He cradles my cheek in his palm and lines my jaw with his thumb. “I won’t ask again. Do you want to know what you saw?”
“Do you know what I saw?”
What the fuck, Dori?
Why ask that?
It’s got to be the least sexiest thing I could’ve said.
His eyes burn into mine. “I know exactly what you saw, but I’m getting the impression you don’t want that kind of pleasure.”
Pleasure?
“How does a hook bolted to the wall give me pleasure?” My mind spins with all the delicious possibilities.
He keeps his gaze on me as he reaches down and pulls his nightstand drawer out. I stare into his eyes even though I’m dying to find out what he’s doing.
His eyes flit to the side. The contents in the drawer clunk and clink as he shifts them around. When he findswhat he wants, he stands with a satisfied sparkle in his gaze.
I glance down. He’s running a thick black silk scarf between his palms.
He plans on tying me up.
My sex heats. “Is that what I think it is?”
“What if it is? Do you trust me enough to give me all your control?”
My heart pounds. “I do.”
He takes both my wrists and twists the silk around them. The material is loose, but the innuendo that I should expect more is evident.
I hold out my arms as he assesses the bond. He runs his hand down his stubbly beard and peeks at the wall.
His gaze comes back to me. “Unfortunately, temptress, we need to put this off for another day. What I have planned for you requires me to be in top condition.”
I deflate but try to hide my disappointment. “Okay. I don’t want to hurt you, so we can just get in bed and go to sleep.”
“Bed yes, sleep no.” He grabs the material between my wrists and pulls me to him. “I have another idea, and it’s better than restraining you.”
The silk slips off and flutters to the floor, making it possible for me to circle my arms around his neck. “Tell me about this plan of yours.”
“First, I’m going to need your help getting us out of our clothes.” His hands rest on my hips. “Then I want to make love to you and show you how I plan on putting you first every day for the rest of my life.”
My breath gets stolen from my lungs. “Jami...”
Love pours into my bloodstream. I press my lips to his as I rake my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He works my sweater up, so I break our kiss and help remove it.
He steps away and watches me with fire in his eyes. I reach back and unhook my bra, then drop it to the floor.
“Fuck, Dori. You’re absolutely perfect.”
“Let’s get out of these clothes and move this to the bed.”
“Smart and beautiful. I’ve got my hands full with you.”
I help him start to remove his clothes, but he groans in pain as I lift his right arm.
“Before we go further, do you think you can get me one of those painkillers? I’d like to enjoy making love to you.”
