Dirty Sexy Cuffed (Dirty Sexy Series Book 3)

Sarah shivered at Levi’s enticing words, especially when he followed up his husky comment by sliding his warm, damp tongue along her skin while pushing the strap of her dress and bra down her right arm, exposing more surface for him to taste. Another long, slow lick had her thighs clenching against the tingling sensation burgeoning between her legs, and when he gently sank his teeth into the tendons along her shoulder, she moaned as her entire body jolted from the deliciously arousing edge of pain he delivered.

Her nipples tightened into hard peaks that strained against the thin material of her dress, as if he’d plucked them directly with his fingers. She raised her hand to reach back so she could run her fingers through his hair, but he caught her wrist in a firm grasp before she could reach her destination. Guiding her arm back down, he flattened her palm on the edge of the counter.

“Do not move them again. The only hands that get to touch are mine,” he said in a low, insistent growl near her ear. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Relaxing was impossible, but because she wanted to experience whatever pleasure Levi had to give, she didn’t say a word, just let her body surrender to his seduction, which was incredibly easy for her to do—with him. She already knew he was a man who liked to be in charge, and she was quickly discovering that she was a woman who willingly—and shamelessly—responded to that dominant sexual edge she heard vibrating in his voice.

He slid his hand into her hair, and her heart rate accelerated as he slowly, gently twisted the strands around his fingers until he could control the movement of her head. He pulled it farther to the side and slightly back, completely exposing her entire neck, her throat, and the long line of her shoulder.

“Open your eyes, Sarah,” he ordered softly. “There’s something I want you to see.”

As if he had her under his spell, she obeyed and lifted her heavy lashes, staring straight ahead since she was unable to look anywhere else. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw both of their reflections in the kitchen window. With the darkness outside, it was like looking in a mirror, enabling her to see his devastatingly masculine face beside hers—his intense features and incandescent eyes that gleamed with heat and lust.

“I want you to see how beautiful you are like this,” he said, nipping at her lobe while his free hand glided along the curve of her waist. “All soft and willing and eager. You’re so fucking perfect.”

No, she wasn’t perfect at all. Far from it. But right now, in this moment, she was going to believe that she was everything Levi wanted. Everything he needed. This was her fantasy to take with her once she was gone.

“You ready to come undone for me?” he asked, his voice dark with promise.

She had no idea what he intended to do to her, but there was no stopping the rush of excitement coursing through her, and she didn’t hesitate with her answer. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled, the wicked sound ramping up her anticipation even more. “You don’t need to be so proper and polite with me, because there is nothing civilized about the things I want to do to you. Right now, it’s all about your pleasure, so enjoy it, sweetheart.”

His lips touched down on her neck again, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing pressure as he nuzzled his face along the side of her throat. She felt the light scrape of stubble on her flesh, a subtle burn that elicited another uninhibited moan from her. Unable to help herself, she closed her eyes to savor every thrilling sensation he evoked with his mouth—and good God, the man was incredibly adept at the kind of arousing neck kisses that made a woman a voluntary slave to his desires.

She was pliant and yielding to anything he wanted to do to her. Even when he released her hair and wrapped his hand around her throat and his fingers tightened slightly against her vocal chords—something that with any other guy would have flipped a warning switch—she allowed him to tip her head back even farther, until it was resting on his opposite shoulder. That’s how much she trusted him.

Her back arched and her hips pushed provocatively against his. Through the thin material of her dress, she could feel the outline of his thick, rock-hard erection encased in denim as it pressed along the crease of her ass. With his body crowding hers against the counter, combined with the unrelenting way he held her, she was captured and restrained in the most thrilling, tantalizing way possible.

His lips moved along the curve of her neck, parted and damp, sucking and kissing, his own ragged breath on her flesh so hot she couldn’t think straight. As if that weren’t enough, he added the scraping and nibbling of his teeth, stimulating every single one of her erogenous zones and making her clit pulse with need.

Her breasts grew so full and tight they tingled, her nipples so hard they hurt. And when his sinful tongue joined in with long, sensual licks, she whimpered softly. Her thighs trembled, and damp heat pooled in intimate places, because now she knew just how thorough his mouth and tongue would feel between her legs. Better than any man who had come before him.

So many carnal sensations collided inside of her, and she started to pant, right on the verge of climaxing . . . and how was that even possible from simple kisses to her neck? Incredibly erotic kisses, but still, getting this revved up, this quickly, was not the norm for her. Then again, when had any guy taken the time and attention to indulge in this kind of lengthy foreplay? Never. And it was goddamn glorious.

“Levi,” she gasped, shifting her bottom restlessly against what she wanted the most. Him. Inside her. Easing the ache he’d ignited. “You’re making me so . . .” She couldn’t bring herself to be that bold and say something so explicit.

“I’m making you so what?” he persisted huskily, his lips and voice vibrating against her neck while the fingers around her throat gently stroked the line of her jaw. “Weak in the knees?”

“That’s one thing,” she said, laughing lightly and opening her eyes again.

“Hot and bothered?” he suggested, then sucked and licked a path along her shoulder, making her moan like a hussy.

“Yes, that, too.” She bit her bottom lip, not sure how much longer she was going to be able to stand this torment.

“How about wet, sweet thing?” He breathed hotly into her ear as he slipped his free hand beneath the hem of her dress and feathered his long, warm fingers along her inner thigh. “Is your pussy slick and hot and needy?” He stroked closer to the plain cotton panties that were undeniably soaked through, teasing her. “Do you need me to make you come?”

She swallowed hard and clutched the edge of the counter for support. Another thing she wasn’t at all used to—dirty talk. But coming from Levi, it was hot and sexy and titillating and she loved it.

“Answer me, Sarah,” he demanded in a low, curt tone as he flicked a finger along her bare inner thigh to get her attention.

She sucked in a startled breath as that light snap of pain seemed to reverberate against her clit. “Yes,” she said quickly. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked impatiently as his fingers flexed around her throat and his mouth skimmed her cheek. “I’m not touching your soft, quivering pussy until you ask for it.”

He moved his hand to the waistband of her underwear and stopped there, the heat of his palm against her lower belly a brand against her skin. Sarah’s sex felt heavy, swollen, and the thought of him leaving her like this, in a state of churned-up lust, made her more brazen than she’d ever been before. She rolled her head against his shoulder so that she was looking up at him, staring into eyes that were so dark and hungry—for her.

“Put your fingers on my clit, Levi,” she rasped desperately, knowing he’d accept no less than the filthy version. “Touch me, stroke me, make me come, please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured as if she’d passed some kind of unspoken test.

Finally giving her body what it craved, he slid his hand into her panties and right down between her legs, drawing a startled gasp from her. As soon as he encountered her slick, wet heat, his fingers stilled in her plump folds as he groaned, his body shuddering hard against hers. “Jesus Christ, Sarah.” The words sounded torn from his throat. “You’re absolutely soaked and so fucking soft.”

“Don’t stop, Levi,” she pleaded as she frantically rolled her hips against his hand, urging it to move. “Please, don’t stop.”

He swore again and pushed his fingers deep between her aching flesh and dragged them back through her slit, until he was pressing and rubbing against her clit and pushing her toward the cataclysmic release building frantically inside of her. With his other hand still at her throat, she tipped her head back to once again meet his tempestuous gaze. His jaw was clenched, his entire body tense, and the untamed need blazing in his eyes was contagious, making her catch fire, too.

She writhed against the hand pleasuring her and moaned desperately, the breathy sounds slipping past her lips over and over again. “Levi . . .”

“Fuck. That is where I want my mouth,” he rasped, his eyes lit from within as his fingers relentlessly worked her over. “I want to lick you and eat you and taste you on my tongue as you come. Then I want to slid my cock into your soft, tight pussy and bury myself so fucking deep that you scream my name.”

Those were the last words she heard as he pulled her mouth up to his and kissed her, hard and deep, giving her no choice but to reciprocate as his lips conquered and devoured. His tongue swirled over and around hers, mimicking the way his fingers circled her clit, pushing her into the sweetest, most exquisite oblivion.

She bucked against him, her body quaking as she climaxed so hard she screamed against his lips, the contractions taking her higher and over an edge she’d never imagined existed. And when she was finally able to think, she wondered if she’d ever be the same again.

Finally, he released her mouth and dropped his hand from her throat. She sagged like a rag doll against the counter, her head falling forward as she tried to gain her bearings. He was still standing behind her, his hands now on her hips, gently but firmly enough to hold her upright so she didn’t sink to the floor.

“You okay?” he asked, humor lacing his deep, husky voice.

“Umm, I think so,” she replied, her heart rate finally slowing and her breathing returning to normal. “That was so . . . intense.”

“And you were fucking amazing,” he said, trailing his hands along her waist.

Except while she’d just enjoyed a phenomenal orgasm, he was still hard as granite against her bottom, and just feeling the imprint of that impressive cock made her want more of him than just his fingers pleasuring her.

She turned in his arms, and while he gave her enough room to move, he didn’t step away. He still stood close, the corner of his mouth tipped with a smug, self-satisfied smile.

She knew what she wanted to ask him, but she’d never propositioned a man before, and she suddenly felt awkward, considering what he’d just done to her. “Do you want to . . . umm, go in the bedroom and . . .”

He took pity on her graceless attempt to seduce him and shook his head. “Not tonight.” He tenderly tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, a touch of regret glimmering in his gaze. “But make no mistake, there isn’t anything I want more than to strip you naked and spread you out on my bed, then drive so deep inside of your body that there’s nothing else you can do but take every single inch of me.”

His words inflamed her all over again and confused her. “If that’s what we both want, then why not?” Because the truth was, there most likely wasn’t going to be another night with Levi. She’d agreed to one date for a reason—it kept things between them simple and uncomplicated when it was time for her to go. Except the way her heart tightened at the thought of leaving this man behind, she feared she was already falling for him.

“Ahhh, Sarah,” he said on a soft sigh as he traced a finger along her jaw. “You have such a sweet innocence about you, and I’m not sure you’re ready for me.”

She blinked up at him. How could he say that after the way she’d just responded to him? Her body was primed and ready and oh-so-willing, and it wasn’t as though she was a virgin, for crying out loud, and she made that clear. “I’m not innocent when it comes to sex.”

He arched a dark blonde brow at her that was filled with a quiet challenge. “You are when it comes to my kind of sex.”

“Which is?”

“Let’s just say . . . that issue I have about being in control? It extends to what happens in the bedroom and what I want to do to you while we’re in there.”

She licked her bottom lip as her imagination went into overdrive, the erotic visions filling her mind so hot and exciting that she had to suppress a shiver. “I’m okay with that.”

“Are you absolutely sure? Because I’m not a gentle lover.” His lips twisted with an almost perverse smile as he gripped her hips again and pulled her forward so that the ridge of his erection reminded her how much he had to give—clearly more than the average man.

“Are you okay with being restrained to my bed while I have access to every part of your naked body to do whatever I want? And just to be clear, I want you on your hands and knees so I can grab and smack your ass while I pound into you, so goddamn hard and deep it’ll shove you up the mattress a few feet and you’ll forget your own name. I want you on your back, your legs spread indecently wide, with my mouth and tongue and fingers fucking you before I take you with my cock. And when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to want to do it all over again.”

Oh. My. God. With every descriptive detail he shared, she felt her eyes growing wide—in shock and, Lord help her, with anticipation of experiencing that darker part of Levi that made him the complex man he was. She understood that now.

He lifted his hand and dragged the pad of his thumb along her lower lip before pressing it inside until she tasted his warm, salty skin. “And this sweet, soft, innocent mouth of yours? I want to do dirty, filthy things to it. I want to see it swallow every bit of my cock as I push my way to the back of your throat. I want to feel it suck me dry as I come.”

A soft whimpering sound bubbled its way out of her, and she had to resist the urge to drop to her knees and let him do those hot, indecent things. When had she become so shameless? Even as the thought crossed through her mind, she knew that Levi was the reason. No other man had ever made her feel so uninhibited.

His perceptive gaze swept across her features, and a sexy, knowing smile curved his mouth. “You’re breathing hard, your face is flushed, and your nipples are nice and tight against your dress, so your body clearly likes the idea of giving me everything I want and need.” He drew a shuddering breath, letting her know he wanted those things, too. “But not tonight,” he said, disappointing her when he remained firm on that decision. “We’re not going there until I know for sure that you’re ready mentally and being with me won’t freak you out.”

“Have you freaked out other women?” she asked, not because she was afraid, but she was definitely curious.

His chuckle was low and spontaneous. “No, but then I’ve always chosen my sexual partners very carefully. You, Sarah Robins, are the exception.”

With that revelation hanging in the air, he stepped away from her and pushed the tips of his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “I’ve given you more than enough to think about tonight, so how about I take you home and we revisit this discussion on our second date?”

She opened her mouth to respond to that, but he quickly cut her off before she could speak.

“Before you remind me that you aren’t going to be around for long, for the time that you are here in Chicago, can you keep an open mind about . . . us?” He met her gaze, his intention serious and persuasive.

He was so damn tempting, and he certainly wasn’t asking for forever. Hell, he’d just given her a very explicit rundown of exactly what his interest in her was. He was offering a temporary affair—albeit a scorching-hot one with him implicitly in control—and before she could change her mind, she replied with an encouraging but not fully committed, “Maybe.”

He laughed, humor deepening his tone. “Not quite a yes and not quite a no. But it’s definitely an answer I can work with.”