She did what he said, sliding over the seat and the middle console to lift her fingers to his mouth. His tongue curled around them. That simply increased the coiling tension in her, that horrible burn that grew hotter.

“I want your mouth on me. You’re going to suck me all the rest of the way home. You keep both hands on me, and you don’t touch yourself. I’ll touch you when I feel like it, but you don’t touch yourself again unless I tell you.”

She found that even hotter. She fit her mouth over the wide head of his cock and concentrated on him as best she could. Usually she gave herself over completely to loving him. To giving him the most pleasure she could possibly give him, but her body felt as if it was burning out of control.

She tried to force herself under control, allowing her tongue to stroke and dance, to feel the steel wrapped in velvet of his cock. She tried to take him deeper each time she pushed down on him, tried to tighten her mouth as she drew up. She was just dropping into the zone when his hand landed hard on her buttocks and the nerve endings flared into life, streaking and sizzling straight to her core.

His hand rubbed. Kneaded. His fingers slipped along the cleft of her buttocks, lower still to find her wet and needy. His fingers plunged deep. She gasped. Her channel spasmed hard. Contracted and clamped down like a vise. His thumb brushed her clit. Pressed hard. She moaned around his cock and her hips bucked, trying to ride his hand, trying to gain relief.

He took his hand away, and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the honey from them. “Keep working. We’re almost home. We don’t go in until you suck me dry. I have plans, and I can’t be feeling like this. You put that there, you take care of it.”

She loved taking care of his cock. He could sound like he was ordering her to do something she didn’t want to do all day, but the fact was, she loved her mouth on him. She loved his reaction. Unfortunately, he had started her body on fire all over again.

She went back to concentrating on him. The shape and feel of him. What he liked best. Taking him deep. Flicking her tongue. Humming. Just suckling turned her on even more. She was dripping wet now and squirming, unconsciously trying to relieve the ache.

As he pulled the Rover into the carport, he caught the back of her head and pressed down, forcing her to take more of him as he threw back his head, groaning. He was big and it wasn’t easy, but she managed, breathing through her nose as his shaft swelled and his cock jerked. He pumped his seed down her throat. So much. For a moment she didn’t think she could take it all. That was even hotter. The hand at her head, his hips jerking, his shaft stretching her lips. The sound rumbling in his throat, torn from him – by her – by her actions. So hot.

His fist in her hair dragged her head an inch up. “Clean me up. I don’t want to get a drop on this suit.”

Between her legs only grew scalding. “Trap, I need…”

“The sooner you take care of business, the sooner we can get inside.”

She bent her head and lapped at him. He spread his legs wider to give her better access. She loved taking care of him because she loved him and wanted him to know she did. She obeyed him because she trusted him. Implicitly. Totally. She’d do anything he said because she believed absolutely he’d take care of her – that he’d always be there for her. There wouldn’t be another woman. If he’d wanted one, he would have had one by now. It would always be her.

She gave one last lick and sat up, suddenly realizing what his temper was all about. It wasn’t jealousy, although he tried to make it about that. He’d done it before. More than once. This was about fear. Sheer unadulterated terror. Just like when she got shot. Trap reacted badly to fear. He didn’t trust fully that she wouldn’t leave him. He didn’t. Everyone in his life that mattered had left him. She was his world. His entire world. He’d given her that, and it was a precious gift.

Trap opened the door, reached in and pulled her out, setting her on her feet. She was naked and barefoot, but the stairs were right there. She looked around, wrapping her arms around herself as she inhaled to ensure they were entirely alone. The breeze was blowing in their direction and she didn’t catch a scent of anyone or anything. Still, walking naked in daylight while he was fully dressed was both frightening and exhilarating.

He caught her hand and tugged, taking her up the stairs. She’d placed alarm lines everywhere. They were thin, nearly invisible. Some were low to the ground, some higher. The entire building was surrounded with them, most attached to the high fence. Along the stairs, several weren’t intact anymore. She could see that, because she was looking for it. She was always looking for it.

She took another careful look around and then inhaled again. She drew the perfume of the swamp into her lungs. She didn’t feel eyes on her. She didn’t even feel uneasy. Whoever or whatever had come, had been there hours ago, probably during the night. They weren’t there now.

Trap put the code in for the alarm and placing one hand on her bottom, propelled her inside. He set the alarm again and motioned her forward to the second door. He put in the second code and added his palm print to get them in.

“Get ready for bed, and don’t you touch yourself. If you want a canopy tonight, get it done. I’ll be a few minutes. I want to take a look at the security footage.”

So he’d observed those broken strands as well. She loved that he was using her alarm system as well as his own.

“Cayenne. I’m going to spend hours with you. I’m claiming every fucking inch of your body for my own. You understand me?”

She nodded. Her channel gave another spasm. She wondered if it was possible to have a spontaneous orgasm without him actually touching her. She showered and made certain that she was absolutely clean from her head to her toes. She thought, by taking her time, her body would lose some of the heat, but instead, the anticipation only made her need him all the more.

When Trap entered their bedroom, she was totally aware of him and nothing else. He took up the huge space with his wide shoulders and muscular body. He was fully dressed and she was naked, sitting on the bed, her fingers threaded together to keep from giving into the impulse to relieve herself just a little.

“Come here. I want you to undress me.”

Her heart stuttered. She went to him immediately. Her fingers were shaking as she slowly took the jacket from his shoulders and laid it carefully over a chair. She had trouble with the buttons of his shirt, but he didn’t help her. He was tall and she had to reach high to get them. She pressed her body against his, feeling his cock, semihard, nearly in her throat. She managed to pull his shirt loose from the waistband and get the buttons open. He held out his arms so she could take out the gold cuff links, at first one wrist and then the other, so she could slip the shirt off. Again she was careful with it, smoothing it over the jacket.