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He stepped back, his gaze raking her from head to toe. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he dropped to his knees and licked her center, his tongue teasing her clit with hot, incredible strokes.
She forgot the wind, forgot she was naked, forgot her own name as he caressed her with his mouth. Her fingers found his hair, and she held him to her. “Oh, god,” she panted. She wanted to come. Needed to come.
But she wanted him in her mouth with equal urgency. She wanted his cock inside her hot, ready sex. She wanted dirty. She wanted sweet. She wanted everything all at once.
He wrapped his arms around her legs and rose, his shoulder pressed to her hips, bending her until she draped over him. “Let’s get you to the bed and do this right.”
Inside, he set her on the bed, then stared down at her naked, splayed form. The heat of the fire and his gaze warmed her chilled skin. She shivered again, but this time not from the cold. The exquisite pleasure of this moment was like nothing she’d ever felt before. And he wasn’t even touching her.
But then, she’d never done anything this wild before. At least, not like this. She’d been in her early twenties when she’d had her last one-night stand. The guy had been her age and far more focused on his own pleasure than the giving and sharing that Xavier had already exhibited.
“Get naked,” she said, her voice husky in her eagerness. “I need to taste you too.” She wanted to give him as much as he gave.
One corner of his mouth went up as he shook his head. “You said I could tie you up.”
“What do you have in mind?”
He turned to the antique wardrobe and pulled out two silk ties. “Wrists or ankles? Your call. I didn’t think to pack four ties.”
“Big mistake,” she said with a laugh, then added, “I choose wrists. But you need to strip before I’ll let you tie me.”
He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, then pulled it over his head. He paused, turning to show her his bare chest, letting her take in the large scar that marred the skin over his left shoulder joint and pectoral muscle. His left side was muscled, but uneven, significantly smaller than his thick toned right.
He’d carried her on his right side. When they’d walked up the stairs, he’d kept her to his right.
Did the wound still hurt?
She saw unease on his face, and she realized the confident man was nervous about letting her see his scar.
She rose from the bed and stepped before him. She traced the puckered skin with her fingers and followed with her lips. She wanted to ask how he’d been injured, but suspected he didn’t want to talk about it. So she kissed the pale ridges, then found his mouth and kissed him deeply as she unbuttoned his fly.
He shoved his jeans down, and she stepped back to take him in. He stood before her in boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his thick erection.
“Beautiful,” she murmured, echoing his words on the deck. She stroked him through the thin cotton, then tugged his underwear down, lowering to her knees as she did so. She wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked the shaft, bringing the tip to her mouth. She ran her tongue over him, then opened wide and took him inside, stroking him with her tongue.
He groaned, his hips tight as if he were fighting thrusting into her mouth. He pulled back, extracting himself. “When you’re tied up. I want to fuck your mouth. But after I’ve come once already, or I’ll never last.”
Without hesitation, she climbed back on the bed and threw her arms wide, ready for him to bind her. She wanted this. All of it.
She’d never in her life thought she’d let a man she’d known only a couple of hours tie her up before they had sex for the first time, but here she was, and he couldn’t tie the knots fast enough.
He tucked a pillow under her head and leaned down and kissed her deeply. He lifted his head. “Before we do this, we’re setting some ground rules. I won’t do anything you don’t want or like. If you like what I’m doing to you, you will say ‘yes’ or ‘more’ or do that little panting thing you do that’s so fucking hot. If I touch you in a way you don’t like, you’ll say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘don’t’. Clear communication. My mission is to make you feel good. Period. Clear?”
She nodded.
He kissed her again. “Say it. In the moment, my eyes might be closed. I need to hear your one-hundred-percent emphatic, enthusiastic consent.”
“Yes. Please. Now.”
He smiled, his warm eyes crinkling in the corners, and slid a hand between her thighs and stroked her.
“Yes,” she said and let out an involuntary pant as his finger teased her clit.
“That’s it. Just like that.” He stopped stroking her, and she wanted to complain, but he finally looped a tie around her wrist and tied it to the corner pole of the log four-poster. He circled the bed to her other side and bound her other hand, spreading her arms wide. The loop on her wrists were loose enough that she could escape if needed, but the illusion of being tied was there, and she could grip the smooth silk if she needed something to hold on to.
He stepped to the foot of the bed and studied her. His gaze heated her skin as he caressed her naked, exposed body. She smiled and spread her legs, opening to him. His already impressive erection thickened.
“Holyfuck. What did I do to deserve this present today?” he said in a low, rumbly voice.
