air with your hands tied behind your back. That’s when I’m going to pump you so full of

my cum that it’ll run down your legs and I’m going to leave you that way just so I can stand back and

look at you, knowing you’re mine and that I just took what I own.”

She closed her eyes as he slid inside her mouth, the erotic images he’d described bombarding her

mind. His hands were gentle as he palmed her face, but his thrusts were not. It was an arresting

contradiction, his touch versus the force with which he fucked her mouth.

“Now this is the way a man likes to come home,” he whispered. “His woman waiting on her knees,

wanting only to pleasure him. Waiting for his command. Accepting whatever it is he tells her to do.

Fuck me, it doesn’t get any goddamn better than this, baby.”

She smiled around his cock, satisfaction gripping her, squeezing her heart until she was breathless.

She loved that she affected him this way. That he was so wild for her and that she pleased him as no

other woman had.

He thrust hard and then slowed, sliding more gently over her tongue, rubbing the tip over her lips

before plunging back inside the wetness of her mouth.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “And mine. Fucking
mine
. You belong to me. Only me. No one else

will ever have this, what I have, you on your knees, waiting for me to walk out of that elevator. If

other men only knew what I had, they’d be jealous sons of bitches. You’re a woman worth fighting

for, Bethany. Men would kill to possess what I own, even for an hour.”

His words sank deep and she soaked them up, holding them in the deepest part of her soul. Her

chest tightened and her throat knotted, making it hard for her to take his length.

He frowned and then withdrew, leaving only the tip resting on her bottom lip. “You okay?”

She nodded, unable to formulate a coherent response. How could she when she was perilously

close to tears? Happy tears. She was overwhelmed and not in a bad way. The very best way.

Overcome. She had no idea what to say, how to respond. She could only show him what those words

meant to her.

Leaning forward, she took the initiative and sucked him deep but then immediately glanced up,

gauging his reaction, to see if her boldness had angered him. He feathered a hand over her cheek and

smiled tenderly, almost as if he could read her every thought and knew just how affected she was by

all he’d said.

Holding her head in place, he thrust one more time, deeper, pushing to the back of her throat until it

convulsed around him. He let out a groan and then released her, pulling his cock from her mouth. Then

he reached down with both hands and curled them around hers, lacing their fingers together. He

pulled her carefully to her feet and remained in that one spot for a long moment while he waited to

ensure she had her footing.

“To the couch,” he said, his command stronger, holding more of an edge than before. “I want you to

lean over the arm, belly down, forehead touching the cushion. Ass in the air and your feet don’t touch

the floor.”

She swallowed and did as he’d dictated, positioning herself accordingly. He moved away, his

footsteps retreating into the bedroom while she waited eagerly for him to return. When he came back,

he carried a length of silken rope. Her arms were already twisted behind her, her hands resting at the

small of her back.

He gathered her wrists in his hands and then, holding them firm with one hand, he began to coil the

rope around them with the other. Though the rope was soft and nonabrasive, he tied it tight, binding

her effectively so she couldn’t move her hands.

“Seeing you this way . . . Baby, I don’t even have words. It’s a sight I’ll dream about at night when

you’re in my arms, sleeping next to me.”

His palm rubbed over her ass and then his other hand joined, caressing and then spreading her with

both hands until her pussy was spread wide.

He positioned himself at her opening but paused, holding the tip barely inside.

“I’m not going to be easy,” he warned. “Want you too much, baby. I’m having some pretty dark,

caveman thoughts at the moment. This is going to be fucking. Crude, down-and-dirty hard fucking.

When I’m done, then and only then, am I going to take care of you. But you don’t come until then. This

is for me. After is for you.”

Before she could even process his statement, he drove deep, thrusting inside in one forceful lunge

that took her breath away. Her entire pussy quivered and tingled. Arousal hummed through her veins.

Need, craving, stronger than any need for a fix she’d ever experienced. How was she supposed to get

through this without orgasming? She was ready to come
now
. Not whenever he finished slaking his

own desires and tended to her afterward.

He gave her a warning smack on the ass when she shook uncontrollably.

“Get it under control, baby. You don’t come yet. Disobey me and I’ll forget all about taking things

slow and I’ll put a crop to your ass.”

She groaned in frustration. Instead of dissuading her, his warning only fueled the fires of her lust

and she edged ever closer to ultimate release.

She bit into her lip and closed her eyes, focusing intensely on not giving in to her orgasm. It was the

hardest thing she’d ever attempted. She was unbelievably aroused and every thrust sent ripples of

pleasure cascading through her body.

“Want that ass too,” he growled. “But I’m too close. I’ll fuck it another time.”

Thank God
. She wouldn’t last even a minute longer and he was thrusting harder now, growing even

larger as he swelled and tightened within her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened every muscle

in her body to ward off her orgasm. Relief rushed through her veins when he leaned into her, his body

covering hers, and his semen began to coat the walls of her pussy.

She sagged over the end of the couch feeling wrung out, and she hadn’t even orgasmed. If he so

much as touched her, it would be over. Every nerve ending was short-circuiting. Her skin was

hypersensitive. Her clit ached and twitched. Just one touch. All he had to do was reach down and

touch her and she’d find relief.

She sighed in frustration. She was so on edge that her skin felt alive. Like it was crawling and

trying to turn itself inside out.

He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and then gently eased out of her body.

“Don’t move,” he commanded.

She heard his footsteps move away and become more distant. A moment later he returned with a

warm washcloth and wiped the semen from between her legs. Then he carefully untied her wrists and

rubbed the tender skin with his thumbs.

“Go in the bathroom and get cleaned up,” he directed. “Not a fan of tasting myself when I’m eating

you, baby. When you come out, I’ll be waiting on the bed. I want you to sit on my face while I lick

that sweet pussy.”

He helped her to her feet and she wobbled on unsteady legs to the bathroom to do as he’d told her.

She carefully cleaned herself, taking special care to remove all the stickiness. When she walked back

into the bedroom, he was sprawled naked on the bed, his cock lying to one side over his thigh, only

semi-erect now.

He was still beautiful and his cock was still damn impressive, even at rest.

He crooked his finger at her, motioning her over to the bed. He held out his hand to help her climb