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‘In here.’ His voice is raspy and deep, and it occurs to me that there’s a hypnotic quality about him. Maybe that’s how he got to be so good at his job? Don’t even try to lie if you’re in the witness box—he’ll magic the truth out of you.
I follow its direction towards the bedroom, my tummy in knots the closer I get. I wore my hair up for the shift at the bar but I pulled it out on the way over here and now I run my fingers through it, pulling it over one shoulder, loosening out the waves.
I push the door inwards—it’s dark here too, except for one flickering candle.
But it’s enough. Enough to see Michael Brophy is wearing just a pair of low-slung jeans, his slender waist and muscled chest ridged in the soft lighting.
I drop my handbag to the floor, just inside the door, but stay where I am.
‘Do you want to take a shower?’
My heart turns over.
‘Or have something to eat?’
I smile. His thoughtfulness is unexpected. ‘Nope.’
I see a grin flash across his features. He dips his head forward and when he lifts it to look at me again, his expression is serious, his face half shadowed. ‘Take your clothes off.’
I arch a brow. ‘Straight to the point, huh?’
He nods. ‘I thought you wanted me waiting for you?’
He’s right. Watching him, feeling the heat of his gaze on my body, I strip my shirt off first, discarding it carelessly. My jeans are next, so I’m standing before him in just my underwear. ‘Top or bottom?’ I ask huskily, just like when we played strip pool.
‘Both, immediately.’ His smile flashes again and my stomach squeezes.
‘I’m not a contortionist,’ I tease, unhooking my bra and bending down to strip my underpants at almost the same time.
‘You did very well then,’ he growls, his eyes roaming my body hungrily. Looking. Looking with such intensity it almost feels like touching.
‘Come here.’ There’s gravel in his voice. Gravel and flame.
I pad across his bedroom, the carpet thick and luxurious underfoot.
Right before him, and he still doesn’t touch me. ‘You want to learn about sex?’
I nod slowly, my eyes latched onto his. My lips part; I ache to kiss him.
‘And do you trust me?’
I nod again, because I do. I couldn’t have chosen a better partner for my first time. Times. Okay, this is more than I expected but that’s okay because, having slept with him once, I feel like I’ve untapped a well and I need to keep drinking from it.
‘Why?’
He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a piece of fabric. ‘Because I’m going to blindfold you and cuff you to my bed,’ he says quietly, his eyes watching me for any hint of reaction.
Fuck.
Heat pools between my legs. I’m practically coming with the image alone.
‘And I’m going to touch you, and taste you, and torment you with how much you want me. And then I’m going to fuck you.’
I make some kind of indistinguishable noise, my knees threatening to buckle.
‘Yes?’
He’s waiting for me to answer, but my tongue is thick in my mouth.
