Page 85 of Wild For You

“We haven’t even started yet.” He leads me to the most incredible high-tech sofa I’ve ever seen—an oversized circle in the middle of the room, decorated with countless pillows.

“I wouldn’t be surprised to find it can spin,” I mutter.

“Actually, it can.” He laughs at my expression. “Take a seat. I’ll be back in a second.”

“Where are you going?”

“To make us popcorn.” He cocks his eyebrow. “Why? Are you scared I might lock you in here and hold you captive?”

I smirk. “That would suck. No one would ever find me.”

“You sure you don’t want to leave now, as long as the door’s open?”

I drop on the sofa and sigh with delight at how comfortable it is. “I’ll take my chances.”

He laughs out loud. “You trust me.”

I actually do, I realize. Too much, too soon.

“Make it fast, Cash. I want to see that movie.” Lying back against the pillows, I close my eyes. Everything smells of him. The pillows, the air. I inhale deeply as my muscles slowly begin to relax.

A content sigh escapes my chest.

The sofa feels silky against my skin. I imagine myself naked, waiting for Cash to get back. My body begins to tingle, urging me to stop dreaming and start doing. While watching a movie might sound like a great way to spend the evening, engaging in some sexy activity with Cash is the more tempting option.

“Having fun without me?” A low voice says—too low, too close.

My eyes snap open.

Cash is standing at the foot of the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing rows and rows of hard muscles. My tongue flicks across my suddenly parched lips as my gaze roams over his body, drinking him in. He’s carrying a tray while balancing on one crutch, which is amazing.

I want to comment on it, but decide not to because I don’t want to make a big deal out of it and hinder his progress. I want him to act on his instincts, listen to his body, and just keep pushing himself without overthinking it.

I crane my neck, but before I can glimpse what’s on the tray, he raises it higher, out of my view.

His eyes are hooded, dark with desire.

“What are you doing?” I ask, breathless.

“I’m working on the setting.” He jiggles a pair of handcuffs. “You’re going to be tied to my bedpost.”

“I don’t see a bedpost.” He points at what looks like two silver hooks on either side of me. “Oh.” The image of me naked, my thighs spread open for him, enters my mind and my core pulses to life as lust courses through my body.

“Want to know what happens next?” Under heavy lids, his eyes glow with an insatiable hunger for me. “I’ll lick every part of your body until you’re begging me to take you. And then I’ll make you fall in love with me.”

“I’m already in love with you, Cash. Remember?” I squeeze my hands under my shirt and pull it over my head, ready to give him what he wants.

Slowly, he begins to peel off his clothes, revealing his ripped torso and strong shoulders. As I watch his jeans and pants drop to the floor, I realize I’m not just in love with him. I’m falling for him over and over again.

Slowly, I get up from the sofa and begin to take my clothes off, my body burning under his hooded gaze.

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