Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) (14 page)

“And?”

“You were a handsome devil then, and now that I know more
about you I hate that you’re my ten-thousandth cousin twice removed.”

He gave her a lopsided grin, satisfied with her answer.
“Why’s that?”

“Makes me wonder if we share any bad genes.”

“You fear you’re crazy?”

“Yeah.” She grinned, casting caution to the wind if only for
tonight. “About you.”

“Hey, works for me. I think Reg Saxon had the hots for
Marguerite. You and I might be a really good pair. Keep the insanity all in the
family.”

That declaration had implications that made her shy and
skittish. She slid her arms up around his broad shoulders and nuzzled his
throat. “I’ve known you so briefly and yet I missed you today so much I ached.”

He pressed her close to him, his legs against her, his cock
rigid against her mound, his lips to her ear as he whispered, “Let me end the
ache. Feed the hunger.”

She blinked at the sight of his eyes flaming with a molten
desire that turned her to ashes. “Wade, we could burn too high, too fast.”

Groaning, he swept her up into his arms and pivoted for his
house. “Only one way to know.”

Clinging to him like Saran wrap, she felt her will drift
from her. As if her whole being had floated into his, she marveled that she
still felt like herself, whole, but full of his essence…and he hadn’t even
kissed her yet.

But he took the hall at a rapid pace, shouldered open the
door to his bedroom and laid her down on the cool, soft sheets. Threading his
hands through her hair, he ran his lips over her brows, her eyes, her cheeks,
her nose and down her throat. She sank her fingernails into the luxurious
wealth of his curls. He moaned, running that fantastic mouth of his along her
cleavage and lower, lower to her belly and her mound.

“You smell so good here. Like lavender and musky pussy.” He
chuckled.

And she burned for him. Tilting up her hips, she pressed
against his cock and balls. Wound her legs around his calves.

“So you wanted me today?” he asked, his voice husky, his
mouth on her jeans covering her mound. “You remembered how good we are
together?”

“I did.” She bucked against him again, eager, panicked,
dying to be filled, fucked, absorbed into his devastating charm.

Through the fabric of her clothes he bit her mound. “Good
girl. Did you masturbate?”

She froze.

He met her gaze, unfazed and unyielding. “Tell me. You can.”

She trusted him with this. She swallowed and nodded. “I
did.”

“Once?”

Oh, hell. She glanced away and back at him. “Twice. Wanted
to do it more but I was with the MacRaes and had to do it discreetly.”

He cocked a brow then knuckled her pussy with a strong hand.
“What did you think about when you did it? How did I have you?”

Tell him, enjoy his reaction.
“Once fast. Here on
your bed.” She paused, struck by the delicacy of what she was revealing to him.
“Then from behind. On the floor.”

His lashes fluttered. His eyes swam with wanton waves of
heat. “Where else?”

She waved her hands, recalling her talk with Cara and
Samantha, remembering her sexiest fantasy of making love to him. “In front of a
hundred people.”

Slowly, with narrowed eyes, he smiled at her. “Did they like
us together?”

“They murmured their thanks.”

He rocked his pelvis against her. “I’m going to shout mine.”

His statement had her chuckling, wrapping her hand around
his nape and nipping his lower lip. “You better do it now, Sheriff, cuz if you
don’t—”

“What? You’re leaving?”

“Don’t taunt me, Wade.”

“No, baby. No more, just this.” He flicked open the buttons
to her shirt, sat back on his haunches, weighing her down as he worked at her
belt, her button and zipper to her jeans.

She vibrated, her whole body tingling, jumping with
anticipation that he was about to please her. Again. As no man had ever pleased
her in bed before.

He snapped open the clasp of her new lacy, white bra. Then
tugged at the denim and her shoes, leaving only her white panties. And he
paused, a hand covering her slick mound, a burning question in his eyes.

“I did that this morning.”

“For me?”

“For you for tonight. Of course. Not for anyone else.” She
felt silly suddenly. Too exposed. “Was I wrong?”

He grinned like a man who’d won the lottery. Then he massaged
her cleanly shaven pussy through the thin silk. “You have an instinct for what
pleases me.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She trembled, relieved.

“Look at me, pretty Willow.” When she did he smiled sweetly.
“I loved your bush. But shaving your juicy little kitty will let me love you
totally. Make no mistake, baby, I love pussy. I love thick cream. But I adore
yours.”

At his admission tears sprang to her eyes.

His gaze locked on hers, he slid her panties down her
thighs, shifted a bit to remove them totally from her legs and then came back
up to sit on his haunches over her. One hand settled over her delicate tissues.
“I want to play with you here. You’re going to let me. As long as I want.
Whenever I want. Aren’t you?”

She nodded quickly, eager, putty in his hands.

“Good. Because you need me, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You want to come inside me.”

“Oh, yes.”

He parted her heavy labia with two gentle fingers and she
sighed. “I’ll be inside you, like this—” He darted one fingertip inside her
core and withdrew. “But you’ll become a part of me.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, arching, twisting, wild for more.
“Please.”

He gripped her with one hand on her hip to calm her. Then
with the other hand he gave her two fingers, heavy and huge, and held them
inside her hungry pussy. “Tell me what you want, Willow.”

She licked her lips. “Crazy to have you. Do anything you
want.”

He extracted his fingers. “No. For you to bend to me, I bow
to you first.”

That seemed fair but illogical. “I don’t care.”

“I do. Because I want you bound to me. Now tell me what you
need me to do to make your happy.”

He was savage in his demand. Stunned, she liked it
nonetheless. This need to be commanded by a man was new. But then, maybe only
apparent now she had a man she trusted to lead her. Frightened, she also trembled
with expectation.

She inched closer to him. Opened her thighs wider, as wide
as she could considering his thighs bracketed her own and his weight oppressed
her. “I want you to finger-fuck me. Make me come. Many times. Make me so wet,
so swollen that I can’t bear to have you inside me any longer. And then…”

He flicked a finger over her clit.

Sensitive, she mewled. She knew by his touch he demanded she
speak, reveal ever more of her innermost secrets.

“Then?” he urged her on a whisper.

“Come inside me, fuck me, take me as you wish, when you
wish, make me come until I faint.”

He drove his fingers deep inside her and found her G-spot to
press there. “And me? What do I get?”

“Me. Me. To fuck, to have, to be all yours.”

He caught her chin, his features dire. “I’m demanding.”

“I know it.”

“I could ask you to do things you never thought of.”

“You have already.” She licked her lips. She dared herself
to allow him all of her…and see if she survived. “I want more. To be surprised.
Pleased. Excited.”

“You’re certain of this?”

Struck by the enormity of what he asked, what she had
admitted, what she had asked of him and of herself, she stared at him and then
glanced around his bedroom, searching for a normality that had escaped her.
Here in this man’s possession she was a different creature. Easily led.
Joyously his. She had no knowledge how that had happened other than she was
taken by him, captured by him. The same way Fancy must have been captured by
Bull Elk so long ago. Irrevocably, hopelessly enchanted with a man who was a
danger to her, a stranger in culture and temperament.

“I am.”

“No part of you will remain yours alone.”

“We’ll see…”

She challenged him? He laughed, proud of her, then seized
her mouth. She was lush, lovely, so new to being submerged in passion. Damn if
he wasn’t honored to take her and show her the realms of abandon she had
previously only glimpsed with him. He knew she had. He saw it in the way she
moved, felt it in the way she breathed her life into him. Now he wanted to help
infuse her with her sexuality, show her the power she had within herself and
how she might give it to him and become even mightier and greater than she’d
ever been.

He kissed her with languid ease. Beneath him she undulated
like a river of desire. She called his name over and over, entreating him to
take more of her. And god knew, he would.

He had not loved a woman in nearly twenty years. This one
broke his will to never care again. This one spoke to him in deed and word of
rapture he hadn’t experienced and hadn’t wanted to in ages. And the trick was,
she’d done this so effortlessly that it had amused him at first. Then it had
emboldened him. And now he saw the rewards of courting her, encouraging her,
leading her into his care.

“Take your clothes off, Wade,” she said, tugging at his
shirt. “Let me make love to you too.”

She knew this magnetic attraction was mutual. He smiled at
her and helped her discard his shirt over his head. “Sweet baby.” He bent down
and let her work at the buttons on his fly. “I love your hands on me.”

Parting his jeans, she sank her hand inside his pants to cup
his balls. His rigid cock lay along her forearm. “I adore mine on you.”

He smirked. “Your fantasy said nothing about you pumping me,
darlin’.”

“I’ll dream some more and tell you how I’m going to love all
of you.”

He shifted and sank more fully into her hand. “Then dream
away and come to me with each new fantasy.”

“Oh, Wade,” she said, serious and sensuous, “I will. I
promise.”

“And I’ll give you everything you want.”

She brushed his hair back from his brow. “Oh, honey, no one
can do that.”

“I’ll do my damnedest and try, Willow. I want to. Tell me
what you want now.”

“To be possessed by you. Again and again. ’Til I can’t stand
or think.”

And so he gave her the sexual fantasy she had conjured
earlier that day. He took hours with her, petting her, eating her, masturbating
her to one climax after another until she panted and cried and pushed him away.
When she was impossibly drenched with her juicy desire for him, he parted her
swollen, sore pussy and sank his waiting, weeping cock inside her and fucked
her royal. Fucked her hard and fast, jetting cum inside her until he shouted
his own madness for her. Minutes later he fucked her again, this time more
slowly and with less cum to bathe her tender core. He carried her to his
bathroom, turned on the jet tub and put her inside to loll against the marble.
There he probed her pussy again with his cock, hungry again to pierce her sweet
flesh. And he fucked her. She was limp from his loving and the hot water when
he led her from the bath and back to bed. And there he ate at her lovely folds
until she cried fat tears and begged him to just hold her.

Exhausted, he did. And slept himself, the sleep of a man
high on fulfillment of love.

When he woke he saw the digital clock said ten. Slipping
from the sheets, he covered her and went to finish his dinner prep. Steak and
salad had seemed like the right menu that afternoon. And he’d been right. Both
were quick and easy to prepare after long hours of loving his lady. His lady.

He smiled to himself as he went outside to his deck and
fired up his gas grill. Willow was his, more than Kay had ever been. Willow
knew how to surrender instinctively. Kay never had. Willow was more selfless,
more open. More so than any woman Wade had ever known.

So willing to admit she had dreamed of exhibiting herself
with him.

So open to revealing that she wanted to be taken by him
until she was drained of herself and bound to him. And what would fulfilling
her fantasy give him?

One fine woman.

Hell.

“Hi.”

He turned, the sight of her with his t-shirt on making him
grin. “Hi there, lady. You look mighty happy.”

She tossed all that long black silken hair and chuckled. As
she walked toward him her breasts swayed beneath the thin fabric. “I am. Very.
Are you?”

“Madly.” He splayed his fingers against her cheek and drove
them through the heavy mass of her hair. “I promise to be ecstatic if you do
one more thing for me.”

“Mmm.” She rubbed her cheek against his wrist. “Anything you
want.”

He grinned. God, she was his all right. Ready to obey him.
“Take my shirt off.”

Her gaze drifted to the window.

“It’s okay. There’s no one in those woods.” He nodded toward
the perimeters of his house and barn. “I want to see you. I need to know when
you want me, don’t I? I can’t do that if these beautiful babies are all
covered.” He caressed her nipples through the shirt. She was hard for him. And
her pussy? He sank a finger inside her warm walls and kissed her nape. “You’re
dripping for me, darlin’.”

She pressed herself against him, her eyes shut, her arms
going around him. “You are so unfair to do me like this.”

“Am I? Look at me. Or do I give you all of me, all the time,
any time, the same way you give me all you have?”

For an answer, she stepped out of his embrace and whipped
off the shirt.

Sure enough, her dusky nipples pointed straight at him. “I
want you. Again. And soon. But frankly—”

He caressed her breast and sank a finger in her pussy to
gather some of her cream. After he had licked it clean, he smiled at her
enraptured face and asked, “Frankly what, baby?”

“I’ve been very…agreeable. Would you do anything to please
me?”