Burning Wild (44 page)

“Slide off your skirt and panties and fold them too.”

The material hurt her skin anyway. Something moved just below the surface like a wave of desire, itching, moving fast through her body to collect between her legs, scorching hot and aching. She took her time, wanting to entice him, to bring him to the edge of his control, when he was so sure of himself and so sure of her.

Deliberately she turned her back to him, giving him a good view of her backside as she padded across the hardwood floor to the chair and added her skirt and underwear to the pile of clothes there. She turned slowly, her hair swinging around her, cascading down her back to the curve of her hip, feeling silky and sensuous against her bare skin.

“Come here and undress me.” His voice rasped even more.

He was already barefoot in anticipation of carrying out his fantasy, and she couldn’t fail to see the thick, hard length in the front of his slacks.

Emma walked over to him, her breasts swinging gently, and reached up to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to neatly fold it and take it to the chair without being told.

“Kneel this time.”

She returned to the position in front of him and dropped to her knees, reaching for his belt buckle, knowing the picture she made, knowing she was making him harder each time she complied with his orders. The experience was making her more moist than ever, more ready for him. Her knuckles deliberately brushed over his thickened shaft several times, while she opened his trousers and pulled them and his underwear from his hips. At eye level, his erection was intimidating, thick and long and angry looking as it burst free from the confines of his clothing.

Emma folded his trousers and took them to the chair.

“Get up on my desk, Emma, on your hands and knees.”

“Jake . . .” Emma glanced at the door, a faint frown on her face.

“On the desk. Don’t look at the door. Look at me.”

Her gaze locked with his and immediately was held captive. She moistened her lips and slowly climbed onto his desk, ending up on all fours. There was something very sensual about kneeling on top of his desk, her body on display for him as he walked around, looking at her from every angle, inspecting her as if she were his prized possession.

“Knees apart for me.” She had the most beautiful ass. Round. Firm. Her skin rose-petal soft. “Farther, Emma.” His voice went husky. He caressed her bottom with his palm, rubbing her satin skin. “You’re so beautiful. I could look at you all day.”

Jake continued to walk slowly around his desk, his breath coming in a ragged rush at the sight she made. She was beautiful, like a sleek cat. She reminded him of one, her movements graceful, sensuous, fluid even, the muscles sliding under her silky soft skin. Her hair hung down in a heavy fall of red waves. Her breasts were beautiful, the nipples erect, begging for his attention. And her bottom. He couldn’t stop his hand from stroking her smooth buttocks, the heart-stopping shape that drew his gaze like a magnet.

He rubbed for a moment, enjoying the feel of her skin, smooth as silk, soft as a rose petal. Deliberately he brought his hand down hard on the smooth skin and then rubbed the reddening spot with tender caresses before repeating the action a second time. “That’s two, Emma, for the two minutes you were late getting here.”

She hissed, an animalistic sound of hostility, turning her head to glare at him. “Is this supposed to be the sensual spanking you were telling me about? Because I don’t think it’s working for me.”

He slid his fingers into her channel. The air escaped her in a heated rush. “I’d say you were finding it sensual.” He showed her his fingers, slick, coated with her cream.

She wanted to deny it, but there was something so sensual about the way Jake moved around her, pacing like an animal, his gaze so intent, so focused, a soft, mesmerizing sound rumbling in his chest. The golden eyes were hypnotic. He licked his fingers and she nearly came on the spot.

Emma tossed her head, aware she was burning inside, a hot furnace of need. And the way he was looking at her, possessively, as if she were
his
, her body belonging to him, was making her even wetter for him.

Intellectually she found her reaction interesting. There was no doubt that her body wanted to submit to his. Her hips pushed back against his hand, wanting more of the erotic massage. She yelped when he brought his hand down once more and then rubbed again. It hadn’t hurt, but it did make her body glow, the furnace burning hotter.

“What was that for?”

“Deliberately making me wait before you took your clothes off.”

“Is this going to be one of the times you teach me all about adult sex?” Emma asked weakly. “The sex I know nothing about?” She was beginning to think there might be something to his lessons, even though she was trying to be a smart mouth. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending focused on him, every sense heightened.

“Yes. So behave. You’re being sarcastic.”

“Jake.” He was massaging her buttocks, alternating between soft caressing strokes and rougher, deep-tissue massage. The combination made her weak with need.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to make me wait a long time before you take me? Because I’m quite willing now.” She was very aware he’d said two hours of her time. Two hours was going to be endless if he didn’t pick up the pace and take care of her very needy body.

He laughed softly. “A very long time.”

“What if I’m not so receptive a long time from now?”

“You aren’t supposed to talk unless I ask you a question.”

She tossed her head again, her eyes gleaming at him. “Really? I thought I was being educated. How can I learn if you don’t let me ask questions?”

“Emma.”

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, trying not to laugh. “Yes?”

“Remember that sensual spanking I told you about? You’re about to go over my knee.”

She hid her smile and tried to look submissive. Her body was so aware of him she could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of him radiating out when he wasn’t even touching her.

“Lie down for me, honey, on your back. Just drape yourself over my desk, keep your ass right on the edge.” He guided her to the very edge and then spread her legs apart, taking one foot and tucking it over to the side and pulling her other leg to curl around the other side, so she was stretched out like a feast. Her foot slipped and flayed about, kicking the highly polished wood.

“This is crazy,” Emma said. “I can’t stay in this position. And you’d better have all the doors locked.”

He swirled his tongue in her belly button. “You don’t want someone to come in and find me devouring you whole?” His palm slid down her leg and found her foot, guiding it to the small loop of leather he’d attached to his desk. He did the same with her other foot, so she didn’t have to hold the pose herself.

Her breasts looked so enticing, jutting up at him, he couldn’t resist cupping them in his palms. The soft weight felt like warm silk. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as he buried his face in the side of her neck, instinctively biting down in the way of the leopard.

She gasped, shivering, and he licked at the teeth marks. That untamed self inside her leapt toward him, craving more, needing his touch, even his domination. She felt so hot, so unlike her, yet right—exactly right—as if she’d been born for him, to please him.

He pinched and tugged at her nipples and massaged her breasts, and then his mouth covered one soft mound, suckling, a hot, moist furnace that was pure torture. Her womb clenched and her inner muscles clamped down hard, needing. She heard her own soft cry, and it didn’t sound anything at all like her.

Jake lifted his head, eyes gleaming with sheer male satisfaction, and then caught her hand and slid it into the loop he had waiting. “Hold that. Don’t let loose.” He placed her fingers around the loop attached to the other side of his desk.

“You’ve been thinking about this for hours, haven’t you?” she asked, gripping the leather tightly. “Bondage, Jake? Is this my lesson for the week?”

“Hours?” His eyebrow shot up. “Weeks. Months.”

He bent his head and licked at her nipples again, first one and then the other, his mouth hot as he suckled at her, tugging with his teeth, laving with his tongue while she arched her back to push herself closer into his mouth. Her hips bucked and she writhed, trying to rub her body against his, to get at his leg or his shaft, anything to relieve the building pressure. But her thighs were spread too far apart, and if she stayed where he put her, she was helpless.

“You aren’t ready for bondage yet, honey. You can get out if you start to panic or feel uncomfortable. I never want you to be afraid of anything we do. I just want to drive you crazy until you can’t think about anything but me being inside you and when I’ll let you have your next orgasm.” His smile was a little wicked smirk. “Until you beg me. Begging would be appropriate.”

She touched her tongue to her upper lip, panting, trying to remain calm when all she wanted to do was jerk her hands free and grab him. She tried a little snort of derision, but she was already hot enough to start the begging process. “Now what are you going to do?”

“With my new desk ornament?” He licked her belly down to her mound. “I’m going to work. You’re an inspiration for me.”

Naked, he sank back down into his chair and awakened his laptop. Pulling up a report, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers massaging while he read. Emma gasped as every nerve ending went into a frenzy. She hadn’t realized how waiting could be so erotic, or how it would feel to be spread across his desk, her body open, completely on display for him, while he frowned at his work, his fingers sliding almost absently over her silky smooth skin, climbing higher and higher until—

He dropped his hand away to do something on the keyboard. Emma released her breath in a little rush of disappointment. He hadn’t really touched her, and yet she’d never been wetter or more ready for him. Every point in her body strained for his touch. Her breasts ached, her throat felt stretched and needy, her mouth dry, wanting him to fill it. Her sheath was on fire. She wouldn’t be surprised if the desk burst into flames underneath her, and Jake was barely paying attention to her.

She closed her eyes, determined not to let him get to her. The pads of his fingers were back again, stroking her thigh, moving higher. His thumb traced along her wet slit, made absent circles around her hard nub until she moaned and her thighs jumped in reaction. He dropped his hand away from her and continued to read.

A few minutes later, his tormenting fingers were back, this time traveling the same route, making the circles on her inner thighs, stroking and caressing, and then his fingers plunged into her. She cried out as his fingers retreated and returned, over and over, stretching and teasing, dancing inside her, flicking at her hard little bud, sending streaks of fire racing through her body, but never giving her relief. He just built the tension higher and higher until she was stretched on a rack of pleasure so intense she was nearly crying for release.

Close, so close, she reached for the edge, but abruptly he withdrew his hand and sat at his desk, absently licking his fingers while he continued to read.

“The word ‘bastard’ comes to mind,” Emma hissed.

“I was having trouble concentrating all day, thanks to you. I think you deserve a little sensual torture.”

“Jake . . .” Emma couldn’t stop the faint pleading note from creeping into her voice. Demands weren’t going to work with him, but, honestly, she was going to go up in flames. He’d said she had to beg him. Well, that wasn’t going to happen.

Jake pressed a button and music flooded the room. He ignored her again and she closed her eyes, listening to the weeping notes, feeling every one of them vibrating through her throbbing channel. She considered allowing her hand to pull free of the leather and drift down to relieve the ache that built and built, but that would be cheating, and she wasn’t about to cheat.

His hands circled her thigh and she felt the rub of his shadowed jaw on her sensitive skin. Her eyes flew open. His head nuzzled between her legs, his tongue licking at the insides of her thighs. His teeth scraped, making her muscles tighten. Waves of pleasure wracked her entire body and her sheath was flooded with liquid desire. His hair slid over her skin, teasing the insides of her thighs, her mound and her exposed, hardened nub.

His tongue flicked and she cried out as every muscle tensed and a streak of fire raced through her. His smile was wicked, his eyes molten gold, hooded, heavy with lust. He dipped his head low and stabbed his tongue deep. Her hips bucked. A sob escaped as she writhed under his assault, trying to push herself onto him. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding her pinned to the desk while he feasted on her. He was careful to avoid her engorged clit, careful to keep her teetering on the edge. Every now and then he’d flick the hard bud and scrape against it with his teeth so that she cried out and squirmed.

“Jake.” Her voice was a wail now. “I really can’t take it.”

He pressed kisses into her soft, moist heat. “What do you want, honey?”

“You. Inside me. Just let me—” She bucked again when his tongue made lazy circles around and over her. Her entire body shuddered. So close . . . Just out of reach. If he touched her just one more time, she’d go spinning off into subspace.

He stood up abruptly, leaving her gasping.

“Jake. What are you doing?” She lifted her head slightly to try to watch him walk around the desk again. “Get back here and do something before I spontaneously combust.”

“I don’t think so. You’re not being very good.” His hand slid up her belly to tug at her nipples, making her breath hiss out between her teeth. “I think you need to wait.”

“Don’t I get a safe word? Because I think this is torture.”

He laughed softly and tugged on her head until she slid just a couple of inches, straining her arms and legs just a little and allowing her head to hang over the side of the desk. She had no hands, no leverage, leaving her completely at his mercy. “I think we’re going to use that mouth of yours for something other than trying to torment me.” He cupped her face and kissed her, a long, leisurely, hungry kiss.