The Mistresses Collection. Оливия Гейтс

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      Oh, hell yes. ‘I’m wondering what’s taking you so long.’ She just managed to maintain her totally fake air of sophisticated ease.

      ‘Well, I was thinking we should take this slow.’ Effortlessly he out-drawled her.

      ‘Slow?’ She gaped, with a start. She so didn’t want slow. She wanted to rut right about now. She wanted every last inch of him to be locked inside her. He was beautiful—all male strength and humour and edge and she was finally going to get some pleasure. Something just for her. Something nice when she’d not had anything nice in months. So the last thing she wanted was slow. He was hers to look at, hers to ride...right?

      ‘We have all day, all night and half the morning.’ He laughed, roughly. ‘I slide inside now and it’ll be all over. It’s been too long for me to hold on. I can’t make it that good for you. Better to go slow now, so I can be sure you’re satisfied before I—’

      ‘You want to make sure I’m satisfied?’ She flushed as heat poured through her. Did he not get she was a whisper away from orgasm?

      ‘Uh-huh.’ He nodded. ‘I want to watch you come. Want to make you. Quick, hard, many, many times over.’

      Oh, mercy. Even at his words she was rocking her hips, wanting to be naked now. Grinning, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed again so she fell back on the bed. Too slowly he unbuttoned her dress—every little button—until he spread the halves wide and stared down at her. She quivered as she saw the appreciation and intent in his eyes. Thank heavens she’d put on her matching lace and silk. His fingers fisted in the fabric of her dress. She lifted her hips, so he could pull it out from underneath her. Clad in only her bra and knickers, she waited as he looked again—and she watched the signs of appreciation—excitement—affect his body. Tighten. Tighten more.

      ‘You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.’ He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh and bent to press a kiss along the path. ‘When we kissed this morning, I nearly came.’ His breath was hot on her skin, his words hotter. ‘Hadn’t done anything. You had me so loaded I had to stop before I embarrassed myself.’

      ‘That was why you stopped?’ She barely breathed.

      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 СКАЧАТЬ