Page 44 of Captivated

Spun.

High, even.

“Find something you like?” Joe asked.

Liliana’s gaze darted up to his, and then down to where his hands worked to undo the button on his jeans, and yank down the fly. A quick shift of his hips, and a pull of his hands, and those jeans were falling down.

Commando.

She never would have guessed.

The deep-cut V of his groin was sexy enough to make her wet between her thighs without him even needing to touch her. She was probably already soaked, anyway. But really, it was the thick length of his erection that make her pussy clench when it jutted out from his lowering jeans.

She was stuck silent until he kicked his jeans away—but not before he pulled a foil packet from the pocket, and tossed it on the coffee table—and she was finally able to see all of him.

“More than like it,” Liliana admitted.

“I do aim to please,” Joe returned. “And as long as you can listen, I think you’ll end up very pleased by the time I’m done, Liliana.”

Her gaze darted up to his again. “You’re terribly cocky, aren’t you?”

“I mean …” He gestured at his cock—every beautiful nine, thick inches of it. “Got a reason to be, don’t I?”

“Oh, my God.”

“Yeah, you’ll be saying that, too.”

Liliana didn’t even have time to come up with a quick-witted retort for that one because Joe leaned over the arm of the couch, hovered above her, and dropped a hot kiss to her mouth. Then, he asked, “Can you?”

Her tongue felt numb.

Her lips tingled.

“Can I, what?”

“Listen,” he murmured, a breath away from her lips. “Can you?”

She watched him through her lowered lashes. “Guess we’re going to see.”

“Lift up,” he demanded.

His tone offered no other option, so Liliana did exactly what he said. His hands fisted the waistband of her sweats, and dragged them down over her legs along with the simple, black cotton panties she had on, too. Then, his hands came to the compression wraps around her feet. They hid the bandages, helped with swelling, and whatever other hell her feet were going through for the week.

“Leave those, if you wouldn’t mind,” she said quietly.

Joe glanced up at her. “You sure?”

Her feet were just about the least sexiest thing on her body, and she did not want to have that conversation tonight. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Your choice, sweetheart.”

Discarding her pants and panties, he kissed a slow path from where her cropped top stopped above her navel, down to her bare mound. He stopped just above her clit, and blew a slow, steady stream of warm air against her pussy.

“Rules go like this,” Joe said, “you listen, you never hide your cunt from me when I want to see it, and you speak up if something isn’t right. Got it?”

Liliana swallowed hard, and nodded.

Joe cocked a brow, and glanced up at her from between her spread legs. “Speak up, Liliana. I need you to use words, sweetheart. It’s the most important part.”