Chapter 12
Tiffany hadn’t expected it to feel all that different. However, the second his tongue connected with her freshly shaven skin, she nearly came undone. “Oh, wow,” she said, gasping from the riot of sensations that erupted from her core. “God.”
“I take it you approve?”
Moaning, she raised her hips, silently begging for more. When he didn’t immediately comply, a tortured-sounding “please” escaped from her lips.
Chuckling softly, he sucked and teased her into a series of orgasms that seemed to go on forever. When she returned from the dazzling journey, he was poised between her legs, his erection nudging at her tingling core.
“I want to see you,” she said. Her voice sounded rough and hoarse, as if she’d been screaming. Maybe she had been. She couldn’t say for sure. “And touch you.”
He removed the blindfold and then the cuffs.
Tiffany stretched her arms and then curled them around him, gazing up at him.
He stared down at her, intensely focused, which only made her want him more. She’d never been the subject of such intense attention from a man, and it was a huge turn-on.
“Now, Blaine.” With her hands on his back and then his backside, she urged him to take her.
However, he wasn’t done torturing her. Rather than take what she offered so blatantly, he bent his head and sucked hard on her nipple. “Not quite yet.” He sucked it between his teeth and made her whimper from the arousing combination of pain and pleasure. “Turn over.”
“Blaine…”
“Just do it.”
She looked up at him. “Will I get a turn to be in charge?”
“Any time you want, baby. Just not tonight.”
Reluctantly, she turned onto her belly and waited to see what he would do. She kept her eyes closed and focused on breathing while she could. She’d learned to expect him to steal the breath from her lungs.
When she heard him rustling around with the items on the bedside table, she had to force her eyes to remain closed. His hands were suddenly on her back, gliding and smoothing over her tense muscles as the citrusy aroma of the massage oil he’d bought at the store filled her senses.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Mmm.” All the tension seemed to leave her body as she drifted on a cloud of contentment. “So good.”
As he worked his way down her back, she felt the hard press of his erection against her bottom.
She raised her hips and pressed against him, hoping he’d take the hint that she was more than ready. Once again, he ignored her signals and continued with his own agenda.
Groaning, she said, “You’re out to torture me tonight, aren’t you?”
“The way I see it, I’m torturing myself and pleasuring you.”
“How’s that?”
“You’ve gotten to come—a couple of times. I haven’t.”
“Oh,” she said, swallowing. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Laughing softly, he continued to slide his hands over her back, moving lower with every sweep. When he turned his full focus to her bottom, the breath caught in her throat and every nerve ending in her body stood up to take notice. She’d had no idea that was such an erogenous zone.
“Breathe,” he said in the sexy voice that was a turn-on all by itself.
Tiffany sucked in a greedy deep breath.
“Keep breathing.” His talented fingers kneaded her cheeks, delving into the cleft between them and setting off a whole new riot of reaction throughout her body.
She clutched the pillow so tightly her fingers ached while she focused on drawing air into her starving lungs. She’d had no idea—no idea at all—that sex could be so all-consuming. Nothing in her past with Jim had prepared her for such an inventive, creative, thoughtful, sexy lover.
He leaned away from her, reaching for something on the bedside table.
The next thing she knew, he was urging her onto her knees and arranging her so her bottom was in the air.
Tiffany was both mortified and wildly curious at the same time. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard him rip open a condom and roll it on and was filled with relief to know he was finally getting to the main event. She braced herself for his entry.
“Relax and let me in.”
Right, Tiffany thought. Easy enough.
He teased and coaxed his way in, and from the tingle and heat his entry generated, she realized he’d used the lube that heated on contact.
Later, when she was able to piece together a coherent thought or two, she’d have to think about how the product made the experience even more exciting than it would’ve been otherwise.
Right now, however, she was hardly thinking like a businesswoman.
“Blaine…”
His hands came around to cup her breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. “What, baby? Tell me. How does it feel?”
“I need to come. Please.”
“You got it.” Grasping her hips, he pressed himself against her opening, pushing and retreating, urging her to yield to him.
“Relax, baby. It’s okay. Let me in.”
Her entire focus was on the burn and stretch of sensitive tissues as he worked his way into her.
And then he rolled the tight bundle of nerves at her core between his fingers, and she came in a burst of light and heat so intense she wondered if she would survive the flight.
In the throes of the most astonishing orgasm of her life, he hammered into her, taking her higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go.
She floated back down to find him still lodged deep within her, pulsing with his own release.
His heart beat so hard and so fast, she could feel it against her back as he sucked in one deep breath after another.
When he began to withdraw from her, she stopped him.
“Not yet,” she said, gripping the hand he’d laid on her belly.
“Not yet.” As they lay pressed together in a sweaty, pulsating mess, it occurred to Tiffany that she’d had no business opening a sex-toy shop without having the first clue about what toys brought to the act.
It would take her days, maybe weeks, to process the impact of this man and the reactions he’d managed to coax from her body.
“What’re you thinking?” His lips were soft against her shoulder.
Her overly sensitive skin erupted in goose bumps from that simple caress.
“That I’m glad I let you talk me into trying out some of the stuff from the store.”
His chuckle rumbled through him, making his chest hair rub against her back.
Tiffany had never felt more in tune with another human being, except for Ashleigh, but that was different. Very, very different from the overwhelming emotions she’d experienced with him.
“I take it that means you approve.”
She nodded. “I read every word that came with each item and felt like I could talk intelligently about them to my customers. But now…”
“Now you can speak from experience.”
“Yes.” She squeezed his hand. “It’s never been like that. Ever.”
“For me, too.”
“So it was different?” Tiffany cringed to herself, knowing she was fishing, but she couldn’t help that she wanted to know more about him. Suddenly, she wanted to know everything.
“Hell, yes, it was different. Right from the beginning, you’ve been different from anyone I’ve ever known.”
While the slight movement of his hips reminded her he was still lodged deep inside her, his words set off a whole other kind of heat in the vicinity of her badly wounded heart.
“How is it different?”
He was quiet for a long moment. “For one thing, you’re not after everything you can get from me, regardless of what it costs me.”
Tiffany tried to understand what he meant. “They took money from you?”
“Worse—they went for my soul.”
“How so?”
After a long pause, he cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’d much rather talk about you and this.” He lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers.
While her body reacted instantly to him as it always did, her heart was disappointed that he was unwilling to share more about his past with her.
She ran her hand up his arm and then back down to link her fingers with his. “If I ever ask for more than you’ve got to give, will you tell me?”
“Baby, you’re not made of that kind of stuff. You stand on your own two feet and take care of yourself. It would never occur to you to expect a man to solve all your problems for you.”
His gruffly spoken words made her heart contract with a painful rush of emotion. “That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I mean it,” he said, drawing her in tighter against him.
That was when she realized he was once again fully erect and throbbing inside her.
“Hold that thought,” he said with a kiss to her cheek. “I need to get another condom.”
When he would’ve withdrawn from her, she stopped him. “I’m on the pill.”
He went completely still.
“I’ve never been with anyone but Jim, and I had a physical recently. I’m healthy.”
“I have physicals every year for work.”
“In that case…”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Tiffany laughed softly at the amazement she heard in his tone. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“I think my heart just stopped.” He withdrew from her slowly, and when he was finally free, he kissed her shoulder and then her cheek. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
She delighted in watching the flex of his finely sculpted rear as he strode purposefully into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
She shifted onto her back and stretched her arms and legs, which set off an explosive reaction that rippled from her bottom to her scalp, toes, fingertips and everywhere in between.
He returned and stood by the side of the bed, staring down at her. His erection was tall and proud, nearly reaching the indented navel on his muscular belly.
Tiffany couldn’t believe this strong, sexy, gorgeous man had set his sights on her. She held out a hand to him, but as usual, he had his own ideas about how this would go.
He pointed to the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She moved carefully until she knelt before him at the edge. She reached out to stroke him and enjoyed the sight of his head thrown back, which exposed the strong column of his throat.
And then his hand was over hers, stopping her. “Lie down.”