She stilled, obviously intrigued by that idea.
He brought his face back to hers. Her eyes stared up at him, hazy with arousal and glinting with desperation. There was something else there. A hint of capitulation that pleased his cat. This wasn’t a full surrender, though. More like she was going to let him have his way for now purely because it suited her.
Tate kissed his way between the valley of her breasts and down her stomach and then gripped the waistband of both her jeans and panties. He spread more hungry kisses along her navel as he ever so slowly began to tug down her jeans and panties, stopping when they hit mid-thigh, trapping her legs in place.
Ignoring her frown, he did a teasing foray at the soft, bald V of her thighs with his tongue. “Haven’t tasted my pussy in over a week. I’m gonna enjoy this.” He used his thumbs to spread open her slick folds, and then he lapped at her clit and slit.
She was going to kill him, Havana decided. She was. The asshole knew she hated the feeling of being restricted. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t hate it, she just hated that she liked it. In truth, being unable to move her legs—unable to spread them, or lift them, or expose more of her pussy to his mouth—inflamed her even more than it frustrated her.
She gasped as he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Damn if the man didn’t have one talented mouth. She wanted more of it.
She squirmed. “My clothes. Get them off.”
He lashed her clit with his tongue. “All right. On one condition.”
Havana narrowed her eyes, and her devil went still. “What?”
“Once I’ve got you naked, you have to spread those thighs wide and offer me what I want.”
In other words, he wanted another element of surrender from her. Not a surprise. She almost jumped as he gently scraped his teeth over the V of her thighs.
He inhaled deeply. “Not sure what I love more—your taste or your scent.” He suckled on her clit again, not so gentle this time.
She palmed the back of his head and bucked toward his mouth, not whatsoever impressed when he stopped.
“Well, what’ll it be? You want me to eat this pussy or not?”
She felt her nostrils flare. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want. Then you give me what I want.”
“Done.” Tate stood, pulled off her shoes, and then ragged off what was left of her clothes. He also shed his own clothing.
She could only stare at the thick, long cock tapping his belly. He made a damn spectacular sight with the broad shoulders, roped muscle, sleek tanned skin, rock-hard abs, and solid thighs.
He flicked up an expectant brow. A growl of approval rattled his chest when she slowly spread her legs, offering herself. “That’s it.” He knelt on the bed, gripped her hips, yanked her pussy to his mouth, and then plunged his tongue inside her.
Havana fisted the bedsheets. “Oh, fuck.” There was no teasing, no playing. He drove her hard and fast toward an orgasm—licking, probing, nipping, and feasting—but the bastard stopped just before she came. “Oh my God, you are such an asshole!”
Barely holding back a smile, Tate wiped his face on her stomach and then draped himself over her. “I don’t want you coming until I’m in you.” He palmed her ass and tilted her hips, loving how she clung to his back. She sucked in a sharp breath as he lodged the thick head of his cock inside her. But he didn’t thrust forward, didn’t give her more.
She pricked his back with her nails. “Tate.”
He lightly bit her earlobe. “What do you want, Havana? You have to tell me.” Because he didn’t want any recriminations. He didn’t want her later accusing him of seducing her against her better judgement or some shit like that. But, being a little miffed that he hadn’t once let her come, she didn’t seem in the mood to be cooperative.
She licked her lips. “You,” she replied simply, stubbornly.
Tate sank another inch of his dick inside her. “That’s not a good enough answer. Too vague, as you well know.” He lightly raked his teeth along her cheek. “What do you want?”
Her upper lip quivered. “Stop talking and just do it.”
He closed his teeth warningly around her jaw. “Do what?”
“Get inside me.”
“I already am inside you. If you want more of my dick, make me believe you want it.”
She snarled. “Fuck this shit.” She punched up her hips, aiming to impale herself on him, but he’d pre-empted her.
Tate reared back, pulling out of her, and slid off the mattress so that he stood at the foot of the bed. He flipped her over, gripped her ankles, and yanked her down the mattress until only the upper part of her body rested on it.
She fisted the sheets for purchase, but he clamped his fingers around her wrists and then pinned her hands behind her back, keeping them both trapped in one of his. He used the weight of his legs and hips to pin her lower body still so that no amount of squirming freed her.
“Let me up, you prick!” Havana stilled as he slowly slid two thick, calloused fingers inside her. The sensation was just … God, she needed it. Needed more. Needed everything.
He swirled his fingers. “When I get my cock in you, I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna take what I’ve been craving for over a goddamn week. And you’re going to love it. You’re going to love every second of it. But none of that’s going to happen until you tell me that you want it.” He roughly pushed his fingers even deeper, shocking a gasp out of her. “So fucking say it.”
She didn’t bother struggling again—there’d be no moving, no bucking him off, no deterring him from having exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t going to take her until she backed down. Even her devil recognized that. “I want it,” she ceded, letting herself go pliant against the mattress. “I want you to fuck me.”
He hummed in masculine satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the broad tip of his cock. “Come when you’re ready.”
Dear God, he slammed home with such force that it knocked the breath from her lungs. Her inner muscles squeezed him tight, wrenching a groan out of him. “Fuck me,” she rasped.
Keeping her hands pinned behind her back, he rode her hard, digging the fingers of his free hand into her hip. She felt the slap of his balls each time he drove forward. She would have reared back to meet his thrusts if she could have moved. But, in a display of pure male domination, he completely overpowered her. And she liked it. Wanted it. Had needed it from second one.
She came within minutes, but he didn’t stop. He savagely fucked in and out of her, grunting and growling. She fought to free her hands for the hell of it, but he kept his grip tight around her wrists as he quite simply rutted on her.
“That’s it, fight me.” Tate slid his hand from her hip to her nape and used it to pin her down as he kept on powering into her. She bit out a harsh curse and struggled again. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
If Tate thought she wanted to be free, he’d release her hands. But she liked the struggle; liked it rough. Which was a real good thing, because Tate’s control had left him the second her blazing hot pussy enveloped every inch of his dick. There was no way of getting that control back when his senses were swamped by her—her throaty moans, the scent of her arousal, the hot clasp of her inner muscles, the sight of her bent over the bed taking his cock.