By His Desire Read Online Free Page B

say so, or ask her a question. But since he hadn’t done either of those things, she could do what she wanted.
    And she wanted to stay silent. She wanted to take in everything that was happening, the sound of his voice and the scent of the candle and even her own nervousness. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but it was up to Keith and not her.
    All she could do was wait.
    “You mentioned last night that you like sweet wine, so I brought a bottle of that Hungarian Tokay I told you about.”
    He slid an arm behind her shoulders and helped her to sit up.
    “Try this,” he said softly, and then she felt the rim of a glass touch her mouth. She parted her lips, and Keith tilted the glass very slowly until she could take a sip.
    It was like drinking light—so sweet and sinful she felt half-drunk from just a taste. She parted her lips again, hoping for more, and Keith gave a low chuckle as he tilted the glass again.
    She took a bigger sip this time, relishing the way the wine bloomed on her tongue as it slid down her throat.
    Then the glass was gone and something else took its place.
    Keith’s mouth was on hers.
    It wasn’t a kiss as much as a whisper of satin. The brush of his lips left hers tingling, and when he did it again she actually leaned into it.
    The arm around her shoulders tightened, and his other hand slid into her hair. The pressure of his mouth was firmer now, and when she felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips she parted them eagerly.
    And then he took her mouth for his own. His tongue was everywhere, stroking her until she felt it between her legs. Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears. The sensations were so overwhelming that she pulled back with a gasp.
    Then she panicked. She’d pulled away. Was that allowed? No—it couldn’t be. He’d said she had to do everything he wanted.
    “Sarah.”
    His arm slipped from behind her shoulders and he settled his hand on her hip. She tensed up, waiting to hear what he would say next.
    “There may be times this week when you say no or pull away but you don’t really want to end our deal. So when you say no or pull away, I’m going to ignore it. You may even decide you like the way that feels. But if you’re serious about wanting me to stop whatever I’m doing, then I want you to say...” He hesitated a moment. “Abstract Expressionism. If you say that, then I’ll stop, and we’ll be done. Okay?”
    He’d given her a way to freak out without ruining everything. She relaxed in relief, and nodded. “Okay.”
    “So let’s try this out,” he whispered, leaning close.
    One of his big hands brushed up her arm, over her shoulder, into her hair. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin of her earlobe, and when she shivered in pleasure he did it again.
    Then his other hand was on her left shoulder, and he slid one finger under her camisole strap.
    A rush of sensation and anxiety made her stomach clench, and she felt herself stiffen.
    “Tell me no,” he said, and she realized that she wanted to. Not because she wanted him to stop, but because this was so new and intense she needed an outlet for her nerves.
    “No,” she whispered, and then Keith put his hands at the hem of her camisole and pulled it off so quickly she squeaked.
    She covered herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest. Keith gripped her shoulders in his powerful hands and exerted steady, inexorable pressure to ease her down onto the bed. He grasped one of her wrists and pulled it up over her head, slipping something soft around it. He did the same thing to her other wrist. And then she was lying with her arms stretched over her head, her hands caught in velvet cuffs and her upper body naked.
    Her heart thumped in her chest and her breath came in ragged pants. “Stop,” she gasped, as Keith’s mouth descended onto her breast. And then—“Stop,” she said again, even as her back arched involuntarily to bring her closer to him.
    His hand replaced his mouth,