Page 127 of Missile Strike

Soft hands drifted over his shoulder as he unbuttoned his shirt. Bella’s teeth nipped his ear, bathing it in moist heat.

His fingers stalled. His dick came to life.

God, that felt good.

“I want to…” she paused, her tone hesitant.

The uncertainty made his ribs ache. He twisted his head to meet her eyes. “Want to do what, honey?”

Anything. Anything she wanted, he was up for it.

“I want to be in control.” Her words tripped over each other, like she might lose her nerve if she hesitated.

Lust surged through him, pressing his cock against the zipper of his trousers. Images of Bella leaning over him, having her way with him, swamped his brain.

He stood and yanked his shirt off, uncaring of the button that flew across the room and landed on the carpet. Next, he tugged his undershirt over his head, then dropped his trousers and ditched his socks and briefs before spinning back to crawl over Bella.

Her eyes had gone wide. Then she giggled. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

He could snort that giggle and get high on it.

“In a hurry to do your bidding.” He grinned. “You’re in charge. Although, if I may make one suggestion? Get naked.”

She gave a feminine pout. “If I’m in charge, you can’t tell me what to do.”

“Fair enough.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Get naked.”

“Okay already.” Her gaze fell, and she busied herself picking at her nails. “Can I do the same thing you did?”

He tilted his head, trying to track her meaning. “Be more specific.”

A blush pinkened her cheeks. “The thing with the scarves.”

Ahh.

He’d never been on the receiving end before. Never wanted to be, but this was Bella asking.

“You want to tie me up and blindfold me?” The words came out strangled because, damn, he didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on in his life.

He lifted himself off her and positioned his head on one of the pillows, arms splayed. “On one condition.”

She bit her lip. A lip he wanted to taste. “What’s that?”

“Get naked.”

Her laugh was a high note that shot through his veins like a narcotic. “You have a one-track mind.”

“Well, yeah. I’m a guy.”

She wagged a finger. “If you’re blindfolded, and you can’t use your hands, then it won’t matter if I’m naked because you won’t be able to see or touch me.”

“Baby, just knowing will be enough.”

A mock sigh of disgust spilled from her lips. But her eyes had darkened to amber, and her gaze darted to his very erect cock.

He crossed one ankle over the other and settled in.

This was going to be fun.