Page 90 of Embers of You
If this is what he needs, if I can do anything to give him a way to get out of his head, if only for a little, then I’ll do that. I always will because somehow I’ve fallen completely in love with Jameson Turner.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then I’m going to tell you what I need you to do and you’re going to be a good girl for me, and do it.”
I bite back a moan at his demanding tone. This isn’t the sweet Jameson, this isn’t even the Jameson I’ve experienced in the bedroom before. This is another side to him, one that I want just as much as the others. This one needs something from me and I’ll give it to him on a silver platter.
“Take off all your clothes, and go stand over there.” He turns me, pointing to the area where the horses get cross tied. “I’m going to get some rope.”
He nudges me forward, and I go with a gasp. My underwear is already so wet I should be embarrassed. I work quickly to remove my clothes, knowing the chances of being caught out here this time aren’t likely, but the thought still sends a zip of excitement through me.
I’ve barely stepped out of my underwear, having stripped everything else off already, when I feel the familiar warmth of Jameson’s skin at my back.
“Turn around, and put your hands above your head.” His voice is deeper than usual, almost cold, but it only makes me feel hotter.
I do what he says, noticing he’s still in his jeans, but he has rope in his hand and my heart rate kicks up realizing just how serious he was. He’s going to tie me up in here and do whatever he wants to my body, and I won’t be able to touch him.
I know if I don’t want this or if I need him to stop at any point he would. But I won’t. I’m going to give him what he needs. Hecan use my body however he wants, take whatever he wants, it’s his—I’m his.
Once my hands are raised above my head, he crowds me against the wall. My back hits the wood and I gasp, already feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated in the best way without him even touching me yet. The second he starts tying my wrists with the rope it sends a shot of electricity straight between my thighs.
I’m already so desperate for him, so needy for his touch that him simply tying me to a ring attached to the wall has me about to combust. I look up to watch the way his hands move methodically as he ties an expert knot. The rope tightens around my skin and I flinch, but not at the pain.
“Are you okay?” he asks, obviously noticing because he misses nothing.
“More than okay,” I answer honestly.
His hands flex, making the veins in his arms pop as he finishes the knots and I swear my knees would give out and I would end up on the floor if I wasn’t secured to this wall. When he steps back and I can see all of him, I may actually have some drool pooling at the side of my mouth.
Jameson is a piece of art in human form, and especially like this. Burning blue eyes staring at me with so much heat I swear I’m going to melt from it. The summer night is warm, but the sweat on my skin has nothing to do with it and has everything to do with the way he’s looking at me.
His skin shines with the sweat covering him from the work he was just doing, but his chest heaves with heavy breaths I know have nothing to do with exertion. That’s all because of me. Myeyes find the bulge in his pants, making my mouth water, and I wish he was as naked as me because I want to eat him up with my eyes like he’s doing to me.
“You’re missing something,” he says suddenly, making me snap my eyes up to his once again.
I bite back my retort about the fact that yeah, I’m missing all my clothes, but I stay silent. He goes over to a hook on the wall where his brown cowboy hat is hanging up. He picks it up and puts it on my head before stepping back again. I arch toward him as though my body is a magnet trying to get to him to have him touch me.
“That’s better,” he growls.
“Does that mean you’ll touch me now?” I whimper.
“Impatient. You said you remembered what I told you about tying you up in here.”
“I do,” I squirm.
“Then what did I say?”
“You, um…” I squeeze my thighs together realizing that can help ease some of the ache and it distracts me slightly because I’m so desperate for him to get his rough hands on me.
“I, what, Sutton?” he snaps. “Don’t think you can solve your problem yourself. I’ll touch you, but you have to earn it. What did I tell you would happen?”
“You said you would edge me over and over.”
“Think you can handle that?”
I part my legs slightly, the air hits the wetness between them. “I can handle anything when it comes to you.”
He steps closer to me, hooking his finger underneath my chin and tilting my head back slightly. “You really think so?”
