Free Wild Card by Moira Rogers Page A

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 know.” He smoothed his hand down her back and rubbed his thumb over the curve of her ass before drawing back. He could hear her heart pounding as he hovered, teasing her with his cock barely inside her. “Say it again.”
    “Need you.”