“And let me guess. You have something in mind for it?”
“Maybe I do.”
I take the tie, nod to the headboard. “Lift your arms above your head.”
She complies, and I tie the emerald material around her soft wrists, then give a light tug to make sure it’s tight enough.
“Guess this makes my dog your wingman,” she says.
“The best wingman ever,” I reply, then I settle between her thighs and sink inside.
A rush of heat jolts down my spine.
Chloe breathes out hard.
I ease out, taking a moment to let her feel empty before I fill her again. She arches her back. I brace myself on my palms as I find a rhythm. But finding it means fighting off the onslaught of pleasure. Because…fuck.
She feels too good. Too right. Too made for me.
What the hell?
These thoughts invading my brain are coming out of left field.
But…are they?
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her.
She hooks her heels on my ass, and I move inside her, punching my hips, sliding in, sliding out, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. Her neck is long. Her arms are stretched above her head. Her legs, wrapped tight.
She’s giving herself to me…and the thing is…I want to take this gift. I want her, all of her, tonight and the next night. I don’t know what to do about all these annoying fucking feelings—feelings that can only lead to heartache.
But I know now why I have them when I touch her. Because I haven’t just been fucking her.
I’ve been falling for her.
And that’s a big problem.
Tonight, though, I shove those thoughts out of my head, and I fuck her till she’s gasping, shouting, crying out.
And coming undone in my bed.
Where she belongs.
After I come, too, I ease out, unknot the tie, kiss her wrists, then say, “You should come to Pour Decisions tomorrow night. Unless you have rehearsal?”
She pushes up. “I do, but it’s at five, so I can go. You sure?”
“If you want to,” I add, so she doesn’t feel pressured.
She swats my chest. “You know I do.”
“Yeah?” This makes me unreasonably happy, and I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with why.
“Of course.”
“I want you there,” I say, then trace my fingers along her stomach. “And maybe come over after. Or I can go to your place.”
“You want to watch me juggle the ducks.”
