The Werewolf Bodyguard (Moonbound Book 2) Read Free Page B

hard chest. His hands explored up and down her back until coming to rest on the zipper at the back of her neck. The soft brown leather shirt fell away from her back slowly as he drew the zipper down and pulled it from her shoulders.
    Her nipples pressed hard against the lace of her skimpy bra. The friction made her clit throb.
    This man was moving entirely too slow. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, tossing it to the floor where her shirt had dropped.
    Marco was unfazed. He continued to move his hands and his mouth slowly and methodically over her body.
    “I know you want to fuck me.”
    “Are you in a hurry?”
    Aria took a deep breath. Seriously. What was wrong with her? Sex was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Why was she trying to rush him? “No. I just…”
    “Not used to the slower approach?”
    She narrowed her eyes. He really did have something planned.
    Fine. Whatever it was she needed it to happen. Soon. She wasn’t trying to be in a hurry, but the image of ripping his clothes off him and riding him until she couldn’t walk the next day was playing on a loop in her brain. Usually she had better control of herself than this.
    He put his hands on her hips and walked her backward until her ass bumped into his massive stainless steel and wood combo dining table.
    “Sit.”
    Aria put her hands on the slick wooden tabletop and lifted her bottom onto the table.
    Marco unzipped her boots and removed them one by one, still moving at a frustratingly slow pace.
    She could do this. It would be worth the wait. Gods it better. He hadn’t touched her bare breasts once. Her nipples could cut glass and begged to be sucked. But no. He’d given her nothing but a little nuzzling at the base of her neck.
    “When are you going to…do something?” She hated not knowing what was coming. He wasn’t behaving like a typical man in front of a gorgeous woman. Her tits were amazing. A little attention wasn’t too much to ask for.
    He put a palm between her breasts and pushed, laying her flat on the table.
    She smiled. This was more like it.
    “Trust me. Just a little.” His fingers went to the button of her jeans. He undid them and peeled them down, freeing her of her panties in the process as well. A slight groan escaped his chest and she quivered.
    “Perfect,” he murmured.
    Finally.
    Naked and ready to be fucked.
    Instead of removing his pants, he grabbed her hips and pushed her along the slick surface of the table, away from the edge.
    She raised her head and growled. “What the hell?”
    “Dessert, ma chèr . Don’t ruin the best course.”
    She raised her head and gave him her best move-it-the-fuck-along glare. “I’m not your dear. I’m a stranger who would really like to get her rocks off before the sun comes up. Can we just do this? Whatever it is you have planned.”
    He walked away from her and she let her head drop back against the tabletop. Dammit. Now what?
    “I know you want to rush, but that’s not what you need.”
    Fucking arrogant asshole. What she needed was someone to fuck her senseless so she could stop obsessing about shit.
    What she needed? This wolf didn’t have a clue. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, he was standing at the head of the table. He caught one of her wrists and slipped a leather cuff around it.
    She swallowed and sucked in a quick gasp. The familiar sensation of the wide leather strap relaxed her almost instantly. Bondage was way inside her wheelhouse. No wonder he’d been moving at the speed of snail slime. “If you wanted to tie me up, you just had to say so. I’m more than comfortable with this kind of thing. My safe word is orange.” She offered him her other wrist and he took it with a grin, but no verbal response.
    Aria tugged gently at the bonds when he finished. Both her wrists and ankles were secured to the table legs. She was spread and open. Time to get this party started.
    Instead, the infernal man