for months – wanted
her with a passion – and
she wanted him, as well. It was obvious that she enjoyed the game, the way that
he aroused her, but her denial was driving him beyond reasoning.
Well, maybe he should return the favor. If she needed for
him to be rougher, harder, before she consented, then he’d up the stakes and do
it. He bit down on the lobe of her ear. “You’re going to surrender, Sari. I promise you.”
“Never,” she panted.
He nipped her shoulder. His arms came around her and he
pinched her nipples tight between his thumb and forefinger, release and
pressure, release and more pressure. They hardened immediately. He continued to
work her left nipple while his right hand slid down over her navel. Spreading
her thighs with his knee, he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, cupping
her in his hand and lifting her until she was barely standing on her toes. She
let go a cry. She was hot and ready. Her muscles tighten and convulsed around
his fingers drawing
him deep inside of her. What he would give to feel her searing flesh sheathing
his penis.
Sari’s breath hitched in her throat. She was on her toes.
When she tried to roll to her heels, the strength of his arm held her in place,
while the heat of her aroused flesh and the weight of her pressing against his
palm, was pure torture.
Suddenly, she felt his hard arousal pumping against the
crack of her ass. It was long, thick and throbbing. She wanted him so badly – wanted him to rip his fingers
from inside of her and let him fill her with it. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
His fingers slid deeper. His thumb teased the sensitive
flesh of her clit and she instantly felt the titillating quiver deep inside of
her, spreading to every nerve of her body. Then unexpectedly, he slammed his
groin hard against her until her abdomen hit the cold faucet.
She felt the shudder ripple through his body, the pulse of
his penis quickened and his hot semen exploded along the small of her back. The
same electrifying tremor claimed her body as she fell back against him,
writhing with release and a pleasure that left her wanting more of him.
Satiated and to the point of exhaustion, Brady lowered her
feet to the floor and sagged against her. If he survived until the end of the
week he was going to quit his job and move to Australia – as far away from Sari as
possible. “ I’m fucked ,” the voice in
his head chided. He was falling hard and fast for her.
CHAPTER SIX
Brady turned the nob to cold then poured a gob of the
oleander body wash into his palm. He found it in her suitcase. Sari had unusual
tastes, he thought. Oleander was not the easiest fragrance to find, but one
that he was growing quite fond of. He worked it into a thick lather. Lifting
the hair from her shoulders, he started at her neck, moving downward and
washing her entire body. He saw that she no longer trembled, but resigned to his
bathing her.
Sari noticed that his touch was gentle, almost
apologetic. She relished every minute,
every sweet stroke, imaging that it was Brady’s hands caressing her. She was suddenly startled when he leaned into
her ear and whispered.
“I’m going to remove the blindfold, Sari. Close your eyes
and don’t try to look at me. You remember the consequences, don’t you?”
Sari shook her head and obeyed. “Yes.”
He was like day and night, she thought. His voice was stern
and demanding while his touch was soft and magical.
Brady untied the blindfold. “Now, close your eyes and keep
your head facing the wall.” Reaching for the shampoo, he dumped a blob into his
palm, and worked his fingers through her hair to her scalp, never taking his
eyes from the back of her head. He rinsed it then repeated the process with
conditioner. Rinsing it for the second time, he combed his fingers through it – something that he had wanted to
do for a long time. It was a beautiful color and he was surprised at the length
of it when it was
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