by Joey Hill
"A possessive submissive?" she teased. She laughed when he made a fierce face and gathered her firmly in his arms, underscoring his point. "Well, I don't know. You'd have to work really hard at pleasing me."
"Yes, Mistress," he murmured, nuzzling her neck, his tongue teasing her skin so her muscles became loose and flowing like the cool waters rushing over their bare feet. Her hand gripped his shoulder and she lifted her head, raised her palm to his face, traced the cheekbones, the sensual lips.
"All those things you said," she murmured. "I want to be the same, do the same, for you. Give you inspiration."
"You're already doing that," he bit her neck and she shivered.
"Then let's go to your house and see if we can help you finish some of the things you've started."
"It's a sad place."
"We'll fix it. Do you want me?"
He looked down at her, the wild reckless passion of the artist in his eyes, daring her to tame him, begging her to try. It almost made her smile.
He molded his palms to her hips with the care and reverence he would clay, his fingers grazing her bare hipbones where the shorts and top parted. He slid his hands back, let the thumbs meet, and cupped her buttocks, pushing her into him, against his hard arousal.
He bent his head, pausing just a whisper above her ear, breathing upon it.
"More than air."
The combinations of sensual intent and raw vulnerability in the whisper pooled like liquid chocolate in all her senses. She slid her arms around his neck and brought his head down for a kiss that had the searing heat of lava deep beneath the earth. The mere movement of his lips on hers loosened everything within and without her, including her grip on Marcus's cards.
The cards hit the sand, the loose binding giving way, allowing them to be picked up by the ocean breeze. They were lifted and spun in all different directions, the sea, the sand, the dunes and forest beyond, and against their legs and ankles.
Lauren melted into Josh's kiss, felt his body melt into hers, and decided to let Fate hold the cards for this hand.
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That night, they slept on his deck. Josh rose up on an elbow, watching Lauren as she slept. The moonlight on the waves below them reflected in the glittering strands of her loosened blonde hair.
"My little dominatrix," he murmured with soft, fervent affection, and a smile for them both. He bent, pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips, just a taste of endless possibilities, and then lay back down beside her, gathering her close, protecting and protected, and found peace.
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