Dane swiped at the door like a bear, slamming the door shut. Then he swiped at her sweater. It came over her head and flew halfway across the room.
“You’re such an animal,” she cooed. “Don’t you want the tour first, wild boy?”
“Sure,” he said, his breath hot on her neck. “Let’s start with your bedroom.”
“That’s easy.” She giggled and pointed across the room. “It’s right over there. Studio, remember?”
He looked over his shoulder and saw her apartment for the first time. “Oh. Right.” He scooped her up with a single arm, as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the bed. He was so big and tall and strong—it made her feel so happily minuscule and content. She wrapped her legs around his torso and tightly pulled herself into him.
“God, I want you,” she whispered into his ear.
Dane tossed her onto the mattress like a rag doll. He roared like a hungry animal and threw himself on top of her, smashing her with his mass.
“Dane!”
He tore off her bra and threw it against the wall. He snarled, his eyes dark and wild. “Love. Your. Tits.” He sucked at her breasts until her nipples hardened with a sweet aching, and a warm glow kindled in her tummy.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Take your shirt off.”
He did as told. He balled up his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
“Good boy,” she said. She could finally admit it to herself—shelovedto see him without his shirt on. He was perfection. She ran her fingers up and down his washboard abs. She couldtastethe deliciously ridged texture through the tips of her fingers—and it weakened her. It made her insides twist with desire, with carnal lust.
“God,” she moaned. She couldn’t wait any longer—forget the oral tutoring session, she needed him inside her,now. “Fuck me, Dane,” she demanded.
He looked surprised, almost disappointed. “What?” He shook his head. “No.”
She pouted. “Please?”
“No. You told me what you wanted, and I want to give it to you.” With only one hand to do all the work, he unfastened her jeans and pulled them off her legs. “And I’m gonna take my time with you, too.”
His words rushed over her and made her blood run hot—suddenly her head felt fuzzy and faint, and little stabs of pleasure jolted through her abdomen.
She was beginning to suspect that Dane knewexactlywhat he was doing all along.
With her jeans off, Austen laid before him in her panties. He sat on his haunches and leered at her. What was he thinking? Was something wrong with her? She began to squirm under his gaze—she felt exposed and insecure. She knew she couldn’t possibly compare to the many beautiful women she was sure he’d taken—he was beginning to regret this, wasn’t he?
As if he could read her mind, he shook his head and reassured her.
“Wow. You’re stunning, Austen.”
Gently, he took her leg in hand. Softly, he kissed her ankle. Slowly, he laid a trail of delicate kisses up her leg, one inch at a time. His lips were so soft, so delicate—they brushed against her skin like the beating wings of a butterfly. He tuned her senses to his lightest touch.
Was this a hint of what was to come? If so, she wasverymuch on board with what he was doing. A rush of excitement made her mound swell and throb.
“Yes, Dane,” she said, encouraging him quietly.
His mouth traveled higher up her legs. Past her calf, over her knee, up her thigh. He kissed and sucked at the soft flesh of her inner thigh until she tingled all over. Slowly, surely, the heat of his mouth neared her crotch. She shut her eyes and waited for that touch of bliss against her sweltering, needy folds …
… but it never came, because he skipped right past her pussy and started the whole torturous process over on theotherleg. Austen grabbed two tight fistfuls of her own hair and let out a forlorn groan.
“No!” she whined. “I’m ready, I want it!”
“Be patient,” he told her, “or I’ll make you wait even longer.”
She didn’t have a choice. She surrendered to him and admitted, “You’re doingsogood, Dane.”
She couldn’t stay mad for long—submitting to him only turned her on more. Her pussy clenched tight with searing anticipation.God,he loved to make her wait …
