Free Requested Surrender by Riley Murphy Page B

as he’d done last night, he slid a finger into her. Deep, really deep, and all her inner muscles remembered him. They clutched and squeezed around him, only this time instead of working her into a slow building frenzy he went right to the spot. Caressing it hard, but oh so good. Too good. She didn’t even have time to enjoy the explosion as her body moved forward before her mind had a chance to catch up.
    “Jesus Christ!” She gasped when he let go of her and stood back. She didn’t move for a moment while she tried to calm her racing heart. Licking her lips and pushing the hair out of her eyes, she was going to pull up her pants, but he beat her to it.
    “David.”
    He actually lifted her by the pants so she slid right down into her thong first and then her Levis as he bounced her. Not very ladylike or elegant, but effective none-the-less. After she did up the zipper and refastened the button she blew the hair off her cheek and spun around to look up at him. “What was that all about?”
    There wasn’t a hair of his out of place. He looked as dead sexy now as he did when she first saw him this morning. Aggravating to the extreme especially when she had a good idea what she currently looked like. She was going to scan down to confirm her suspicions, but his words stopped her. Actually, the tone he spoke them in made her stand straighter and pay attention.
    “I can touch you like that anytime I want, and your body will always give into me. The reason being is that, right now, your submission is about as deep as my penetrating you. So where’s the challenge in that? When I request your submission, it will be immeasurable.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in an embrace that was solid. Warm. All consuming as he curled down and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to know why?”
    She didn’t trust herself to speak, as she brushed her forehead against his chest in a nod.
    “I want to touch the parts of you no one else has touched. I want to own the piece of you that has yet to be discovered. So stop resisting. Let go. Let it happen.”
    It felt so good being crushed against him that she closed her eyes and sighed. “I agreed to stay with you, and I will no matter what.”
    He leaned back and forced her to look at him. When she did she was surprised to see a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. “Although I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t want you merely coping. I want you craving. Me.”
    He kissed her then. Not the teasing, sexy let’s-get-to-know-one-another-in-a-romantic-sense kind of a kiss that they’d shared while they flirted with each other over those dinners. This was an open mouthed, hot, deep, I-fucking-want-to-know-you-in-the-most-basic-biblical-sense-possible kind of kiss. It sapped her will. Her strength and her balance when she collapsed against him with a groan. Sinking her hands his hair, she fisted those coarse strands as she anchored herself for better access to his mouth.
    By the time he broke the embrace she was glad to see that she wasn’t the only one breathing hard. He was quicker to recover, though, as he cradled her cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb over her lips, drying them. When he was done, he cleared his throat and stepped back.
    “About those plans? You aren’t allergic to dust, scared of dark places or afraid to be alone for hours at a time, are you?”
    He didn’t wait for her to answer. He only turned and headed toward the door while all kinds of things popped into her head. Him blindfolding her, tying her up and leaving her in his basement for the balance of the morning. Or maybe in an outdoor shed? No, as she headed after him, she decided those things were probably too common for a guy like him. A car. An old antique car that hadn’t been driven in a really long time that he kept parked in a garage somewhere on his estate. That could be dusty, dark and a place to be abandoned for hours at a time.
    They walked down one huge hall, turned