Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online Page B

He
answered by pushing up on his hands, rubbing his very aroused
erection between her legs, making her moan with the promise of
ecstasy all over again.
    But before she could find a way to free him
of his pants, he broke the kiss and stared down at her, his chest
heaving.
    His face
was flushed with desire, his lips swollen from her mouth, his eyes
as dark as she’d ever seen them. She knew he wanted her. She
could feel that want
swelling against her sex. But there was something else in his gaze,
something that stopped her from ripping his clothes off and having
him.
    “ Hayaati … I
can’t. Not like this.”
    She didn’t know what he was talking about.
Didn’t know what that word meant, but she loved the sound of it
falling from his lips. Loved the way he was looking at her, as if
he couldn’t control his desire. As if she was dragging him to the
edge as he’d done to her. “Tariq—”
    “Did I pleasure you?” He cut her off so
quickly, she faltered.
    “ Yes. Yes ,” she
managed, trying to ignore the look. Trying to ignore the shot of
worry it sent spearing into her chest. He’d pleasured her more
thoroughly than anyone ever had. She lifted her hips again, tried
to get him to move against her. Grew hot at the thought of
returning the favor, of drawing him deep into her mouth and
swirling her tongue over his cock until he exploded in her mouth.
Then she wanted to ride him until they both came a second time. “I
want to taste you now. I want
to make you feel as good as I do.”
    He pushed back farther from her body. “That
is not part of the deal.”
    Deal? Deal ? Screw the
deal. She didn’t care that she’d never felt this kind of desire
before, that she’d never needed to be the one giving the pleasure
instead of the other way around. But it was all she could think
about. All she could feel. She wanted to be the one to make him shudder in release, to
feel his orgasm
consume him, to know she was the one
who’d given him pleasure as no one else had ever done.
    She
lifted her hips, grew more frustrated when he eased off her body.
When he put space between them. He shook his head again, brought
her fingers to his lips, kissed each one gently. “Not now, hayaati ,” he
said as if he’d read her mind. “I’ll never survive. You have to go
back before it’s too late.”
    She didn’t know what he meant. She just knew
she wanted him. But when he lifted her hand toward her chest, fear
replaced worry. “Tariq, wait—”
    “Rest. Recover. And when control has
returned, think about what is right. Think about what is wrong. I
do not want to see you destroyed by the opal. Your wish hasn’t
begun. There is still time to save yourself from my curse.”
    He pressed her fingers against the Firebrand
opal before she could stop him, brushed them slightly over the
stone, and then the world swirled around her, a vortex of smoke and
fire and heat and flame. She felt herself flying, felt her hair
tumbling across her face, the wind brushing her cheeks. And then
everything darkened and cleared, and she looked around to find
herself lying on the couch in the middle of her apartment.
    She gasped, sat up. She was wearing the same
jeans and T-shirt she’d been wearing before, but somehow she knew
everything she’d experienced had been real. Knew she hadn’t
imagined what had happened, because her breasts still tingled from
Tariq’s kisses, her sex was still wet from his mouth, and the
desire she’d felt was still zinging through her nerves, making her
want with a blinding fierceness.
    She stood on shaky legs, checked the
kitchen, her office, the bedroom. But he was nowhere to be found.
Disappointment rushed in on a wave, consumed her from the inside
out.
    Sitting on the edge of the bed, she tried to
make sense of what had just happened. He didn’t want to see her
consumed by the opal? What did that mean? Her fingers grazed the
chain, circled around to the back of her neck. And as her
fingertips brushed the clasp, it