It felt incredible, pleasure licking up my spine as I watched the flames in his eyes leap high.
His expression was taut, his jaw hard, and I could almost feel the tension in his body myself. He was still holding himself back and yet it was getting difficult for him.
Satisfaction unwound inside me and I slid my finger out then back in again, feeling my own wetness and heat, allowing myself to give in to the sheer pleasure of it. To having this powerful man watch me as I touched myself, taut and hungry and not able to touch me. Because I had said so.
I arched back in my seat, moaning as I moved my finger faster, rubbing at my clit with my other hand, watching him from beneath my lashes, his gaze fixed between my legs.
I added another finger and he growled, a rumble coming from deep in his chest, a rough, hungry sound. ‘You like to push, don’t you?’
‘No fun otherwise.’ I panted, shifting again, moving my hips in time with my hand, electric ripples of pleasure moving through me and making me gasp.
The blunt, scarred lines of his face became set, his knuckles white where he gripped the armrests. His nostrils flared as if he’d scented me, his focus intensifying.
Was he near the edge? Was he going to go over like I was? Because I would and very quickly if I wasn’t careful. Watching him watch me was unbelievably erotic and it wouldn’t take much to send me flying.
But I wanted to see him break first.
I lifted one leg, hooking it over the armrest, brushing the back of his hand, opening myself up wider so he could get an even better view. And he growled again, a low, rough warning, flashing me a brief, electric glance that told me he was hanging by a thread.
Exhilaration gripped me, like throwing a car around the track, foot to the floor, seeing how fast you could go and still stay in control. Stay in command.
Go faster.
I arched in my seat, sinking both fingers deep inside, moaning softly at the pleasure that rolled through me, letting my thigh rest heavily against the back of his hand.
He cursed, filthy and low. ‘Miss Little, keep playing with fire and you’re going to get burned.’
‘Why?’ I panted. ‘Am I too much for you?’
And just like that, the warning in his eyes blazed into intent. He shifted, reaching for the hand between my thighs and pulling it away. Then he lifted my slick fingers and drew them into his mouth.
The suddenness of the movement and the heat of his tongue around my fingers stole every breath I had.
I gasped as he began to slowly and methodically suck, his gaze on mine. The pressure was gentle and yet I felt it intensely, as if he were sucking on something else. Something far more sensitive.
I shuddered, my breathing getting faster, the unfulfilled ache between my thighs acute. I wanted to come but suddenly I didn’t want to make myself do it. I wanted him to do it for me.
And he must have known that, must have read it in my gaze, because he took my hand from his mouth and placed it down on one of the armrests. ‘Hold on,’ he ordered. ‘Don’t let go.’
Excitement wound through me and part of me wanted to argue with him. But I wanted his touch more, so I obeyed, shivering as he did the same with my other hand, before holding both hands down by covering them with his own. Then he gave me one blazing glance, before he leaned forward and buried his head between my spread thighs.
Fire burst along every nerve ending I had.
I arched in the seat, crying out as he pushed his tongue into me, a hard thrust that nearly tipped me over the edge. But not quite. I groaned, shivering all over, the pleasure of it indescribable.
I’d never had a man do this to me, had never felt the rough prickle of his stubble against my inner thighs, or the pressure of his tongue in my pussy. It was incredible, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.
Then he pulled back, his tongue beginning to explore me, licking me with broad, flat strokes, before finding my clit and teasing.
He seemed to know exactly how far to push without giving me exactly what I wanted, stopping before I fell over the edge, pushing me every bit as badly as I’d pushed him.
It was payback, I got that. But it was the kind of payback I was more than happy with. Well, if I hadn’t been so impatient, that was.
‘Please...’ I gasped as he flicked my clit with his tongue. ‘Oh, Mr Evans, please...’
His voice was a low vibration against my inner thigh. ‘Ash, pretty thing. You’re going to have to start calling me Ash, because no one calls their boyfriend Mr.’ A blaze of blue met mine. ‘Unless it’s in bed.’
Through the haze of pleasure, I understood. Just. ‘A-Ash,’ I managed, trying it out as I squirmed and shifted beneath the pressure of his tongue. ‘Please...’ I tried to lift my hands but he was holding them down and didn’t let me.
‘Please what? You have to tell me what you want.’
‘Please make me come. Oh, please...’
He didn’t reply, merely turned his attention back between my thighs, covering my pussy with his mouth. Then he went to work on my clit, teasing and licking, nipping too, just a little, the pain slight and yet so sweet I couldn’t stop the cry of pleasure it dragged from me.
And then one more flick of his tongue and I was gone, bucking in my seat, arching and shifting as the pleasure rocketed through me, turning me into a human firework, bursting me into flames right where I sat.
I didn’t know how long it was before I came down from the high, my body pulsing, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, my breathing wild.
But then his hands were on me and I was being gathered up from the seat and into his arms, taken over to the low couch on the opposite side of the cabin. He bent and laid me carefully down onto it before putting one hand on either side of my head and leaning over me, staring down into my eyes. The expression on his face stole my breath, the hunger for me burning bright in his gaze.
Yes, I’d pushed him. I’d pushed him right to the edge and over it. He’d broken. He’d touched me and I couldn’t help feeling as if, somehow, I’d won this round.
It made me want to test him again.
‘I want you,’ he said roughly, without any preliminaries. ‘In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you right now. But this is about you, not me. Your pleasure, not mine. So if you don’t want—’
I reached up and put a finger across his hard mouth, silencing him. Then I said huskily, ‘Fuck me, Mr Evans.’
Wildfire blazed in his eyes and for a second I thought he was going to take me there and then. But he pushed himself away and straightened to his full height. Then he began to get rid of his clothing, watching me all the while, stripping his T-shirt off and dropping it to the floor, his hand dropping to the buttons of his jeans.
I couldn’t drag my gaze from him, running over the wide, powerful planes of his bare chest, the
