Page 80 of Rocky Mountain Desire
Laying her heart on the line—and hoping she survived when he left.
The front door echoed loudly through the apartment far quicker than she thought possible. He must have run all the way down to the street level and back, and something about that made her feel very good inside. That he was as eager for her as she was for him.
Hope sat in the middle of her bed, arms curled around her shins. Hiding herself, holding herself inside. His footsteps sounded, louder and louder, and she lay down quickly, the cool of the quilt heating rapidly under her back.
She deliberately closed her eyes. Staring at the ceiling wasn’t her first choice, and actually watching him round the corner and spot her? That was a braver thing than she was capable of.
She could tell he was there, though, standing motionless. Her ears ached for the smallest of clues of what he planned. What he thought of seeing her laid out like he’d requested.
Then he chuckled, and all her melodramatic buildup was wiped out by his sexy good humour. “You’re grimacing as if I’m going to make you eat liver or recite the times table, or something.”
“The square root of eight-one is nine. In a right triangle, the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the square of the—”
Another burst of laughter rang out, and she felt a tug on her leg. “You planning on keeping your eyes closed the entire afternoon?”
“You planning on skipping work all afternoon?”
“I called Blake—told him I had an emergency to deal with.”
Her eyes popped open of their own accord.
“You what? This isn’t an…” She’d scrambled up on her elbows to confront him, but the words vanished becausehot damn. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected. “You’re naked.”
Matt grinned as he looped a plastic tie-down around her ankle. “I noticed. You’re naked as well, which makes it very convenient.”
She eyed the restraining loop with a little trepidation, and a shiver of anticipation that was impossible to ignore. Or hide. “Convenient for what?”
“A little conversation. Now hush.”
She kept looking him over, ignoring the urge to point out that conversation and being told to hush weren’t exactly on the same side of the scorecard. He applied another plastic strap and closed it off with a couple fingers’ looseness. She used the straps around the store to secure material bolts. The way he was attaching them, the plastic wouldn’t tighten any further, but she wasn’t getting them off without a pair of scissors or a knife.
Soon she was wearing bracelets as well as the anklets. Then he pulled out a couple small coils of rope, and the suspense was all worth it.
He didn’t do any of the really kinky things she’d heard about. Didn’t pull her legs apart and secure her to the bedposts or anything. Just tied her ankles and wrists together. All the while, he whistled softly and rubbed his body against her at every chance. Totally unselfconscious that his impressive cock bumped and rubbed as well.
“You going to tell me what’s on the agenda now? Although I will admit your rope skills are impressive.” Her voice had gone husky and she cleared her throat.
“This isn’t playing with ropes. We’ll do that sometime down the road, but now? I’ve got other things in mind.”
Down the road?Hope’s heart ached.
Then the bastard grabbed her locked together wrists and pressed them over her head, tying her to the headboard. He straddled her thighs, holding his weight off so she wasn’t crushed.
Matt looked her over, a slow, thorough perusal, his smile growing as if he liked what he saw.
Her skin twitched, like a horse when a fly lands. Only she wasn’t trying to shake him off, she wanted more of him. Not only on top of her but in her. Holding her, his contact squeezing out the weight of the day and all the concerns caused by Helen.
Somehow he made being trapped the most freeing thing she’d ever experienced.
“Tell me why you’re acting like a skittish colt. No lies, just the truth.”
Hope snorted. “You got me naked, tied me up, and now you want to talk? Are you a girl in disguise?”
Matt rocked forward, sliding his heavy erection along the curve of her mound, rubbing against her clit. “Does that feel like I’m a girl?”
“Just saying…”
“Because I care enough to work whatever the hell is wrong out of you? Fine. I’ll be an asshole.” He leaned forward and took hold of her nipple with his mouth, sucking gently, then harder until she squirmed. Matt switched to the other side, his fingers pinching and teasing along with his mouth until she was bucking her hips against him, hoping for a tiny touch on her clit to get her over the edge.
