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She grinds her hot, wet heat against me and it’s too much and not enough. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her again, to taste her, to watch her fall apart on me, writhe under me, hear her begging me for more.
But today has been so much for her. She needs more than just what I want from her. I need to focus on her, on giving her what she needs. What she needs is to know that I’m not going anywhere, that she can trust me, and that I’m all in.
I break off the kiss and pull back, holding her by her arms. She blinks up at me, distress already marring the fair skin between her eyebrows.
“What is it?”
“Do you trust me?” I ask, running my fingertips over her cheek.
She blinks again and then nods.
I step back, not taking my eyes off her until I reach the door. I turn the deadbolt, and then take her in. She looks like sex. Her lips are red and swollen, her cheeks flushed, her flimsy sundress twisted up around her hips. I unzip the front pocket of my suitcase and reach into the pouch that I haven’t used in months. I pull the silk from the bag and meet her eyes.
“Take off your dress.”
CHAPTER28
MEGAN
I lean against the windows,pressing the backs of my arms into the cool glass. Derek’s gaze is heated, but my eyes are focused on the ball of purple silk he’s currently unrolling.
“Megan.”
I blink up at him, swallowing thickly.
“Did you hear me?”
I nod. I did hear him. He told me to take off my dress, and I just stood there. I’m still standing here. He crosses the room toward me—no, not crosses, he stalks. I am his prey. My clit pulses at the thought, leaving my panties wetter than seems possible, considering all he’s done is kiss me a little bit.
He stands in front of me, at arm’s length, still unrolling the long, shiny band of silk. He sets the silk down on the bed and then steps closer, stroking my cheek with the side of his thumb.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, princess.”
He leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my forehead. His words are so solid, so sure, and I want it all. I want everything he’s willing to give me right now. But hell, the idea of him wanting to use that silk on me, tie me up? My center pulses with the sweetest ache.
“I want to,” I whisper. He swallows slow and lethargically, and then steps back, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“Take off the dress.”
I reach for the hem of my sundress, and slowly pull it up my body and over my head. I let it slip down my arm and to the floor, feeling his eyes on me like I’m his last meal.
“The bra.”
I reach behind me, feeling my nipples pucker even harder at the way his gaze stays on my chest. I slip my finger through the clasp of my too-small bra, and let it fall to the floor.
He clenches his jaw, keeping his eyes on my nipples.
“Give me your panties.”
My thighs clench at the tone in his last command, and I lean against the window for a little extra support as I slip my blue lace boy shorts off my legs, and hand them to him. He fists them, and then holds them to his nose, breathing me in without taking his eyes off me. I have to clench my thighs again when a low growl escapes his throat. He stuffs the fabric into his back pocket, and then motions for me to turn around.
“Hold your arms against your body, like this,” he says, pressing my wrists against the top of my glutes. I stare out the window at the fountains, and then at his reflection, as the soft, satiny feel of silk wraps around my wrists.
“I’ve thought about this,” he says, his voice heated. “So much. I wasn’t sure—I researched it. To make sure it would be safe. Just so you know—I can bind your arms, above your belly. Cross over your chest to put those fabulous tits on display where they belong.”
“Derek,” I moan softly, looking over my shoulder at him.
He continues to coil the rope up my arms, back and forth, until he gets to my ribs.
