Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

He wanted to bite so he gave into the desire, his teeth sinking into her flesh. Her gasp didn’t hold any pain and her fingers clenched in his hair as if afraid he might try to leave.

No way was he leaving. Not when this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Without moving his mouth, his tongue distracting them both in wicked ways, he repositioned himself on the chaise. Now he kneeled between her thighs, her legs spread on either side of his.

Her slip had risen up her thighs to allow her legs to part but still managed to cover the most interesting areas.

Even so, he swore he felt the heat emanating from her core against his knees.

And he knew he smelled the scent of her arousal. It made him want to desert her breast for other, softer parts of her body.

Soon enough.

Lowering his other hand to her neglected breast, he cupped that one, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, she squirmed. Her back arched, grinding his mouth even harder against her breast.

That little hint of pain made her moan and he tweaked her nipple with his fingers until she did it again.

He would never hurt her, but he knew the threshold between pain and pleasure was a thin one. It was all in the execution. And the level of trust.

Biting down a fraction of a second longer, he let that pain settle in before he soothed it with his tongue.

She cried out when he released her and tried to hold his head to her breast. Looking up at her, he saw her eyes were closed, the lids scrunched tight. Absorbing the sensations.

Okay for now. Mindlessness would come later. For both of them.

Lowering his mouth back to her body, he kissed his way across her chest, sucking on her skin and leaving tiny marks. The bite he left on the plump curve of her other breast showed as a bright red mark.

His.

Instead of pulling her nipple into his mouth this time, he circled it with his tongue, flicking the tip before using his teeth on the opposite side.

Her entire body shook when he released her, her chest rising and falling and making her breasts quiver.

Turning his head, he brushed his beard-shadowed cheek against one nipple and elicited another moan from her.

He loved the sounds she made. They sank deep into his psyche and stroked parts of himself he’d thought frozen into oblivion.

Lifting his head, he claimed her mouth again, whipping his tongue against hers, fucking her with it.

When she caught it between her teeth and sucked hard on him, he had to fight back the orgasm threatening to explode from his cock.

He didn’t realize she’d started to unbutton his shirt until it gaped open. His nipples stood at attention as the room’s cooler air brushed against them. When she’d done away with the rest of the buttons, her hands spread the fabric wide and she just stared up at him for several seconds.

“I love your body.” Her words held a power that whipped against him like a lash. “So strong, so masculine. So touchable.”

“Then go ahead and touch me. I’m all yours.”

“Take the shirt off for me. I want full access.”

He swallowed hard as he did what she wanted, knowing the time was coming when he’d be the ones making the demands. And his demands would require so much more of her than she asked from him.

Shrugging his shoulders, he dropped his arms to his sides and let the shirt fall to his wrists before he dropped it to the floor at his side. Her hands had already returned and settled on his pecs. She stroked him with delicate fingers, barely touching his skin. The hair on his chest felt as if he’d been electrified. It stood on end, adding to his sensitivity.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he absorbed her touch. He forced them to stay open because he wanted to watch her, see her reaction.

It was worth the effort. She looked mesmerized, fascinated. Her fingers swirled through the hair to his nipples, which she pinched and pulled.

Not nearly enough. “Harder, Kate. Use your nails.”

She immediately complied, sinking her nails into his nipples and sending waves of sharp shock straight to his groin.

His breath hissed between his teeth only seconds later when she soothed that pain by stroking her fingertips over the nail marks.

“Lick them,” he growled.

“I can do that.”

Sliding one hand behind her back, he lifted her to him, cradling her head and bringing her mouth where he wanted her to be.

He felt the wet swipe of her tongue across one nipple then the other, her hands curving around his ribs then stroking down to his hips. Her teeth nipped at him a second later, biting each nipple in turn.

God, yes. Even harder.

As if she’d read his mind, she sucked on one tip before mimicking his earlier action and biting the muscle of his pec.

His entire body jerked in reaction and a growl rumbled in his chest. He felt her shiver, hands clenching around his biceps.

After several long seconds, she began to work her way up his body, placing kisses along his collarbone and neck. Her warm lips left a trail of zinging sensation that threatened his control. When she nipped at his earlobe, he groaned as his body absorbed the pleasure.

He had the almost overpowering urge to strip her naked and fuck her until they couldn’t move. And then he’d flip her onto her stomach and start all over again.

He felt almost out of control and, for once, that might not be a bad thing. She wanted him to loosen his reins, trust her to know what she wanted and to tell him if he did something she didn’t like.

She wanted him to trust her to know how far to go, to stop him if she felt uncomfortable.

He was about to take her at her word.

Kate felt the exact moment Tyler’s mood shifted.

Until that point, he’d been almost . . . restrained. That’s the only way she could describe the feeling she got from him. As if he’d leashed all that dominance she knew he held inside but now he’d snapped the chains.

For her.

She wanted to grin with victory but she could only stare at him as he settled her back on the chaise and rose above her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Greg, felt his presence, but it wasn’t enough to pull her attention from Tyler.

His dark gaze focused with laser precision on her, almost feral in its intensity. She had a brief moment to savor the thought that she brought this out of him before he put his hands on her thighs.

He didn’t rush, but he didn’t make any attempt to tease as he worked the hem of the chemise up her body.

The satin slid against her skin as his eyes followed the material’s progress.

As it cleared her hips, her black lace panties came into view.

His breathing changed, became harsher, as he realized they were split down the center, allowing him access to her sex while she kept them on.

His gaze lingered at her mound as he pushed the satin up her body, causing her to shift restlessly. She wanted him to pet her there, ease a little of the building pressure.

Instead, his hands continued up her torso to her breasts. The black lace bra lifted her breasts, pushing them into slightly fuller mounds, but the half cups revealed more than they concealed. Her nipples were fully exposed and so tight they actually hurt when he dragged the satin across them.

She couldn’t completely control her moan, and the corners of his mouth twisted in masculine triumph.

Her sex clenched and moisture slicked her lips, dampening the panties. Tyler’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath, drawing in her scent.

Her tongue emerged to lick at her lips even as her mouth went dry as she thought about him licking up that moisture.

“Lift your arms.”

He’d gotten the chemise to just above her breasts and she did as he demanded without hesitation.