She nodded slowly, her eyes so green they gleamed at him. She looked sexy, so hot he could barely breathe looking at her. She didn’t have any inhibitions. She didn’t make judgments about right and wrong. She was afraid, but it was all new, and she had trust issues. He had to give this to her. Let her feel in control.

“This is amazing. It is better when your mouth is on me,” she admitted. “But it’s scary at the same time.”

“Doesn’t that add to the excitement? To what you’re feeling?”

She didn’t take her gaze from his when she nodded.

“Untie me, baby. Let me show you what you really need.”

She thought it over. He could see how much she wanted to, but she just couldn’t. There was too much fear of the unknown – of him. He was incredibly strong, and he had his own talents. Just the difference in their sizes gave him all the advantages. He saw the regret in her eyes.

“You could do something to me I didn’t like.” You could hurt me.

He felt the echo of her fear in his gut. She really was terrified of him – of more than what he could do to her physically. And that made her terrified for him. She still thought of herself as a monster. If she were hurt, she would strike out.

“It’s all right, Cayenne,” he assured her gently. “This works for me, but you need to know, something doesn’t work when you’re in my bed, you just tell me, we’ll stop immediately. Always. If you’re just afraid because you don’t know what is coming, we’ll stop and talk about it. When you’re in my bed, I want only pleasure for you – for us. So if you need this time to explore and feel in control, take it.”

“You’re not upset with me?”

“Baby.” He said it softly. “How can I be upset with you? Look at you, you’re absolutely beautiful and so sexy I can’t believe what a lucky man I am. Of course I want my hands on you. And my mouth. I want my cock inside of you. I want to make you scream with pleasure.”

She blinked. Her lashes fluttered and her face flushed. Her hands crept up to her breasts involuntarily. “You can do that?” Her voice came out breathy. Excited. Shocked.

“Yeah, baby, I can do that. Slide your hand down your body, Cayenne, but do it slow. Feel that glide of your palm. Over your belly. Down lower. In those tight curls. Stroke the hourglass with your fingers.” He wanted to stroke that hourglass. His fingers itched to do so. His mouth salivated, needing to trace that red outline with his tongue.

She took a breath and then complied, following the image of his hand as it slid down her body from her breasts to her belly button.

“I’ll be spending some time getting acquainted with your body, Cayenne,” he said softly, his own breath hitching, becoming labored. She was more than sensual. Her fingers sliding down along the path in his mind. He couldn’t feel the soft silk of her skin, but watching was hot.

“See all those drops of cream caught there? I’d use my tongue to get every last one. Curl your fingers inside where I want to touch. Feel all that sweet, spicy honey? That’s mine. That’s for me. I want that. I can’t get it myself so you’ll have to do it for me.”

She gasped as her fingers disappeared inside. His breath slammed right out of his lungs, leaving him burning.

“Fuck, baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Feed it to me. I need that right now. Bring your fingers out coated with my honey and feed it to me.” His voice was hoarse. His fist pumped harder.

She withdrew her fingers and held them out to him. He opened his mouth, without leaning toward her, forcing her to lean into him, burning his chest with her sex as she pushed her fingers gently into his mouth. He closed his lips around them, his tongue curling and stroking to get off every last drop of honey.

“That’s not enough, baby,” he said softly. “I need more. You can’t just give me a taste and then take that away. It’s mine, and now I’m starving for it. Crawl up here. Close. You’ll be in control so don’t be scared. I can’t hold you down like I want to and eat you until you’re screaming for mercy, but I can show you a little of what it can be like.”

“I don’t understand.” But she was already moving her body toward his face, caught up in the sexual spell woven so tight between them – the temptation to know more drawing her to him.

“Open your knees wide, Cayenne. Scoot a little more until your thighs are on either side of my face.” He breathed the wild, exotic scent of her into his lungs. Need was so strong he found himself shaking. He didn’t do that. Ever.

He had never once, in all the fantasies he’d had, all the times he took a woman, envisioned this. Unable to use his hands. One fist tight around his throbbing, pulsing cock, so engorged his skin felt as if it might burst. If someone had asked, he would have said he would hate it, but now, he’d never burned hotter.

“If you get too scared, you can just inch away. But let me have this. You know it’s mine. You know you are. Your body is. Push forward, baby and keep your knees wide. Put one hand on the mattress beside my head. Remember, you’re in control. You need to grind down, do it. You need to move your hips, do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The fear was pressing in on her again, but the lure of knowing more, receiving more pleasure – pleasure she’d never known in her life – sharing this with him, was even stronger.

Her gaze remained steady on his. “No one’s ever given me the things you have, Trap. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I dream of you. Usually when I dream, well – things aren’t nice. But when you’re there, you change everything. I didn’t know I could feel like this. Physically or emotionally.”

That was his woman, honest no matter what. She had no idea how to lie to him, and he loved that. He needed it. In his own way, the ride was both terrifying and exhilarating to him. He was taking his one shot at the dream of having someone of his own. Someone who really cared about him, not his money or prestige. Not the awards he’d gotten for his research or getting her picture in magazines or on television because she was on his arm. Never once, with all the times he’d been with a woman had his emotions been just as strong as his physical reaction, and with Cayenne, he found both were off the Richter scale.

“Neither did I,” he admitted. For her. Because she deserved to know.