Free Down & Dirty (Bundle) by Moira Rogers Page A

hissed in a breath.
“Jack.”
    The bed dipped as he set his knee on the
edge, then knelt behind her. He indulged himself with a slow
caress, feeling the curves of her body beneath expensive silk as he
traced over her hips and squeezed her ass. When she whimpered again
and rocked back toward him, he smiled and began to inch the fabric
up. “Don’t move your hands.”
    Her knees moved, though, sliding farther
apart. “Not even to help?” she teased.
    “ If you want me to spank you, just ask,
baby.”
    “ No.” She laughed, a husky,
aroused sound. “But maybe you should tie my hands to the bed. Just
to be sure I don’t move them.”
    It was an excellent idea,
but he wasn’t in the mood to be distracted. He eased her gown
higher, until her thighs were bare and it was obvious she had
decided to forego underwear. “Maybe I’ll tie you up when I’m done
being amazed by how fucking gorgeous you are.”
    Even her shoulders blushed. “Nothing
compared to you, honey,” she whispered. “I still remember the first
time I saw you.”
    So did he. “You were seventeen,” he murmured
as he leaned over her and curled his hands around the iron on
either side of hers. “You were wild. And I’d just taken over my
father’s place as alpha. I was young and full of myself back
then.”
    “ I wanted you.” Ginny
turned her head and her hair slipped away from the curve of her
neck. “And you scared the hell out of me.”
    He brushed his lips over her pulse.
“Why?”
    “ I wasn’t ready for you,”
she admitted. “Not by a long shot.”
    “ And now?”
    “ Now?” She arched again and
rubbed her face against his. “I love you. I’m ready.”
    He’d planned hours of
teasing foreplay, of tormenting her and making her beg, making
her his . Instead he
thrust into her with one powerful stroke, burying himself in the
heat of her body and driving a choked cry from her throat. Teasing
could come later, after he’d made one thing clear. “Now you’re
mine.”
    “ I already was.” Ginny’s
head hit his shoulder, and she moaned and bucked. “Just like you
belonged to me.”
    “ For longer than you know.”
He slid one hand along her arm, savoring the smooth warmth of her
skin as he trailed his fingers down to her shoulder, then around to
cup her breast. He caught the tight nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. “Five years’ worth of fantasies, Ginny. Imagining the
things I’d do to you. The things you’d do to me.”
    Her gasp tickled deliciously along his nerve
endings. “Mmm, me too. Want to hear what I came up with?”
    He pinched her nipple harder, just to hear
that noise again. “Tell me.”
    “ R-Rainstorm last fall,”
she panted. “You came into Lottie’s wet to the skin. And it was a
cold rain, so you steamed when you went and stood next to the heater.” She
tightened around his cock as a shiver ran through her. “I
fantasized about your skin warming up under my tongue.”
    The temptation to move was powerful, but he
loved the way she squirmed beneath him. He slid his hand lower,
dipped between her legs and brushed against her clit. “Did you
touch yourself when you thought about it?”
    She jerked. “I damn near
did right in front of you. And when I got home… God, Jack, I was so
wound up I couldn’t think until I made myself come.”
    He rewarded them both with one sharp thrust
before he straightened up. Her nightgown still hung around her
waist, so he dragged it up over her head. It was long enough to
slip easily through and around the ironwork on the headboard until
her wrists were bound. “I’m sure this is plenty expensive, so don’t
go ripping it up.”
    “ Lottie gave it to me
months ago and told me to wear it for you.” Her whole body
trembled, and she gripped the headboard tighter.
    “ Maybe I’ll thank her.” He
leaned down again and bit the back of her neck. “Later.”
    “ Uh-huh.” Her pussy
squeezed tight around him again. “Later. Right now, I need
you.”
    “ I