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Should she ask him to define ‘distraction’?
Instead, she replied:Be there soon.
Chelsea drove to the provided address and sat in her car for a long moment, looking at the porch light that had been turned on for her. She examined herself. She’d hurriedly shaved her entire body, moisturizing and exfoliating her legs before dressing in a pair of shorts and a loose top. Upon seeing her scars, the shorts became leggings. Chelsea didn’t know what was to come, but she was prepared for anything.
She left her car, tucking her keys into her small purse, and walked toward his front door. She raised a fist, but he opened the door before she could knock.
“Hi,” she whispered. He stood tall and stiff. The shortcut brown hair appeared recently washed, and the dark eyes appeared entirely black in the shaded hallway. Nearly emotionless. Chelsea couldn’t have picked apart his feelings even if she tried.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, ushering her into his house.
His forwardness sent pangs of lust through her.
“Yes.”
He nodded as she followed him down the hallway and halted, glimpsing a room full of shattered clay pots. Plants lay in heaps on the floor—previously healthy plants. They hadn’t yet browned or drooped, so the damage had certainly happened recently.
He placed a palm on the small of her back and guided her further into the house. She wondered if she should ask about the damage to the room or if the unspoken quiet between them should remain. He turned into another short hallway and guided her toward a door.
When he opened it, the scent of him overwhelmed her senses. The pure masculinity of the smell further liquified her as she anticipated what they’d soon be doing. The room before her was neat and undecorated, aside from a bed, dresser, and bedside table, containing a water bottle and pill bottle. She wondered what she’d find on the label if she looked.
“What are your limits?” he asked, closing the door behind them. She looked over her shoulder and dropped her purse at the foot of the bed and kicked off her slip-on shoes.
How should she respond to the question? She didn’t want to seem too loose, but did she want to prevent him from doing something she may enjoy? “I don’t have any.”
He nodded, prowling toward her. Goosebumps roiled through her body as he approached. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”
She nodded, but she knew she wouldn’t stop him. She wanted to know what he planned to do. She had a feeling from his strong and silent masculinity that he’d be an interesting partner—that he’d seek the control over her that most of her previous partners hadn’t. Chelsea felt a pang of excitement at the thought of him doing something new with her.
“Take off your clothes,” he told her, watching her as she peered over herself. Chelsea nodded slowly, sliding her leggings down her body, and purposely avoiding glancing over the boot that hid most of her brutal scars. Her shirt soon followed her pants to the floor, revealing the fact that Chelsea hadn’t bothered with a bra. Redmond’s only reaction was a blink.
She hooked a thumb through her panties and met his eyes. “What made you change your mind?”
He stiffened and took a large step toward her, gripping her hips and tossing her into his bed as if she weighed nothing. The hard mattress held her weight stiffly rather than enveloping it. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
Chelsea nodded as he climbed atop her and narrowed his eyes. He lifted a hand to her tied-back hair and pulled the band free from it, allowing it to spread around her head. His intense gaze had her trembling from longing. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked with a sensual smirk.
He bent until his lips were nearly brushing hers. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Is there anything that would make you uncomfortable? Tying you up, spanking, choking, anal? Anything?”
Chelsea’s breath left her at the question, and she struggled to find words to affirm that those things were all okay—that while she hadn’t experienced many of them, she’d be more than willing to try. She shook her head slowly, trying to find a rhythm to her breathing. Redmond was so damn attractive in the way he held himself above her and looked over her as if he had every intention of ravishing her.
With her affirmation that there was nothing off-limits, he slammed his mouth atop hers. It was a taking—a powerful and overwhelming claiming more than a passionate moment. His lips devoured hers, moving to her throat, nipping, sucking, and then slamming them back to her lips again to repeat the process.
Chelsea moved to wrap her hands around the back of his neck, but he stopped and grabbed both her wrists with one, massive hand, pinning them to the bed above her head. Chelsea’s hips rose as need pulsated through her at the gesture. He continued his kissing, using his free hand to fondle her small breasts until her moans flowed freely from her mouth into his. She panted as her need pooled between her thighs.
Redmond released her hands and backed away, unbuttoning and removing his pants swiftly. He removed his belt and looked down at her.
God, she trembled in anticipation as he stared down at her, sprawled and ready for him. He held the belt with white knuckles and uneasy breaths. Standing before her, his shirt and pants on the floor and the length of him protruding further than what she’d have expected, he could have been a god incarnate. His tall, slim build proved to be pure muscle, sculpted from granite and chiseled into a perfection that left her drooling.
Oh, the things she’d let him do to her were endless, and she had plenty of ideas on where to start with the belt that dangled from his hand.
He crawled back atop her and grabbed both of her wrists, looping the belt through itself and securing it to the headboard, her wrists carefully fitted within the makeshift restraints. Chelsea hesitated, knowing that she placed a lot of trust in a man whom she barely knew, allowing him to tie her to his headboard and stare down at her with lust-filled eyes.
With him, though, it felt right.
“Tell me to stop anytime you feel uncomfortable,” he ordered, crawling atop her.
Before she had a moment to contemplate the words, his mouth was everywhere. They covered her breasts, sucking and sending sparks through her veins. He nipped at her hips, her thighs, and then the inside of them. Chelsea breathed hard, the touches sending a painful need through her. He brought his tongue around the sensitive peak between her legs, and she jerked. His tongue, wet and powerful, thrust inside of her, and she felt the pool of herself contract and twitch at the attention.
