“Nobody?” she asked, surprised. She’d assumed he’d had a long line of lucky women in his past. With that face, that body, that charm, he could have anybody he wanted.
But he nuzzled between her breasts hopelessly, drawing up her jumper at a torturously slow pace as though they had all the time in the world before finally ridding her of it. “Nobody like you. I never want to let you go.”
“Then make sure I don’t,” she said, and realised that she meant it. Usually, she loved feeling in control, but right now, lying in his bed in just her sports bra and thong… She wanted to cede all control to him. Give everything over to him. “Tie me up.”
Surprise, wild desire, and a hint of trepidation danced in Fraser’s eyes. But before he could respond, something behind him stole Harper’s attention, and she gave an awkward laugh. “Please can you distract Bernard? He’s at the door.”
Fraser snapped his head up, snorting at the sight of the dog standing there with one ear cocked. “Jesus. Sorry.” He rushed over, nudging Bernard out into the hall. “Bernard, this is not for your eyes, I’m afraid.”
The door clicked shut, and Bernard’s disgruntled whimper gusted from the hallway.
Fraser returned, both of them chuckling again as he bent over her once more. “He’s not used to me having company.”
The interruption was soon forgotten as Fraser roved her body with his hands and mouth. It was difficult not to respond in kind, but her hands were still cold, and part of her was content to lie back and let him map her body. She relaxed into his mattress, skin throbbing from the lightest of touches.
“I fucking love these curves,” he murmured gruffly, caressing the soft lines of her hips, her waist, the cups of her sports bra. His thumb ghosted across her nipple, and a small keen escaped her.If this was surrendering, maybe she should do it more often. It felt good.Right. “Tell me they’re mine, Harp. Just for tonight, I want all of you to be mine.”
“It’s all yours.” She arched her back, showing him that she meant it. “I’myours. What do you want to do to me?”
Wonder and lust melded in his stare again, but he shook his head. “I won’t be doing anythingtoyou. I’ll be doing itforyou. Everything for you.” And then, finally, he unhooked her bra, and peeled off his own jumper. She admired his form, dizzy with awe. At the loch, it had all been a blur, but she had time to drink in every stunning inch of him now. His shoulders were sturdy enough to bear anything, but the hard lines of his torso softened beneath his belly button, where a strip of dark hair disappeared into his underwear. His legs were as delicious as she’d imagined, freckled and muscular and adorned here and there with more tattoos.
He looped his belt around her wrists, the brush of the leather leaving her breathless. He tied it just tight enough for her to feel the pressure, then kissed the skin beneath to make sure there was give.
To make sure she still felt safe, she realised.
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” he said. “I’ll take it off.”
“I like it,” she whispered, surprising even herself. She let her legs fall open – she was wet and desperate now.
Her whole body was his to take, but it had never felt so much like hers before, either. Finally, she controlled it, decided whether it was beautiful or not. Her wide thighs only meant more kisses from him as he made his way around her body, only meant she felt more places where his stubble brushed her skin.Her round stomach and large breasts offered more valleys for him to explore. And when he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Harp,” with sheer reverence shimmering like moonlight in his glossy eyes, she believed him.
“I want you,” she begged when she could take no more teasing. When he’d removed her underwear, and taken his time working between her nipples and her clit with more confidence than last time, now he knew what she liked.
Fraser stood from the bed, the tautness of his black briefs accentuating his size. She watched him with anticipation as he went to the nightstand, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a silver foil.
They were really doing this. Her legs kicked in an eager search for friction. He watched her splayed form hungrily as he returned to the end of the bed. Finally, he took off his briefs and opened the packet with his teeth. A shudder crawled through her body when he sheathed his cock with the condom, her bottom lip tucked away behind nervous teeth.
“You sure?” he questioned.
“I’m sure.”
Once Fraser had buried himself in her, he never wanted to emerge. The way his body sank into hers, it was like he’d been made just for this. Harper released a gasp, fingers clenched in their binding as she wrapped her legs around him and arched her back. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Nothing had ever felt this good before.
He squeezed his eyes closed, twirling one finger around her swollen, pink nipple while the other hand kept her bound wrists pinned to the bed. They squirmed against his belt now: impatient, restless.
“Still okay?” he whispered against her neck.
She nodded frantically, then rocked her hips. “More. No need to be gentle.”
But she’d said he was in charge tonight, so he was taking his time. He pushed into her slowly, luxuriating in her whimpers. Her lips parted with the pleasure of his movements, then more impatience left her rutting against his tip.
“Fraser,” she whispered. Pleaded. He’d never particularly liked his name until now. Until she uttered it like the words of her favourite song.
He thrust into her again, pleasure burning bright inside. He grabbed her hips, angling her so that he could go deeper, quickening his rhythm, so that her keens would turn to moans.
“I want to touch you,” she growled, eyes blazing and wild now.
“You want me to take it off?” he replied, breathless.
