Submit (The Underground Book 4) by Becca Jameson Page B

want?” She felt more than saw a smile spread across his lips. He was teasing her.
    She pursed her lips and didn’t respond.
    He exhaled and set his forehead against hers. “You taste better than I imagined for the last forty-eight hours, and inhaling your scent this close makes it impossible for me to control my body’s reaction.” He pressed his cock into her hip for emphasis.
    She tried to return the pressure, but his hand on her other hip pressed harder.
    “Stop squirming, imp.”
    Her chest pounded. “So bossy. All the time. Do you ever turn that off? Even in bed you feel the need to tell me what to do?”
    He chuckled sardonically. “Especially in bed, babe. If you rub your hot, wet pussy against my thigh one more time, I can’t be held responsible for the repercussions.”
    “Maybe I’d like to experience the repercussions.” God, she was bold tonight. So unlike her. Sure, she was outgoing and pushy in her professional life. But in her private life? With a man? Never. The sort of words she’d used in the last few minutes weren’t remotely normal for her.
    She’d never been this aroused.
    “There are lots of things I’d like to do with your body, including suck every inch of your skin, but I’d never draw blood, by the way.”
    She stopped breathing, pinching her lips tight to keep from moaning.
    His hand finally released her to trail up her body slowly. When he reached her breast, he cupped the entire globe and squeezed. “Do not lift your sweet pussy into my thigh again, or I will flip you over and spank your ass.”
    What?
    Shit. A slow, long exhale left her without oxygen. How long could she go without breathing, and why did she long for him to make good on that threat? No man had ever spanked her before. Insanity.
    When he thumbed her nipple through the cotton of her shirt, she arched her chest into him.
    “So responsive…”
    She let her eyes flutter shut and her head tip back, exposing her neck.
    Nikolav leaned down to set his lips on the delicate skin beneath her chin and nibbled a path around to her ear. He sucked briefly on the sensitive skin behind her lobe and then released her. “Does that make me a vampire?”
    “Mmm.” She turned her head to the side, willing him to do it again.
    He chuckled. “I can read your body language. You have a way of manipulating me, or attempting to. But I have news for you, I don’t manipulate easily. It won’t work. In fact, if you continue to attempt to persuade me to fuck you, you’ll find yourself frustrated and horny for hours on end.”
    “Huh?” What was he talking about? Did it require effort on her part to get him to want to have sex with her?
    He kissed her ear and blew into it.
    She shivered, wiggling involuntarily. His maddening thumb never stopped stroking over her nipple. The T-shirt she wore had worked its way up her body until her belly was exposed between the hem and her panties. “Please…”
    “Mmm.” He nibbled her neck again and then nuzzled it. “I think I like this vampire idea. Maybe if I suck your neck right here…” he nipped her skin, “the mark will keep Sergei from making a move on you.”
    She squirmed again. “Don’t you dare.”
    He licked the spot. “Don’t tempt me.”
    Her chest rose and fell with every breath. “Please…” she repeated.
    Suddenly, his lips were back on hers for a moment, a brief kiss. And then he released her and rolled away several feet back to his side of the bed. He landed on his back and blew out a long, audible breath. Several feet separated them.
    Belinda turned her head to the side to watch him as he lifted both hands and set them on his head and then ran his fingers through his hair.
    What the hell?
    “I’m sorry. I never should have started that.”
    “Why?” The one word sounded more like a squeak. Her skin burned where he’d last touched her. Her breast, her thighs, her neck…
    “You’re vulnerable. You’re tired. You’ve been through a lot in the last two days.