The Watson Brothers. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ straight ahead at the window opposite his bed, Ariel bit her lip, fighting the urge to plead with him again.

      “You’ll tell me if I hurt you.”

      “Yes.”

      He opened his mouth on her neck, giving her a soft love bite—and pushed his middle finger into her.

      Her head fell back, a deep, shuddering groan escaping her. He gave an answering growl of pleasure and pressed deeper and it was the most amazing thing, a little embarrassing, very arousing. Her hips moved again and this time she didn’t care.

      “You’re small. And hot. And you feel so damn good.”

      Ariel was well beyond words. She hung in his arms, her legs open, all her attention on his hands and how he touched her and the expanding pleasure that would ebb and then grow stronger as it rolled through her.

      With his finger pressed deep inside her, he found her clitoris with his thumb and he began an incredible slick friction that sent her right over the edge. She cried out, stunned at what she felt, at her total loss of control. She couldn’t be quiet, couldn’t hold still.

      True to his word, Sam wrapped one muscled arm around her waist and held her upright while he continued the press and retreat of his fingers, kept the pleasure flowing until indeed, her legs gave out and she slumped into him, boneless, exhausted, replete.

      His arm stayed locked around her while he lifted the other hand. Ariel roused herself enough to turn her head and look at him. She saw his eyes close, saw him suck his fingers into his mouth, taking her taste, her wetness.

      Their eyes met. Looking far too serious, he pulled his fingers out and touched them to her lips. She shuddered, but was too spent to pull away.

      Gently, Sam lowered her to the bed on her stomach, then stretched out beside her. He stroked her head, found the few pins that still held her hair and pulled them out to flick them across the room. With an open hand, he combed out the curls, spreading them over the pillow.

      “Sam?”

      “Mmm?” Propped on one elbow, he continued to pet her, down her spine, over her bottom.

      “Will you make love to me now?”

      He slanted glittering eyes at her and said, “You just can’t be quiet, can you?”

      Ariel felt hurt. He’d just done the most amazing thing to her and still he was apart from her. It wasn’t easy, but she got her sluggish limbs to work and turned on her side to face him. He stared down at her body, his gaze concentrated, hot.

      She stared at his chest. Among a smattering of older scars randomly dispersed over his torso, there was a fresh, dark bruise coloring his ribs, evidence of the night he’d just had. Stricken, Ariel thought of how many times he’d been hurt, how much he must have suffered in his efforts to protect. Maybe, she thought, he physically wasn’t up to making love with her. Old wounds, new wounds…Was she being selfish?

      He’d already given her pleasure without intercourse. She could do the same, sparing his sore body.

      Wanting to make him feel as good as she did, Ariel leaned forward and brushed a butterfly kiss over the nearest scar, a small bullet wound that grazed his shoulder. Sam froze, not even breathing.

      Encouraged, she spread her hands over his chest, tangling her fingers in his dark chest hair, stroking him as he’d stroked her.

      Ariel noted a thin, light line near his collarbone, about two inches long. It looked like it might have been a deep cut, perhaps with a knife. Appalled at the awful risks he took, she kissed that, too.

      This close, his scent was twice as potent. Those odd turbulent feelings roused in her again.

      She kissed three bruises, one on his shoulder, his temple, another on his ribs. “Sam,” she whispered, and opened her mouth on him. His skin was deliciously warm and sleek, his flesh firm. Turning her head, she moved closer to a flat nipple hidden beneath his chest hair. Her tongue touched him.

      Sam grabbed her shoulders. In a heartbeat, Ariel found herself flat on her back with Sam straddling her hips. “I said no touching, Ariel.”

      She blinked up at him, unable to move, confused by how quickly he’d reversed their positions. He sounded so stern, looked so dangerous. “I’ll try…”

      “Too late.”

      Her eyes widened. Oh no. He was going to tell her to leave. He would throw her out and she hadn’t had a real chance yet to make him understand how perfect they’d be together.

      He stretched her arms high until they nearly touched the slatted headboard, then reached across her for the nightstand and jerked open the top drawer. Ariel twisted, trying to see what he was doing…He pulled out handcuffs.

      “Sam.”

      “I haven’t had much chance to use these since going undercover.” He let them dangle in front of her face, waiting, she knew, for her to protest, to insist he release her.

      They stared at each other, his expression lethal, hers uncertain, but neither of them backed down. Sam leaned over her.

      One metal bracelet clicked around her wrist, then clicked and clicked again when he tightened it to fit her small bones. She had room to turn her hand, but she couldn’t slip it free. Her stomach fluttered in apprehension.

      He glared down at her. “You ready to call a halt?”

      Damn him. She wasn’t a criminal he could intimidate so easily, because she knew Sam would never hurt her. No matter his games, no matter his intent, she knew him, loved him, and trusted him. “No.”

      His mouth tightened. “Make sure, Ariel.”

      She would not let him scare her. She would not let him off the hook that easily, either. One way or another, she’d get through to him, even if that meant showing him her trust first by playing out these bizarre games of sexual dominance.

      She stared him in the eyes. “I’m sure.”

      Sam wanted to howl, to curse the moon and punch a hole in the wall. Ariel had taken his control and turned it back on him, openly sharing her pleasure, then kissing his injuries—old and new—as if she wanted to heal him.

      Like a few stupid marks on his body really mattered to her.

      He was so damn hard his guts clenched and his brain cramped. Watching Ariel come had been something he’d never forget. She was so sweet she made him break out in a sweat just by smiling.

      Would she taste as sweet as she looked?

      Jesus. Before he could change his mind he caught her other wrist, aware of how tiny her bones were, how delicate. He slipped the chain connecting the handcuffs through a slat in the headboard then snapped the cold steel around her.

      Breathing hard in both regret and shattering lust, he looked down at her pale, slim body stretched out beneath him, shackled in place. He didn’t want to think about anything, he only wanted to devour her, to take everything she had and give her another mind-blowing orgasm.

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