Her moan echoed between them.
Addicted to the sounds she made, he switched to her other nipple, and as he swirled his tongue around her peak, he slipped his finger inside her wet folds. She inhaled and gripped his shoulders, and he welcomed the feel of her nails scraping his skin.
He released her breast, pulled out of her warmth, and watched as she opened her eyes and blinked.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She instantly nodded. “Yes.”
Her answer and the fact she hadn’t hesitated was nearly enough to set him off.
“Hold out your hands,” he ordered, his voice sounding rough with the need flowing through him. “Put your wrists together.”
When she did, he swiped her dress off the floor and loosely wrapped it around her wrists. He glanced at her face and knew if he saw even a flash of anxiety or fear, he’d immediately release her. But it was excitement and heat that burned in her gaze.
His arousal throbbed, threatening the integrity of his zipper.
He cupped her face and kissed her, drinking in her sighs, tasting her need as her tongue brushed his in a frantic tango.
Yeah, she was ready. He was about to take her to a special happy place.
Chapter Eleven
Breaking the kiss, he released her and smiled. “Don’t move.”
Leaving her by the door, he quickly tossed two couch cushions on the floor alongside the coffee table. It was sturdy, made of oak, with four legs, and would serve their needs.
He returned to sweep her into his arms, and she looped hers around his head and kissed his neck as he carried her across the floor. After he untangled himself from her wicked mouth, he positioned her on her back on the cushions, then lifted her restrained wrists above her head and used the remaining material of her long dress to tie each end around a leg of the coffee table.
“Um…do I need a safe word?” she asked in a breathless voice, while excitement continued to deepen the blue of her eyes.
There was no need for safe words.
He shook his head. “No. The knots are loose. You can easily tug free if you want.”
“I won’t.” She smiled up at him, and his entire body heated at once.
He sat back and gazed at her beautiful, prone body, naked except for that strip of silk.
Silk covering silk…
His mouth watered and his erection throbbed. He set his hands on either side of her head but kept his elbows locked.
Needing to touch her, he started at her neck, kissing his way down to her collarbone then lifted up and blew on a nipple, watching it pucker while she moaned.
Smiling, he moved to the other and blew on it before sitting back and lightly brushing both with the palms of his hands.
She moaned louder and arched up.
Chuckling, he dipped down to suck one into his mouth while he tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger. He lingered on them for a minute before moving south, kissing and licking his way down to her silk thong.
“Gorgeous,” he said, kissing her soft skin, his fingers tracing the material where it disappeared between her legs.
“Sinjin,” she murmured, her body shaking.
“I know. I’m going to take you to your happy place.”
Tracing the edges of the wet material with his finger, he hooked his fingers underneath and brushed her center.
