She didn’t get the rest of the sentence out. His mouth crushed hers, his tongue stroking in and out, twisting the knot in her belly tighter. God, to have his mouth on her, doing this, there. Oh God, he’d make her ask for that too. She smiled even while he was kissing her. She’d read the words before but saying them out loud was something else entirely.

Her hands skimmed his waist and her fingers dug under the waist band of his sweats. She heard him curse under his breath when she coasted her hand over his ridged abs. The fact that he seemed to lose any finesse actually helped her relax. He wanted this too, just maybe he felt as lost as she did.

She went stock still when he started raising her nightgown. She was torn between terror and desire. It had been so long since a man had touched her like this. He ducked his head and pushed the nightgown neck down further with his chin. He found some spot on her neck she didn’t even know existed until this moment. He sucked, and scraped his teeth across it and electricity raced straight down her body. Her nipples, already hard, now ached so bad she tried to rub them against his chest just to relieve the tension. The nightgown was too soft and she couldn’t get the friction she needed.

“My nipples, suck my nipples, please God!” The words were out of her mouth before she thought about what she was saying. Hearing them in her voice made her burn even hotter. He just about tore the gown trying to get to her chest. Thankfully, the buttons gave and then his mouth closed on one breast. Hot suction pulled the ache tighter. The other one he rolled and pulled, when he pinched it she bowed off the bed.

“Fuck, you are stunning like this.” His words were whispered in her ear and she sobbed out a breath. His mouth went back to her breast but this time his teeth closed around her hard nipple and she felt the pulse all the way to her core. She realized she had a death grip on the sheets and moved her hands to his head, holding him there as he laved and suckled. She felt more than heard his hum of satisfaction.

His fingers traced the outline of her panties and she gulped. She felt so raw. She was a single nerve he could control at will. His fingers dipped between her legs and stroked her over the cotton.

“You’re so wet, babe. You want this?” He pressed his erection against her thigh. The heat of him burned through the thick cotton of his shorts to her skin. All she could manage in response was a moan. His chuckle was still melted dark chocolate but now it had a touch of cayenne. She turned to kiss him and he pulled his head away.

“Oh no, you don’t get this unless you ask. But I can take care of you, babe.” He slid his fingers past the lace of her panties. God, she wanted him to take them off but he was teasing her. He traced the seam of her— her pussy, drawing another moan from her. “I’m the boss, baby. What I say goes, but the first rule is you need to tell me what is going on with you. If you’re scared, don’t like the way I’m doing something, want more, then you gotta tell this dumb grunt. And yeah, it is hot as hell to hear those nasty words coming out of that prim mouth.”

“Quit teasing me you damn jarhead!” Her fingernails were leaving crescents on his arm. Not that he seemed to notice the pain they must have caused.

“Who’s the boss?” She was panting and now he’d pulled his fingers away.

“Dammit, you! You’re the boss!”

“Good girl.” The words struck a chord making her want more of his praise but she wanted his touch more. When she reached for him he pinned her hand to the mattress. “What do you want, sweetheart?” She growled at him and he took her nipple between his teeth again this time pulling it up away from her body. The action caused her womb to spasm.

“I want to touch you.”

“You got a death grip on my arm baby.” Damn him.

“I want,” she huffed a couple of breaths. “To touch your cock!”

“No can do.” When she looked at him wide-eyed the man laughed at her. “Babe, as close as I am right now. You touch me and it will be lights out. My father’s idea of the talk was to tell me the woman always comes first. Over and done. Pretty much covered everything I needed to know. So you don’t get to touch until I get to feel you come apart.” She thought she was going to lose her mind. “At least twice.” Then the evil man laughed when she groaned.

At least he went back to stroking her. He purposely avoided her clit and she was pretty sure she was going to die in the man’s bed. He lay propped on one elbow as he smiled down at her “Damn, you are the whole package, innocent nightgown, girly lace underwear, even the pigtails. And then those sweet lips, damn woman, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”

She reached for him again and he twisted so she couldn’t get her fingers near him. “Hey! What did I say?” She startled at his sharp tone but when she looked into his eyes he was smiling.

“You’re the boss and I can’t touch you.” She barely recognized her voice. Those sultry submissive words couldn’t be coming from her mouth. At least he didn’t stop stroking her this time. “Please Jameson, I need to— I ache, please!”

“Sweetheart, I am an evil bastard.”

“Please!” His finger found her entrance and he slid it home.

“Oh Jesus, baby, you are so fucking tight. Fuck, I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me, squeezing me. But I’m a little bigger than this.” He fluttered the finger inside her and her walls contracted but then he pulled out of her. She made a mewling sound and the man laughed. “Easy baby, deep breath. I can get it up and get off but I need a little more stimulation than most guys. You’re going to need to learn to work a little.” My God, he was talking like they had a real relationship, not some crazy physical fling.

“Do you always talk so much?” Her voice didn’t sound so submissive now, what she sounded was pissed. Unfortunately, this made him laugh harder. Then he slid two of those work-roughened long fingers into her stealing her breath. He pumped them in and out a few times. Eventually his thumb tapped her clit.

The top of her head tingled and the sensation started to move down her back, then he did it again and she heard a howl. A second later she realized it was her own voice, but she was shaking so hard she didn’t care about anyone hearing her. She needed to breathe but she couldn’t get air deep enough in her lungs to do her any good. Through it all he just kept stroking until she was so sensitive and spent her body recoiled involuntarily.

“Oh babe, you were breath-taking.” She couldn’t do more than grunt and roll deeper into him. He started wrapping curls around his finger and tickling her cheek with them. She tried to reach for him but her limbs were lead. She should move. At least reciprocate but she was so sleepy. Oh God, she’d never had an orgasm so strong it wiped her out. His chest rumbled under her cheek as she fell asleep.