Pleasure's Edge by Eve Berlin

together you must learn to fol ow instructions. If you fight it there is no point.” Her breathing was fast and ragged. “I know. I can’t help it.”
    “You wil get through this initial panic. Just do as I say. Trust me.” She nodded.
    “Say it.”
    “I . . . I’l do as you say. I trust you, Alec.” A hint of resistance in her voice stil . But that was fine. He’d get her past that soon enough.
    Meanwhile, the heat of her body was making him a little crazy, distracting him.
    Focus.
    He drew her in tighter, settled into the chair and held her in his lap, his hand around her waist. Skin like fucking satin, pale and smooth. He could feel the heat of her sex through his slacks.
    He brushed his fingertips over her cheek, then pushed his fingers into her hair, drew them through the curls. So soft . . .
    “Just breathe, Dylan, Try to relax. Listen to my voice.” She nodded her head.
    “Close your eyes.”
    She did, without argument.
    “I want you to focus inward. To think about each breath. Just your breath. My voice. My hand in your hair. Nothing else.” Her sex was going hotter and he knew he had her already, whether she understood that or not. And his cock was growing harder, pulsing with desire.
    “Breathe in and hold it for a moment,” he told her. “Good. Now push the air out slowly. Again. And as you breathe, feel it everywhere in your body. Your lungs, your stomach, your arms and legs. And feel my hands on you.”
    He stroked her bare back, up, then down again, feeling the delicate bones of her spine, her shoulder blades, the narrow column of her long, slender neck. She was built like a dancer, her body lithe and slim and toned.
    Perfect.
    “Very good, Dylan. Just breathe. Focus.”
    He moved his hand lower until it brushed the edge of her mesh panties. She held perfectly stil as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric at the rise of her buttocks to caress the skin there.
    He kept her there for some time, simply having her breathe, stroking her flesh, which grew hotter by the second. But she was final y relaxing. He could feel her muscles loosening, her breath evening out.
    Her cheeks were stil pale, but her nipples were hard and swol en, growing darker beneath the mesh fabric of her bra.
    Need to touch them. Taste them. Need to taste her.
    He pul ed her in closer, lowered his mouth to hers.
    Her lips were soft, loose. And as he ran his tongue over her plush lower lip, they parted, opened for him. He slid inside.
    Her tongue was like a shock, so hot and sweet. He didn’t expect it, this jolt of pure need that cut into him like a knife. He’d meant to keep the kiss light, just to feel her lips for a moment. But desire took over and he crushed his mouth to hers.
    She moaned, her warm breath going into him. He breathed her in, exhaled into her, and her arms slipped around his neck. So damn sweet. He kissed her harder, and she was kissing him back, until they were both breathless.
    His cock was hard as steel between his thighs.
    Torture.
    He buried his hands in her hair, held her face to his, hard between his palms. He couldn’t do it any other way with her.
    Her tongue pushed into his mouth. Her body pushed into his, her breasts crushed to his chest. And desire burned, scorching him.
    Making his mind go blank of everything but her name.
    Dylan.
    She shifted in his lap, her hip pressing against his cock. He was going to explode, just come like some teenager.
    Damn it.
    He pul ed away.
    “Alec?”
    Her cheeks were flushed now, her eyes blazing.
    He had to take a moment to draw air into his lungs. Had to think.
    He was hard as hel , with her body warm in his lap, her need written al over her beautiful face. It was his job to serve that need.
    His own need was like a hammering beat in his groin, one he could barely control. He wasn’t used to that. To how extreme it was: heat, desire, pure animal lust.
    But he could handle it, he reminded himself. He always had. He simply had to keep a reign on it, bank it