Wynd Temptress Part 8

He didn't answer, but instead slid a finger up into her c.u.n.t. Her breath stopped with the quick sweep of pleasure.

"Look at me." He knelt back on his heels, his finger still impaled in her, his huge body tense with arousal. "I want you to watch me feel every inch of you."

She closed her eyes and groaned.

"Open them, Jez."

She bit her lip and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, her eyes pleading with him to touch her. His thumb grazed her c.l.i.t for just a second before slipping away. Her c.l.i.t throbbed violently, just short of release. She closed her eyes and moaned.

"Keep them open," he demanded.

She lifted her lashes, determined this time to hold his gaze, despite that her body vibrated with l.u.s.t.

His finger slid out and back to her b.u.t.tocks and probed her bottom. "Oh..." She sucked in a breath.

"Keep your eyes open while I slide into you," he said, his eyes burning with arousal as he slicked her juices around her tight hole.

"I'm trying." She shuddered when he pushed his finger in one knuckle deep and then stopped.

"Oh, my G.o.d." Her body clamped down hard against the erotic sensation as though not sure whether to rebel or relax with the penetration, but so alive with the pleasure. Her c.l.i.t swelled harder than she'd ever imagined it could.

"I..." she choked, "didn't know how much I'd liked that."

He smiled in approval and then rubbed his thumb over her c.l.i.t. Her hips rocketed off the ledge.

"I think you'd like to be f.u.c.ked both places at once, wouldn't you?" he taunted, his eyes bright with desire.

She gasped, unable to answer, as he eased a little farther into her bottom and then made circles around her c.l.i.t.

"Wouldn't you?"

"I..." Her body melted and then shook, quivering with desire, but she held his gaze.

His eyes smoldered. "Answer me, Jez, and don't lie to me."

"Yes," she choked, feeling the flush burn her cheeks but unable to keep the vision of being penetrated from both ends out of her mind.

"Or..." He moved close and whispered in her ear, "...three ways." He licked her earlobe.

When she gasped in response he smiled against her hair.

"Who would you like f.u.c.king you?" he growled. "A few of those muscle-bound gorillas who hovered around you before that meeting?"

"What?" she choked. "No."

"You're lying." He slid his finger deeper causing pleasured, needy sounds erupting from her throat. His thumb continued its relentless gentle stroking.

"I can't..."

"Tell me, Jez." He slid his finger smoothly out and then slipped back, deep into her bottom.

She couldn't think. He began a gentle rhythmic thrusting. She could only feel and want. Need overwhelmed her. She spread her legs wider, not caring about the image she made as she bucked against his hand, yanking at her restraints.

He barely grazed her c.l.i.t now and his finger slid out and stopped.

"That's enough."

The breath left her lungs.

"I already know you want me s.e.xually, and I'm not interested."

Oh, my G.o.d. She wanted to kill him. Was he crazy?

She thrashed and screamed at him, "Then at least release me so I can satisfy myself!"

He stroked one long finger over her cheek. "I will be releasing you," he said, his eyes moving over her, studying her expression. "It's what you want, isn't it?"

She couldn't answer him, couldn't think at all. She was gasping for breath, her mind a fog of l.u.s.t.

He started talking again, but only half of what he said reached her brain. She so badly needed him to be inside her. What did he say about her having to invite him into her body?

He turned his back on her and gathered up some of the oil. She watched his b.u.t.tocks flex and tighten as he moved.

He took a heavy breath. "The rumors about PSI agents hunting down psychics and killing them are exaggerated by the renegades. Unless they are plotting with the new council to overthrow the government, they are free to live their lives as they are."

"I see." She gave a quiet sigh, no longer wanting him to release her.

He came back to her. "Look at me, Jez." Her eyes met his. "When I release you, you had better not run or hide from me, or you'll be sorry."

"What do you mean? Why would I do that now?"

"I don't know." He trailed a finger down her throat. "You probably wouldn't even know why you did it. But I'm not leaving until I'm sure you're safe. And I don't feel like getting my head bashed in again."

Leaving? The thought filled her with panic. "I don't want you to leave."

"Why?" He cupped her chin, his eyes searching her face, intense and burning into her thoughts.

"Why?" She swallowed. She didn't know, other than she wanted him desperately. The need to be filled by him overwhelmed her.

"Please...Adam."

His gaze softened when she called him by name.

"You know what I want," she pleaded softly.

"I know more than you know yourself." He leaned in close, his eyes open, and brushed his lips with hers. "And I know what you need. Don't I? Even if you don't." His tongue flicked over her lips.

"Yes," she breathed, touching the tip of her tongue to his and reaching for more. He ran his tongue along her lips, tracing and exploring their shape, molding them together.

"Yes, what?" he growled, sucking on her bottom lip and then trailing his tongue along her jaw line and biting with tiny nips that took her breath away.

"Yes, whatever you say, Adam."

He grazed the tender skin along her neck with his teeth. "If you think I'll settle for half of you, you're crazy." He suckled gently on the delicate pulse that throbbed erratically under his skillful mouth.

He lifted her to sit on the tub's ledge. His eyes dropped to the tiny rivulets of water that settled on the downy hair at the juncture of her legs.

He soaped his hands and smoothed his palms over her stomach and then lower, tangling his fingers in her soft curls. He spread her legs wide, his dark eyes glittering like polished stones.

Arousal flooded her as she watched his jaw flex and go rigid at the sight of her, so flushed and swelled, so ready for him. Her s.e.x was splayed open by desire, inviting to be f.u.c.ked. Surely he'd succ.u.mb to her now?

He smoothed his palms down along her inner thighs and watched her s.e.x throb under the heat of his gaze.

"Maybe I should soap my c.o.c.k and clean you thoroughly," he murmured.

"Yes, please, Adam."

He trailed his fingertips along her swollen lips and leaned in close and studied her. Her c.l.i.t throbbed, aching for his tongue. When he touched her with the pad of one soapy finger, she cried out. And then his fingers were everywhere, slipping up her p.u.s.s.y and thrusting, sliding over her l.a.b.i.a, rubbing the sides of her c.l.i.t.

"Do you think you're clean enough?" he murmured, his eyes liquid with desire.

"No." She arched her hips into his hands as every finger continued in motion along her swollen lips. He pinched her c.l.i.t.

She gasped and shuddered.

"I can't forget your other hole. The one in which I raped you last night, right, Jez?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I mean..."

"Look at me." His eyes were hard. "Shall I clean you thoroughly there, too?"

She nodded.

"Ah..." A smile curved his lips as his finger slid between her b.u.t.tocks. "Yes, you'd most definitely like being f.u.c.ked from both ends at the same time, wouldn't you?" He probed her bottom with his finger and she shuddered violently. "Answer me, Jez. Wouldn't you?"

She was drowning in sensation. "Yes, anything, please."

"Open for me," he growled.

She tried to relax into his hand but she was strung so tight she was shaking.

He splashed her p.u.s.s.y with water and then his mouth was on her, his tongue flicking along her c.l.i.t and then sliding along her lips. She screamed with the pleasure of his tongue sweeping over her, laving every layer of her before he returned to her hardened bud. His finger sunk deep into her bottom. She sobbed.

When he suckled her c.l.i.t harder, she exploded around his lips and his finger, throbbing with the exquisite pleasure as wave after wave of contractions gripped her in a s.e.xual heat that was torture and that seemed to go on forever. Every muscle turned to liquid fire, everything centered at her c.u.n.t and then burst out to every nerve in her body.

When she finally collapsed, hanging limp in her restraints, he jumped up and unlocked her wrists. She fell into his arms.

"Jez," he murmured, taking her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and then he carried her out of the tub. He ran his lips over her forehead and murmured non-sensical words she didn't understand.

Then she was lying along the big bed and he was toweling her off.

He rolled her onto the large terry towel and patted her back and b.u.t.tocks dry. She stretched languorously, enjoying a deep contentment that filled her clear down to her toes. She sighed and almost drifted off to sleep.

His large hands stroked and kneaded her shoulders, then drifted to where her wrists had been locked. He pressed his lips where tender skin had met cold metal and licked.

Then he kissed the nape of her neck with featherlike kisses that trailed along her hairline. Her blissful state made her forget that he hadn't reached satisfaction until she felt the evidence of it pressed against her thigh.

"Sleep," he murmured, rising from the bed.

She flipped over and watched him grab a towel for himself from the neatly piled stack alongside the tub. He was still bone hard. His muscles flexed and rippled as he rubbed the towel down his powerful body.

"What about you?" she asked.

He looked up and scowled. "What about me?"

"Come here," she said softly. "I'll take care of you."

He dropped the towel onto the carpet and flung open the doors of a large closet. After he grabbed a pair of sweat shorts off a shelf, he shoved his legs into them and hiked them up. She was sure that the elastic waist was a welcome relief. There was no way he could get that impressive erection zipped up.

She dragged her eyes away and looked at his face. He was turned away from her. "Come over here, Adam."

He looked over at her, his eyes a mixture of impatience and regret. "I told you. I'm not interested in s.e.x. I want more."

He turned from her and riffled through a cabinet full of dresses.

"More of what?" What did he expect from her? That in little more than twenty-four hours of being kidnapped, she'd receive some revelation that they were meant for each other? Or that she would fall in love with him?

He came over to her and laid a white sundress on the bed. "This should fit." He placed satin panties beside it.

"Whose are those?"

"Jenna's. She's a female agent built like you only shorter. They should do fine."

"Sounds like you know this Jenna intimately."

"I do," he said, meeting her gaze but offering nothing more.

A stab of jealously p.r.i.c.ked her. "Well I'm not wearing another woman's panties." She flung them aside and picked up the dress.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged and turned from her. "I'm going out by the pool. There's body lotion and perfume on the dressing table if you care to use it." He headed toward the door.

"All Jenna's, I suppose?" she called after him.

He slammed the bedroom door behind him.