“Tell me,” Jonathan murmured, and leaned down to tongue her nipple again.

She gasped, arching her back so she could thrust her breast against his mouth. “But you’re doing so well on your own.”

“I want more, though. I want to make you wrung out and limp from pleasure.”

“You’re already on your way there,” she protested.

That heat was back in his eyes. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“I . . . I want more kisses.” God, she was such a coward.

One eyebrow raised, and just that small gesture made her wetter. “Anywhere in particular?”

She sucked in a breath. “My mouth?”

He crawled over her again, and Violet strained at the ties on her hands. His big body covering hers was sinfully delicious. She liked that he was almost a foot taller than her, liked that when he prowled on top of her, he could cover her entirely. It made her feel dainty and delicate in a way most men didn’t.

Jonathan braced his hands at her sides and gave her a slow, sultry smile before he leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against hers. As he did, his c**k brushed against her sex, and she realized he’d dropped his knees so his erection would rub against her sensitive flesh with every touch of his mouth against hers.

Violet moaned.

When her mouth fell open, Jonathan’s tongue slicked inside and he began to slowly, sensuously kiss her. Soft, licking kisses that seemed to take all the time in the world to explore her mouth, to savor her taste. She was entranced by those kisses, drugged by their sweetness. And with every flick of his tongue, he’d give a little thrust of his hips, grinding his c**k against her folds. Folds that were already slick with need and aching for a touch.

Her breath came in a ragged gasp that he swallowed with his mouth. She’d asked for kisses, and he was going to give them to her. Over and over, he made love to her mouth, slicking and tonguing until she was lost in the feel of his mouth, his lips against hers, the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his c**k pressed against her pu**y in a silent but firm suggestion.

It was so good. So, so damn good. Violet’s legs fell open farther, until she was spread wide on the bed underneath him, and when his c**k dragged between her folds, she felt all of him.

And it was incredible.

She moaned again, lost in the sensation.

His tongue danced over her lips. “What do you want now, Violet?”

Oh. She was being asked to think? She couldn’t think of anything but his mouth on hers, his c**k gliding through her folds and brushing against her cl*t with every little movement of his hips.


“Hmmm?” Her lips clung to his, not wanting him to pull away. God, he had great lips.

“Tell me what you want or I’m going to stop.”

She whimpered. “You’re cruel.”

“No,” he said softly, and kissed her parted mouth again. “I just want you to be a full participant in this, love. I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have a say in things just because your hands are tied. You might be the one in the ropes, but you’re still the one in charge.”

She shivered at that. Slowly, she dragged one leg up and wrapped it around his hips, pushing with her foot to press his c**k harder against her pu**y. “I want more of that.”

This time, Jonathan groaned. His mouth dragged across her jaw. “You want my c**k inside you?”

Oh, hell yes, she did. But not yet. “Soon,” she promised. “But I want you to keep teasing me.”

“Is that so.” He licked at the side of her neck. “I think I can manage that.”

She lifted her other leg, both now hitched around his hips. “Show me.” God, she felt so wicked, demanding this of him.

“Look at me,” he told her, and his face lifted from her neck. “Look at me when I touch you.”

She hadn’t realized that her eyes were closed. She’d just been lost in the way he was making her feel. It seemed insanely difficult to drag her eyelids open, but she did, and saw the strain on his gorgeous, intense face, the dark pupils, the thick eyelashes, the strong features.

He rubbed his nose against hers in a surprisingly tender gesture, and as he did, he swiveled his hips. The motion ground his c**k against her pu**y, dragging over her sensitive cl*t with exquisite sensation. And as he did, he continued to watch her.

That was . . . so erotic. Violet sucked in a breath, her gaze locked to his. To his dark blue eyes with their amber flecks. To the gaze that seemed to be demanding more and more of her. And all the while, he continued to slowly grind against her clit, until she could feel her juices dragging over his skin and wetting them both.

She moaned.

“Like that, Violet?”

She nodded, unable to look away, unable to speak. She was wrapped up in Jonathan’s intensity.

He pushed against her, the surge focused on rubbing the head of his c**k against her clit. He spread her lips with his erection and dragged back and forth through her juices, his face hovering inches away from hers.

“You’re mine,” he told her in a soft voice, even as his c**k slid against her cl*t again. “My Violet. My love. You know that, right?”

She trembled underneath him again. “I—I—”

“Shhh,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know it.”

Her body flexed underneath his as he rocked against her again. This was a sensual feast, but it was also torture. Her body demanded more than just rubbing. Her ni**les ached, begging for more attention.

She strained at the bonds on her wrists again.

“Are your arms all right, sweetheart?”

“They want to be around you,” she said breathlessly.

“Not this time,” he told her. “This time, I’m pleasuring you.”

But he’d done that last time, too. When would it be her turn to pleasure him? Violet opened her mouth to object, and he nipped at her lower lip again.

“Tell me what you want.”

She arched so her br**sts pushed up, begging for attention. “Penetration,” she breathed.

He groaned, the first sign of loss of control he’d shown thus far. Violet was fascinated, and excitement flashed through her. She wanted more of that. She wanted him to lose control, too. While his control was exciting, the thought of him losing his mind while touching her was even more gratifying.

So she decided to talk dirty to him, getting bold now with that groan echoing in her mind. “Is that all right?” she asked him, and she nipped at his lip. “Or did you want to keep dragging this out? Because I’ve been aching to have you deep inside me for days now.”

His eyes closed, his dark lashes fanning as his jaw clenched. It looked as if he were struggling to keep control.

She nipped at his lip again, even as he rocked his c**k against her pu**y once more, a bit rougher this time. “Don’t get me wrong,” she murmured. “I love the feel of that big, thick c**k against my pu**y, but I love the thought of it deep inside me even more. Love the thought of you filling me up and making me ache because you’re so big that you’re stretching me around you.”

He groaned again. “Violet—”

“It’s true, you know. You’re big. You’re always a tight fit. I remember that.” She wriggled her h*ps against his, gasping when it did wicked things to her clit. “I loved how tight you were inside me, how you filled me up. It always makes me so hot to think about. And you know I’ve been thinking about it since you touched me on the plane.”

“Have you?” he rasped, his voice ragged. His mouth dragged over hers, his tongue slicking against her own for a fierce, quick kiss.

“Mmmhmm,” she said when he pulled away. “I’ve dreamed about it. About you grabbing me and tossing me down on your bed and drilling into me—”

He groaned and pressed his face to her neck. “Fuck, Violet, hush or I’m going to lose control.” His h*ps thrust against hers roughly, and she felt him draw back. She lifted her hips, tilting them, and the head of his c**k pressed against her core, taunting her.

She bucked against him. “Condoms,” she breathed. “Need condoms.”

“Condoms,” he agreed thickly, but he didn’t get up from her. He held his body clenched against her own, making her crazy. Then, his mouth sought hers and he gave her another slow, lingering kiss.

He wasn’t moving fast enough, though. She was aching with desire and need, and she felt so empty that she might scream from the delicious ache of it. “Don’t you want to sink deep inside me, Jonathan? Bury yourself balls deep and make me scream with pleasure?”

Jonathan groaned again and pulled away from her clinging legs. He tore off the bed, heading for the condom he’d left on a nearby dresser.

She watched, eyes greedy, as he opened it and rolled it down his thick length. The head of his c**k was a deep, delicious reddish-purple, and she imagined he ached to be inside her as much as she ached to have him there.

Condom on, he approached the bed, the hooded look in his eyes making her quiver with need. She wanted him to climb on top of her and start thrusting away. To take her savagely and fill her up. God, she wanted that so bad.

But he was determined to drive her crazy with lust, it seemed. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to where she lay panting and sprawled, and just gazed down at her.

“You’re beautiful, Violet. Have I told you that?” His fingers caressed the line of her jaw.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” she said, trying to keep her voice playful. When his fingers got near her mouth, she tried to nip them.

“I could stare at you all night,” he said, his gaze going down to her aching br**sts. His hand cupped one, his thumb teasing the nipple as she moaned and strained against the neckties holding her wrists, preventing her from reaching out and grabbing that big, delicious, condom-sheathed erection that was so close but so far away.

“I hope you’re not going to,” she told him breathlessly. “I don’t think my pu**y could stand it.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” He leaned in and gave her another intense, deep kiss, distracting her. She was so engrossed by the feel of his mouth on her own that she didn’t notice his hand until it cupped her mound and he began to drag his fingers back and forth through her wet folds.

Violet whimpered and panted against his mouth. Her h*ps arched off the bed, bucking against his hand. “Oh, God, Jonathan, please.”

“Please what, love?” he whispered against her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

She wanted relief from that maddening, erotic torment of his fingers. She wanted more of it. Hell, she didn’t know what she wanted. She wanted the orgasm that was so close to rising to the surface. So she simply rolled her h*ps against his hand and when he brushed his fingers against her cl*t again, she gasped. “Right there!”

“Right here, sweetheart?” He dragged a finger through her slickness, down to her core.

“No, no,” she moaned. Cruel tease.

“Here?” he murmured, and circled her cl*t with two of his fingers.

She gasped. “Yes! Oh, God, yes. Right there.”

“Tell me it’s what you want.”

Violet moaned. He was torturing her. “I want it, Jonathan,” she said, practically sobbing the words. “Please, please, play with my clit.”

“I love hearing you say that,” he told her, then shifted on the bed. He leaned over and tongued one of her ni**les even as he continued to rub against her clit. Violet moaned, the dual sensations bringing the budding orgasm closer to the front. She forgot all about wanting penetration and wanting to drive him crazy. She was the one losing her mind, now.

His fingers found a slow, steady pace against her clit, and it was as maddening as it was delicious. “Faster,” she moaned, even as he gently bit down on her nipple. “Oh, God! And keep doing that!”