Free Keep (Command #2) by Karyn Lawrence Page A

smothered her with his mouth, his body flattening hers roughly against the wall.
    Her soft, hot mouth was addictive and he was lost in it, drinking up her desire. It didn’t matter if this was a ploy, if she was going to give him a new ultimatum in five seconds. Whatever she wanted, he’d give it to her. It made sense to go slow, but he struggled. He wanted to prolong it, to make it last… but he was crazy with lust.
    There were steps to turning on a woman — he’d learned to work his way down. But he skipped right over that. Instead he grabbed her skirt in fistfuls, pulling up until her black panties were exposed to him. To give him the access he craved.
    Her eyes went wide with surprise, but he slammed his lips on hers the same instant he touched her, massaging the fabric covering her most sensitive spot.
    “Slow down,” she ordered in a shaky voice.
    “We haven’t even started.” They still had all their clothes on, after all. He continued until he drew a soft moan from her. Then he pushed her damp panties to the side and touched her completely. She gasped, but did nothing to stop him. If anything, she moved to allow. To encourage. She wanted his touch as much as he wanted to touch.
    It wasn’t enough and he was too impatient. The past three days had been all foreplay, and he’d gone too long without satisfaction. So he sank to his knees in front of her trembling legs. Her hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, but he couldn’t tell if she was trying to pull him back up or not. Her eyes were cast down on him. Begging him to slow down yet demanding that he continue.
    Her skirt was bunched in his hands at her hips, so when she tried to jerk away he used it to pin her back against the wall, trapping her there. His tongue traced the edge of her panties as his shoulders worked to ease her knees apart. And then he pulled the panties down her long legs.
    “What are you saying?” she demanded, breathless.
    He’d been telling her all the things he was about to do to her in German.
    “That I’m going to put my tongue here.” In one swift move he leaned in and swept his tongue on her flesh, then plunged it deep inside her. Her whole body shuddered, but he kept her upright with his hold on the skirt.
    “Go back to German,” she cried, forcing a laugh from him.
    He stayed quiet after that, listening to her heavy breathing as he tasted and teased her. Her back arched as a quiet, strangled moan rang out above him. He lifted his eyes, and caught hers staring down at him, and she glanced away, her face as red as he’d ever seen it. She was embarrassed that he’d caught her watching. Maybe she felt too vulnerable, but he’d done this partly to give her power. He was the one on his knees.
    Fingertips tangled into his hair, trying to pause him. “I don’t want to have sex.”
    He froze. “What do you think we’re doing?”
    “You go down on me, and… I’ll go down on you,” she said, unable to catch her breath. “Can that be enough?”
    He sat back, his hands bracing her hips against the wall, utterly confused. “Enough?”
    “You seem like the type of man who’ll take it personally when I don’t….” she could barely look at him, “when it doesn’t happen.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “I know my body.”
    “You do?” he said. “Well, this is my body now.” He let go of one side of her skirt, then slid a finger inside her, asserting his control, his mouth returning to the tender spot where it had just been. He wasn’t offended. This wasn’t about him. This was about the man who had trained her to not enjoy it. Shawn was going to show her what he was good at.
    It took even less time than he’d thought. He studied each ragged breath she took, every sigh of pleasure as he used his hand and tongue to bring her to the brink. A look of shock and confusion washed over her face.
    “Are you close?” he asked, drawing his mouth away, but not his hand. It continued to move in her wet