Bring the Heat by Margot Radcliffe (13 ebook reader .txt) 📕

on her arm ran over her beaded nipple and she shivered. “There’s never any shame in pleasure.”

He leaned down and kissed the peaked point of her nipple, a single soft brush, and she thought she might die from the unfulfilling contact. She wanted so much more from him.

“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked, his eyes following the trail of his finger over the curve of her breast, into the valley in between, and up the hill of the other breast.

“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze also riveted to his finger and the sensations he was creating with that lone pad of flesh touching hers. A single millimeter of contact on her skin and it echoed over the rest of her body.

He removed his finger and met her eyes. “Do you like it when I don’t touch you?”

Was this a trick question? Because it was admittedly getting difficult for her to think in her current state but she was pretty sure the answer was obvious.

“No,” she said, her head motioning for him to touch her again.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, pausing in whatever he was doing in that duffel bag again. She raised an eyebrow as he pulled out a sealed plastic package along with a pair of scissors to open it.

Her eyes were riveted to what was soon revealed to be a slender vibrator with two small prongs. “Yeah, I’m sure,” she told him. “I like it when you touch me.”

“That wasn’t the question, though,” he said. “The question was if you liked it when I didn’t touch you.” At her raised brow, he nodded. “I know, I know, it’s confusing, but all day long when I’m not touching you and you’re not touching me, I’m imagining what it would be like if you touched me.”

He pulled the vibrator out of the package and left her again to go to the bathroom and her head fell back against the bed with a deep sigh. This might have been a mistake.

“So what I’m saying,” he continued when he emerged from the bathroom, “is that when I finally get to actually touch you, the act of not touching you has made it all the better when I finally get to.”

“Okay, fine,” she said, beyond frustrated with the slow pace he was taking right now when she’d just had the promise of being thoroughly fucked thrown her way. “I like it when you don’t touch me.”

A corner of his wide mouth quirked. “You don’t sound convinced.” He vaulted up onto the bed and she gasped as she stared up at him towering over her. “It goes without saying that I would rather touch you than not touch you, but every moment I’m not, I’m thinking about it, wondering how you’ll feel in a certain spot, how much touching will make you twitch, how your eyes will look. All of those thoughts get me through any given day and I wouldn’t want to ever be without them. Perhaps what you’re saying is that you never imagine me touching you? That’s too bad because I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve imagined you when I got off.”

“Of course I thought about you,” she admitted, waiting even now for him to actually touch her. He looked like some kind of pornographic superhero standing on the bed, legs on either side of her waist, with a yellow vibrator dangling in his hand.

“Good,” he said. “And did you use one of these while you did it?”

“Did what?” she asked to be contrary.

“While you fucked yourself and pretended it was me inside you?”

Her inner muscles clutched as a new wave of lust hit her. When he knelt down so he was straddling her, further limiting her movement, she sucked in a deep breath.

“So Molly Madix likes dirty talk,” he mused, adjusting the vibe in his hand. “Too bad I didn’t know that before. We could have had a lot of fun over the years.” He held up the yellow plastic so she could see it better. “You’ve used one of these before?”

She raised a sarcastic eyebrow.

He ignored her attitude. “And how many times did you imagine it was me?”

When she refused to answer he flipped a switch on the device and laid it against her nipple. Once again, the contact was not enough and she wanted to scream in frustration. “A lot,” she finally said, hoping he’d relent and give her what she wanted.

But of course, he had his own oblique and infuriating plans and instead transferred the device to the other nipple, notching up the speed as he did so.

“What did you imagine?” he asked.

“I imagined you fucking me like you mentioned earlier,” she said, letting the aggravation show.

But he just looked amused and removed the vibe completely while pulling something else out of the duffel. And then before she understood what he was doing, and because she’d been too irritated to pay attention fully, her eyes were covered and the room was dark.

And before she could even complain about her new state of affairs, he murmured, “Like this?” Then he slid the length of the vibe on full and fast vibration all the way inside her, her slick wetness easing the way.

She loved it, but just as he’d known, it was so far from what she really wanted. The narrow glide of the vibrator only served to remind her of what she didn’t have—him.

That said, the two prongs that were placed craftily over her clit were flaring all her nerve endings to life, catching her skin on fire, dragging all her intentions of letting him be completely in control out of the water. She wanted all of him inside her and she wanted it now.

“Isn’t this what it’s been like for you?” he asked, his voice deep as he watched her buck against him, urging him to give her more. “Not touching, not having anything but your imagination and this vibrator as a stand-in for me?”

She shook her head rapidly,