She held her breath when he glanced sharply in her direction. She’d spoken without permission but she didn’t regret it. All she wanted, all she craved, was His touch. She’d take whatever He saw fit to give her even…
She gulped and dared a sidelong glance at the cross tucked in one corner of the room. God, how she hated that thing but she’d go willingly if it meant His fingers on her, in her.
“Yes, I know you have.” His voice cut through her thoughts and she turned to see He’d stripped off His suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of His sapphire blue shirt. He gestured towards the bed. “Up. Hands and knees. Not a sound.”
She nodded and obeyed, inhaling sharply when He climbed up behind her and pushed down between her shoulder blades. Reaching out, He grasped her hands and yanked them forward. Soft leather wound around her wrists, threaded through the metal rods in front of her. A He leaned back and she heard the hiss of of a match being lit. Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited for that first hot drop of wax.
His voice rumbled above her as the soft texture of a vibrator moved between her legs. “Not a sound, pet. And you will not cum until I say so.”
With her back against the side of the train, he raised her high until her knees hooked over his shoulders. He gripped her thighs, the petal-soft texture of her skin making him smile. He’d spent many nights indulging in the taste and feel of her skin.
And he’d spend tonight worshiping her again, letting his lips and touch tell her how much he missed her, doing what he hadn’t been able to do for nearly three weeks.
Tilting his head back, he watched her bend close until her nose touched his. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
She smiled, fingers drifting over his throat. “I know,” she murmured. “Show me how much.”