Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

higher and higher until—
    He dropped his hand away to do something on the keyboard. Emma released her breath in a little rush of disappointment. He hadn’t really touched her, and yet she’d never been wetter or more ready for him. Every point in her body strained for his touch. Her breasts ached, her throat felt stretched and needy, her mouth dry, wanting him to fill it. Her sheath was on fire. She wouldn’t be surprised if the desk burst into flames underneath her, and Jake was barely paying attention to her.
    She closed her eyes, determined not to let him get to her. The pads of his fingers were back again, stroking her thigh, moving higher. His thumb traced along her wet slit, made absent circles around her hard nub until she moaned and her thighs jumped in reaction. He dropped his hand away from her and continued to read.
    A few minutes later, his tormenting fingers were back, this time traveling the same route, making the circles on her inner thighs, stroking and caressing, and then his fingers plunged into her. She cried out as his fingers retreated and returned, over and over, stretching and teasing, dancing inside her, flicking at her hard little bud, sending streaks of fire racing through her body, but never giving her relief. He just built the tension higher and higher until she was stretched on a rack of pleasure so intense she was nearly crying for release.
    Close, so close, she reached for the edge, but abruptly he withdrew his hand and sat at his desk, absently licking his fingers while he continued to read.
    “The word ‘bastard’ comes to mind,” Emma hissed.
    “I was having trouble concentrating all day, thanks to you. I think you deserve a little sensual torture.”
    “Jake . . .” Emma couldn’t stop the faint pleading note from creeping into her voice. Demands weren’t going to work with him, but, honestly, she was going to go up in flames. He’d said she had to beg him.
    Well, that wasn’t going to happen.
    Jake pressed a button and music flooded the room. He ignored her again and she closed her eyes, listening to the weeping notes, feeling every one of them vibrating through her throbbing channel. She considered allowing her hand to pull free of the leather and drift down to relieve the ache that built and built, but that would be cheating, and she wasn’t about to cheat.
    His hands circled her thigh and she felt the rub of his shadowed jaw on her sensitive skin. Her eyes flew open. His head nuzzled between her legs, his tongue licking at the insides of her thighs. His teeth scraped, making her muscles tighten. Waves of pleasure wracked her entire body and her sheath was flooded with liquid desire. His hair slid over her skin, teasing the insides of her thighs, her mound and her exposed, hardened nub.
    His tongue flicked and she cried out as every muscle tensed and a streak of fire raced through her. His smile was wicked, his eyes molten gold, hooded, heavy with lust. He dipped his head low and stabbed his tongue deep. Her hips bucked. A sob escaped as she writhed under his assault, trying to push herself onto him. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding her pinned to the desk while he feasted on her. He was careful to avoid her engorged clit, careful to keep her teetering on the edge. Every now and then he’d flick the hard bud and scrape against it with his teeth so that she cried out and squirmed.
    “Jake.” Her voice was a wail now. “I really can’t take it.”
    He pressed kisses into her soft, moist heat. “What do you want, honey?”
    “You. Inside me. Just let me—” She bucked again when his tongue made lazy circles around and over her. Her entire body shuddered. So close . . . Just out of reach. If he touched her just one more time, she’d go spinning off into subspace.
    He stood up abruptly, leaving her gasping.
    “Jake. What are you doing?” She lifted her head slightly to try to watch him walk around the desk again. “Get back here and do something before I spontaneously combust.”
    “I don’t think so. You’re not being very good.” His hand slid up her belly to tug at her nipples, making her breath hiss out between her teeth. “I think you need to wait.”
    “Don’t I get a safe word? Because I think this is torture.”
    He laughed softly and tugged on her head until she slid just a couple of inches, straining her arms and legs just a little and allowing her head to hang over the side of the desk. She had no hands, no leverage, leaving her