The Mistresses Collection. Оливия Гейтс

      Pleasure swamped her as he nodded, a sheepish look crossing his face.

      ‘I wouldn’t have minded.’ She arched as his fingers teased nearer the leg line of her knickers. ‘I’d have enjoyed it.’

      ‘You’ll enjoy this more.’

      ‘My hero,’ she cooed.

      ‘You’re going to pay for that.’ He bent close, blew a small jet of warm air across her sex. She shivered, her inner muscles clenching.

      Slowly he inched her briefs from her body. His fingers caressing still, his lips teasing every so often.

      Not often enough.

      Caitlin arched, uncontrollably seeking more.

      ‘The thing I love most about the female body is its mystery.’ He swept his hands back up her leg and then higher, across her belly and up to her breasts. ‘All secret curves and damp spaces.’ He licked his lips as he undid her bra strap and released her full, tight breasts.

      ‘Mystery?’ Caitlin was struggling to keep up with the conversation as he touched her with those too light, too teasing strokes—everywhere and yet not exactly where she needed. ‘Are you telling me you have no clue?’

      ‘What do you think?’ His fingers slid right where she wanted them to go. His mouth followed.

      With a muffled groan she closed her eyes, arching her neck, her spine, her feet, as excitement washed over her in a tight spasm. A delicious precursor to the release she knew could be so close.

      Okay, he knew what he was doing.

      He raised his head and switched up the rhythm. ‘I mean I like to explore. It’s a never-ending fascination. How best to arouse you... How else...and for how long...’

      He’d only had to stand in front of her and she was aroused. Now she was burning. She arched her hips repeatedly, trying to get him to touch her again. There. Just as he had. She was so close. He teased her—knowing what she wanted. Giving her only half.

      ‘I’m halfway there in my head already, you know,’ she gasped, embarrassed at how wet and desperate she was. ‘It’s not all your doing.’

      ‘No?’ He laughed. ‘Then I better work harder.’

      No wonder he was good at his job. He put so much determined focus into the task at hand. His tongue moved in erotic circles. She wanted him inside her. That one teasing finger wasn’t enough. He fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked. Adding to the onslaught by caressing the nub with the tip of his tongue. His hands clamped hard on her hips so she couldn’t escape him. Her entire body tensed as orgasm approached. She heard the low sound of satisfaction deep in his throat as she shook in his arms—her legs spread wide, her hips bucking up to him. She cried out as sharp, piercing pleasure hit—quick and fierce and so, so good.

      She slumped, panting roughly, trying to regain control of herself—so she could push for more. She wanted more.

      Oh, she’d gone to heaven. This was intimate, raw and real...honest. And yet it was like a dream. A damn good one.

      He swept his hands possessively over her lower belly, looking his fill at her slick, ready sex. Then he moved his gaze higher, to her heavy, tight breasts. He smiled and lightly stroked his fingers upwards, over her ribcage until he struck the soft flesh. He changed position, to cup her breasts carefully. Then slid his thumbs nearer and nearer her painfully tight nipples.

      ‘Feeling better?’ he asked.

      She shook her head. ‘I want you. All of you.’ She wanted him inside her.

      But he just grinned and started all over again with the slow teases—the strokes, kisses, licks, nips. Building her tension, making her want. Until at last she writhed on the bed, like a restless wanton, helpless to subdue the sensations clamouring through her body.

      ‘How bad do you want it?’ he murmured.

      ‘As bad as you got.’ She panted. Defiant. Teasing. Because she heard the tension in his roughened voice, she saw the steely grit in his eyes. The determination.

      His grin quirked. His hands tightened around her wrists, preventing her from touching him. Preventing her from stopping him. Not that she had any thought of stopping him. He knelt above her, keeping his body out of reach of hers.

      ‘What is it you want?’ he asked.

      ‘You. All of you. Now.’ She was reduced to begging. ‘Please.’

      ‘Hmm.’ He pretended to ponder her request. But slowly lowered himself nearer. Almost near enough.

      ‘James.’ She ground out his name. ‘James, James, James.’

      He pushed forward, slowly filling her.

      ‘Hell,’ he growled. An edge of desperation sharpened it; his grip on her wrists tightened. ‘It’s been a while, Goldilocks.’

      ‘Ditto,’ she breathed. ‘And call me by my name.’ Defiant to the end, she demanded he feel this as intensely as she.

      He put on a puzzled face so she had to strain up and sharply nip his lip.

      He laughed. ‘Caitlin. Beautiful, fiery, funny Caitlin.’

      He shifted, pushing a fraction deeper. He gritted his teeth.

      She growled and lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, pushing her heels on his butt to keep him close inside. So good. Too much. But she didn’t want to lose a moment of it. Didn’t want him to slide back even a millimetre. She strained her legs further around him, fiercely trying to clutch him closer. She moaned, wordless, unable to express how insanely good he felt filling her like this. He took every inch—and then some.

      ‘You going to let me move?’ he rasped as she locked even tighter around him.

      She shook her head.

      He chuckled, the tension in his face easing. ‘Too bad for you.’

      He, stronger than she, broke free of her hold. Withdrew. She gasped in disappointment. But then he slammed back into her and her groan came in ecstasy instead. He was hard, powerful, big. Now he thrust hard and fast. His hands still pinned her wrists so she couldn’t touch him. The dominance merely turned her on more. She liked being at his mercy, enjoyed the power she’d allowed inside her. And she let him pleasure her from the inside out—met him with every stroke. Until, so quickly, she sighed, letting herself go in his delicious rhythm.

      But then he stilled. Went slow, his movements teasingly uneven. His smile was almost malicious as he held her agonisingly on the precipice of orgasm.

      ‘Don’t you dare stop,’ she growled at him.

      His dark eyes pierced. ‘I want to watch you come again. I want to feel you clenching around me. I want to soak in your wet heat.’

      She gasped. His words alone heated her, but as he spoke he slowly rolled his hips, providing just enough friction to send her over.

      Her neck arched and she squeezed her eyes shut as it hit. She cried out, her relief sounding raw, her fingers in tight fists, as spasms of delight shook through her. He stayed thrust deep inside, rocking in only the tiniest, most maddening way that maintained that pressure on her clit, so the sensations kept surging through her.

      Oh, he was good. Too good.

      She breathed fast, shallow, loud as she clawed her way back from the prolonged orgasm. Slowly she opened her eyes. It wasn’t enough. She wanted it wild. She wanted him wild.

      He looked it—with his face flushed, his eyes black, intent and trained on her, his jaw clamped shut. And his sex still slammed tight inside her.

      ‘Satisfied?’ she taunted breathlessly.

      ‘Not nearly.’ He bent and kissed her ferociously, his tongue circling in the cavern of her mouth. His invasion of her total.