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Damn. I didn’t think about that.
I clear my throat. How is it possible someone can be just as hot in five dollar sweats as they are in an expensive tailored suit?
“Just go back to the bed.” I point in the direction of my room.
He chuckles, but obeys. When he lies down, it squeaks loudly and for some reason, it makes him grin wider.
“What?” I ask him.
Lifting his arms over his head, he grabs hold of one of the headboard spindles of my Jenny Lind bed. His lids drop in an unmistakable smolder. “No wonder you haven’t tried anything with me, and I know you’ve wanted to. But everyone would hear us.”
I roll my eyes and grab the cuff keys from the top of the dresser. “You wish.”
“Have you decided how long you’re going to keep me like this?” he asks.
“Seven days. Just like you did to me.” I’ve been thinking about that. Seems fair.
“Except, we didn’t finish our term,” he reminds me.
“Fine. Five days. You’ve been here two and change. So…” I bend over him to unlock one of the cuffs, loop it around the spindle, and reset it on his wrist.
Because I can sense his gaze on me, I peek down. As I thought, he’s watching me. And we’re so close to each other, my face mere inches above his, that I can see every detail in his irises— the specks of gold over the light blue, the near black ring that outlines the color, and the silvery starburst in the center. Complicated, just like the way he uses those beautiful eyes to confuse me.
On the one hand, they’re intense and penetrating. They force their way into my very soul and demand to go further still. But they’re inviting too. Beckoning me to forget he’s a bad man and play with him of my own free will. It’s such a tempting proposition too.
It takes everything I have to look away. To finish what I’m doing. Wait, what was I doing?
I jump back when his teeth clamp down on my left breast. “What was that for?!”
“I want you.”
“So you bit me?” I rub the sore spot over my bra.
He trails his molten gaze over me. “Straddle me, Andie. I want to feel you.”
“You don’t call the shots anymore, remember?”
“Then do it because you want to.” He’s looking at me that way he did when we were in his penthouse, like he would devour me if he wasn’t tied up. “Straddle me. Sit on my face. Do whatever you please. I can’t stop you.”
I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t do something to the deepest part of my belly. Something gooey and warm and tight. Maybe if I didn’t know what he feels like inside me it would be easier to resist. But I do and it makes me ache.
I glance at the doorway, my breaths already increasing. “They could be back any minute.”
“Then you should hurry.”
Looking back at him is a huge mistake because, damn, he’s just as sexy all tied up as he is when he’s dominating me in the bedroom.
“Fuck.” I go to shut and lock the door. As I return to the bed, I tug off my cotton blouse and kick off my jeans. “What am I doing?”
“Making me pay,” he offers, but the heat in his gravelly tone doesn’t make him sound like someone about to suffer in the least.
I climb onto the mattress and throw a leg over him. Immediately he lifts his hips, grinding the bulge beneath those gray sweats into my core.
Though I try to hold back a moan, it’s impossible to. My body is going to do whatever the hell it wants. React however the fuck it wants.
Bending down, I kiss him. Not a peck, or anything sweet that can be misconstrued as emotional. But a real heated, I-want-to-screw-you, kind of kiss. It’s hungry and selfish, and I don’t care. I suck on his tongue, bite his lips, taste every inch of his mouth.
He lets me, giving me everything I want and more. I pull away, not because I can’t breathe, but because I want him to make me even more breathless.
