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She sat up, crossed her legs, her hands resting demurely on her lap, and if she hadn’t been sitting naked with her hair tousled on the edge of his bed, she could almost have been applying for a job. ‘Fine. So I won’t touch you there.’
He growled with frustration. ‘Why can’t we just do this my way?’
‘Why can’t we try it my way? I’ll hold on to the coverlet with my hands. Even better, handcuff me to the bed head. You might enjoy that.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. This is not a joke!’
‘I’m not joking! But I don’t want to count ships and I don’t want to look at any more bathroom tiles and I certainly don’t want to have to stare at a coverlet on a bed. I want to see you. I want to feel your body on top of mine.’
‘You can.’
‘Not the way you want. I am neither a horse nor a dog to be mounted like an animal!’ She laid one hand on her breast, another on her belly. ‘I want to feel you here, and here, against me.’
He shook his head. It wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. Sooner or later she would forget and her hands would touch him and she would flinch or worse, and he would feel her revulsion and disgust.
It would happen, he knew.
But seeing her touch herself stirred something inside him. Thinking about tying her hands down stirred him even more. He wasn’t in the habit of restraining his women. But then, until now, he’d never had need. His women were temporary and he called the shots. Nobody had ever suggested—offered—to be restrained. ‘I don’t have any handcuffs.’
Her eyes sparked. ‘Use a belt. A tie.’ She held out her hands wrists together for him. ‘I promise, I’ll go quietly.’
He took the space of a heartbeat to decide, before swiping a tie from the rack inside his wardrobe door. ‘I promise,’ he said as he lashed her proffered wrists together, ‘you won’t come the same way.’
She shunted up the bed and he tied her hands to the bed post, her arms over her head, and then he rocked back, drinking in the picture she made. Her arms pulled her breasts high, stretching skin over her ribcage, accentuating the dip to her waist and the soft curve of her belly, cradled within the twin jut of her hipbones.
And he wondered that this had never occurred to him, not that any woman would have looked as good as this woman did right here. Right now.
His prisoner.
He growled, low in his throat, his cock bucking. Aching. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs apart, sliding his hands up her legs as he followed their progress on his knees.
He liked this idea more and more. He could take his pleasure this way. He could take her any way he liked. He could feast on her with his mouth. He could torture her slowly until she begged for release.
Next time.
This time he wasn’t planning on taking that long.
He took his own sweet time joining her, but the look in his eyes told her he liked it. A lot.
She felt excited and exposed, and for the first time she felt a frisson of fear.
What had made her brave enough to suggest something she’d never tried? She didn’t know this man, not really, so why should she trust him? Why would she put herself into a position where she was completely at his mercy?
But that knowledge only ramped up her excitement.
Her nipples ached, bolt-hard as his searing gaze scorched a heated trail over her skin.
He touched her, testing her, and breath hissed through her teeth. He smiled, his fingertips sliding over slick, ultra-sensitive flesh.
‘What do you want?’
‘You,’ she said, with more breath than voice. ‘Inside me. So stop messing me around.’
His smile widened.
‘You are bold, for one who is tied. And given you are my captive, and so desperate, I could so easily just walk away and torture you some more.’
She bucked against her bound wrists and said, ‘Don’t you damn well dare walk away now!’
And he laughed. God, she made him laugh, even when he was already aching for her.
‘Then perhaps, instead,’ he said, ‘I might choose to be merciful.’
He positioned himself between her thighs and leaned over and took one nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, laving it with his tongue. First one and then the other, before sliding his hand behind her head and claiming her mouth, his hot tongue tangling with hers. Her nipples brushed against his chest and her back arched, seeking more. Because yes, this was what she’d craved. Feeling his chest against hers. Making love face to face.
