Sweet Desire: (A Sinful Nights Short Story) (3 page)

For that same
reason—because she didn’t know him.

“Then, you’ll run a
hand down my tie,” he told her, and she reached out instantly,
doing exactly as he said, loving the directions he gave. Sophie
craved this kind of interaction. She wanted a man to command her. So
much time was spent deciding, and doing, and planning. It drove her
brain batty, and she longed for this kind of release from her days.

“Do you know why
you’re so fascinated with my tie?” he asked huskily, his eyes
pinned on her. He practically fucked her with his gaze. It was so
intense. His confidence set her on fire. It torched a path across her
body, sizzling her skin.

“Tell me,” she
said, eager for more of his words. “Since you seem to know me so
well. Tell me.”

He brushed the backs of
his fingers against her cheek. Oh God, she was dying for him to kiss
her. She was so eager to feel those lips. To taste him.

He grasped a wrist with
one hand, yanking it up his chest and loosely wrapping the end of his
tie around her hand. “You want me to tie you up.”

“How do you know
that?” she asked, her voice stripped to the bones. He knew her. He
read her. He could sense everything she wanted. He crowded her
against the wall. Heaven Leigh belted out her song on stage. The inky
black of the backstage cloaked them.

“Am I wrong?” he
asked, arching an eyebrow. “If I’m wrong, tell me and I’ll walk
away.”

She shook her head.
“Are you going to take it off? Tie me up?” she asked in a voice
that hardly sounded like hers. It belonged to the part of her that
had been untended for years.

He grinned wickedly.
“No. I have other ways to tie you up,” he said, and in a flash,
he gripped her wrists in his big strong hands, wrapping his fingers
around her, binding her as he yanked her hands behind her back. Heat
flared in her body, spinning through her, settling between her legs.
Her gorgeous, sexy panties were so damp right now they were useless.

She ached for his
touch. And she could do nothing but wait for it since she was his
hostage.

He was so strong she
couldn’t wriggle away if she wanted to. His thumbs dug into her
wrist bones, pinning her hands above her ass, rendering her helpless.
The pressure from the twist in her arms bordered on pain, and felt oh
so good.

There was no space
between the two of them. Only breath. Only words and his bare, husky
voice. “Do you know what else I’ve been thinking about all day?”

She shook her head.

He inched closer, his
mouth mere centimeters from hers. Her lips parted, so ready for him.
God, she needed him to kiss her. Needed it badly. He was making her
wait for it. Making her nearly ask for it. His mouth hovered so close
she wanted to dart out her tongue and lick him. Draw him to her. His
forehead brushed hers, and her breath fluttered.

Somehow, she managed a
please.

“Please kiss you?”
he asked. “Is that what you want me to do?”

She nodded, too turned
on to form another word, even a yes.

“That’s exactly
what I’ve been thinking about all day,” he whispered.

Then he kissed her, and
he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t sweet. He was rough as he claimed her
mouth, kissing hard. She moaned as he drew her bottom lip between his
teeth then fused his mouth to hers.

His stubble rubbed
against her chin. She’d have whisker burn later. She longed for the
redness, the proof, the evidence of a bruising kiss.

The kiss lit her up.
She felt it everywhere—in her toes, in her hair, in her belly.

And, deliciously,
between her legs.

She ached for him
there. She angled her hips closer as they kissed, desperately seeking
contact from him. God, how she wanted him. And she didn’t even know
his name.

But he knew her body.

He knew her desires.

He held her hands so
tightly they might as well be cuffed. In a flash, he changed his
grip, wrapping both her wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned
behind her back. He moved his free hand to the front of her dress and
found his way up her skirt. He broke the kiss as his fingertips
brushed above her knee, touching her stockings and her garter. “Are
you wet for me, Sophie?”

“Yes,” she said on
a pant.

“Are you hot for me?”
he asked, racing closer to her heat.

“God, yes.”

“Was I wrong about
anything I told you?”

She shook her head.
“No.”

“Do you still want to
ask me if I’m a good lover?” He flicked his finger against her
clit. Ripples of pleasure spread through her body. She inhaled
sharply and bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out loud.

“No. I don’t need
to ask you,” she said as he stroked her through her black lace
panties.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she
whispered as sparks shot through her bloodstream.

“Why not?” he
asked, as if he were truly so damn curious.

“Because you’re
showing me.”

His fingers glided
across the wet panel of her panties, stroking faster as she rocked
into him. He kept a firm grip on her wrists as she greedily sought
his friction. “That’s right,” he said roughly. “I’m showing
you, Sophie. I’m showing you exactly what I can do to you.”

He stopped momentarily.
Her eyes widened. A trace of fear zipped through her. Fear that he
might not let her come. “Did you want to question me again?” he
asked, taunting her. “I can stop if you have questions.”

“No,” she said, her
breath staccato.

“Good. But I want to
question you.”

“Anything,” she
panted. “Ask me anything.”

He fixed her with a
serious stare. “Are you sure you want to go out on stage having
just come all over my hand?”

“Yes,” she said,
begging.

He leaned in closer to
her ear. “I can’t hear you. Say it again.”

“Yes, God yes.”

He ran his fingers
across the wet lace. He narrowed in on her where she wanted him. She
was so close to the edge, and she needed him to keep touching her.
She needed his fingers flying across her clit. Touching her until she
fell apart.

“Beg for it,” he
commanded.

“
Please
,”
she whispered in his ear, her knees shaking, so desperate was she for
release. “Please make me come.”

SINFUL
DESIRE
is available everywhere!