Page 36 of Taken With You
“Is this what you want?” He’d play any game she wanted if it meant he could see her sex face again. “You did say—”
“Yes.” She fell back onto the bed. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Slide back.” He ran the silk between his thumb and forefinger, then gripped each end of the ties and pulled. “I’ll just tie your hands…for now.”
She scrambled up toward the headboard and lay back onto his pillows. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as he approached the side of the bed. Circling her wrist, he wrapped one end of the necktie around it, leaning in close.
He said, “Want a safe word?”
“Please?”
He rumbled a laugh as he attached the other end of the tie to a post of the headboard. “You’ll be saying that over and over, if I have my way. I need something you wouldn’t usually say in the midst of shouting in pleasure.”
“Cheers?”
“That’ll do.”
He rounded the bed with the other tie. She flushed pink in all kinds of curious places. The curves of her cheeks, the tops of her breasts, the slight rounding of her belly. He could tell by her jittery excitement that she didn’t do this very often. He encircled her other wrist with the second tie, crushing the Roberto Cavalli silk as he made a knot and then tied the wider end to the other side of the headboard.
Then he stood back and drank in his fill of a gloriously naked Amanda Karlson stretched across his bed, tugging on her bonds and rubbing her knees together as if eager to please.
She lifted her head from the pillow. “Are you ever going to take off those clothes?”
He shot a cuff and then unfastened one of the gold links. “At your command.”
“You’re letting me give commands?” She rattled the headboard with a tug. “When I’m tied up?”
“You’ve got me tied up, too, in a more powerful way. I’ll do anything you want me to do, Amanda Karlson. Except untie you. For now.”
She hissed in a breath, her beautiful breasts rising. Those rosebud peaks tightened as he wandered toward the bureau and dropped the monogrammed cufflinks on the wood. Standing at the end of the bed, he went to work on the buttons of his shirt. He made quick work of the buttons, then gripped the plackets and pulled them open, rolling his shoulders out of the sleeves.
He knew women admired his body. He never pretended to ignore that. He worked on it because expending energy on physical exertion was the best stress reliever he’d ever found. The physical results on his musculature were a side benefit, one that he took for granted. He was never more grateful for the pleasure that offered as Amanda dug her teeth deeper into her lower lip and made a strained sound of yearning.
Power surged through him and pretty much filled up his cock to maximum capacity all over again. She lifted a knee and bent it coyly as if to cover her pretty, lightly furred vulva…or to put pressure between her legs in an attempt to ease a rising ache. Hell, he fed off her responsiveness. Watching her observing his body made his sex strain up to his navel.
“The pants,” she gasped as if she were running a marathon. “Take them off.”
He gripped his belt buckle, already hanging loose. “As you wish.”
He slid the belt out of the loops and tossed the leather aside. The pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped. He shoved them down and kicked them off and stood before her in a pair of trunks that fit him like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
She said, “Don’t make me beg, Kane.”
He grinned and rolled off his trunks, giving her the eyeful she seemed so eager for…and that strained him to painful fullness.
Enough of teasing.
She made a gleeful little squeal as he seized her by the ankles. He spread her legs wide. Crawling onto the bed between those slim, trembling calves, he slid his fingers down her soft cleft. She arched at the touch, moaning when he brushed her nub. He let his fingers linger there for a moment, working her gently, then slid his hand down deeper to touch her wetness. Slipping in a finger, he rolled the tip against her G-spot. She flexed and arched off the bed and rolled her head against the pillow at the pleasure of the simple touch.
His sack tightened, pushing him to the brink.
He removed his hand and bent his head to swirl his tongue in her navel, then surged up to roll his bristled cheek against her breast. The nipple tightened into a nub when he sucked it into the heat of his mouth. She pulled against the restraints. Part of him regretted that she couldn’t run her fingers through his hair, or scrape her nails down his back, but he also liked knowing how fiercely she fought to do just that.
They were together now, partners in pleasure.
There was time enough for everything.
Except patience, he thought, as she moaned in a way that told him she was ready, so ready. His cock surged hard. He slid up her body, rising over her. She blinked up at him, heaving. She’d wrapped another twist of the tie around each of her hands, gripping the silk taut. He took his time sliding into position, rubbing his lower abdomen against her wet vulva in a way that made her suck in little breaths. She lifted her legs without his prompting. Her heels hit his backside and dug in, urging their bodies close. A hungry look came into her eyes.
