Wildest Hearts

his jaw. “What book?”

    “The one I read to get ready for tonight. It's calledThree Nights Among the Amazons .”

    Oliver realized he was rapidly losing the thread of the conversation. “You've been studying for this?”

    “Of course. I wanted to get it right.” Annie touched him intimately with the tip of her tongue.

    Oliver thought he would shatter. It was all he could do not to tear his hands free of the strips of silk that bound him. “Why did you feel you had to study for this?”

    “I wanted you to understand what it's like, Oliver.”

    “What the hell are you talking about?”

    She kissed the inside of his thigh. “I wanted you to know what it feels like to be the one who isn't in control.”

    Oliver tried to concentrate on what she was saying and failed. Her teasing mouth had moved down to his knee. He wanted her lips back where they had been a moment ago, covering him like a liquid glove. “Later,” he bit out. “We'll talk about this later.”

    “All right.”

    Her soft voice was a hot flame on his tortured skin. Oliver was stunned to discover that the insides of his legs were so sensitive.

    “That's enough, Annie,” he said persuasively. “Let's finish this the way it was meant to be finished.”

    “There's no rush. We've got all night. Isn't that what you tell me whenever I start to beg?”

    Oliver slitted his eyes. He could see her tousled curls moving between his legs. The sight drove him closer to the edge. “I'm not begging,” he said very deliberately. “I'm telling you that if you don't finish what you've started, I'll finish it for you.”

    Annie lifted her head, her eyes filled with silent, sensual laughter. “If that's what you want to do, I can't stop you.”

    “I'm glad you realize it.”

    “You're a lot bigger than I am.” She smiled with blatant satisfaction as she stroked his aroused body. “Big enough and strong enough to free yourself. But that would ruin my game.”

    “Annie, for God's sake, sweetheart, enough is enough. I can't last any longer.”

    “Now you know how I feel.” She cupped him gently in her hand. “Let yourself go, Oliver. I'm the one in control tonight.”

    “You think you're in control here?” he asked in disbelief.

    “Yes.” Annie glided up along his body, crushing him softly beneath her. Breasts pillowed against his chest, she kissed his throat. “And I'm going to try to prove it.”

    “How?”

    “You'll see.” She nibbled on his ear and squirmed lightly on top of his aroused manhood.

    Oliver thought he was going to lose his mind. His fingers clenched around his silken bonds. No woman had ever made him feel this close to the edge. “Annie, you don't know what you're doing.”

    “Yes, I do. I read the whole book first. My goal is to make you lose control tonight, Oliver. I want to make you go wild.”

    He stared at her, utterly baffled. “Why would you want to do that?”

    “Because it's what you do to me.” She nipped his shoulder. “I'm going to show you what it's like to be helpless. I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine, Oliver. I'm going to take you to the edge if I can and I'm going to push you over.”

    “What about you?” he said through his teeth.

    “Me?” Annie raised her head and smiled again. “I'm going to watch you.”

    “Watch me?”

    “That's right. The way you watch me when you make love to me.”

    “You like the way I make love to you,” Oliver whispered. “I know you do. You can't hide it.”

    “No, I can't hide it, can I? But I don't like being the only one who loses control when we make love. I don't like feeling that I'm a puppet and you're the puppet master. I don't like knowing that I don't have the same effect on you that you have on me.”

    “This is crazy.”

    She ground her hips against his, clamping him firmly between her thighs. He could feel her black satin panties gliding along his engorged shaft. It was almost too much. Oliver nearly exploded then and there. He fought and won the battle for his self-control one more time, but he knew he probably would not win the next skirmish.

    “You know what, Oliver?” Annie shifted enticingly. “After you've surrendered, I just might make you do it again. And again. And again. Until you can't stand it any more. And then, when I'm ready, maybe I'll let you come inside me.”

    Outrage pulsed through Oliver, mingling with the hot lava of desire that was already pouring through his veins. “This