Page 70 of Knots About You
‘That a dare?’
‘Mm-hmm.’
‘And what are the stakes?’ The idea of chasing her made it increasingly difficult not to give in to the tempting twist of her wrist.
‘You win, and you can tie me down and use me however you please. And if I last the full twenty minutes without being caught…’ Claire nipped her lower lip before her eyes widened. ‘I get to tie you down and use you howIplease.’
‘Deal, but only because I know you’re not outrunning me.’
We looked at each other for a quiet, loaded second. Then we were on our feet, me hunting for my work boots by the backdoor, her already jamming her feet into her shoes by the front. She was out before I could get my second boot off, her voice lilting in the breeze.
‘Catch me if you can, Sir!’
A minute later, I tore after her, the night hitting me with a damp chill. My blood seared as I narrowed my eyes in the dark, before turning back and grabbing a handful of rope.
Because when I won, I was going to make my girlscream.
The distillery was deserted, just the swish of pipes and the caw of wildlife amongst the trees that ringed the house.
A flash of maroon caught my eye. There, by the brick outer wall of the still house. Claire’s excited laughter egged me on. I gave her a head start because I wanted her to get the thrill of the chase before I tie her face down, ass up and lose myself inside her.
To start with, I didn’t run. I walked. Hunted and tried to use my knowledge of the site to cut her off with smarts.
But the minutes ticked by.
And soon I was tearing after her, skidding around corners and panting as hard as she was. She took the side stairs two at a time. I cut through the mash room, jumped a coil of plastic hose, and nearly went face-first into a bucket of wastewater. She mocked me from the mezzanine.
‘Watch your step, Sir!’
‘Mouthy brat.’ My breath came hot. ‘God, I’m going to ruin that smart mouth when I catch you.’
‘I’m going to ruinyourpretty mouth when you don’t.’ Pure devilment filled her face. ‘Tie you down and ride it until you beg for breath.’
Jeez.
Why didn’t I hate the idea of that?
It wasn’t remotely in my wheelhouse, but if Claire would enjoy it…
She darted out of sight, and my erection actually did start to affect my run. I took another approach and hid, waiting for her to seek me. Her feet were light as she crept along the wall, and I ducked further into the shadows. It took everything for me to resist darting out and snatching her, but I had to wait for the perfect time.
Patience…
Patience…
Throwing myself forward, I grabbed her waist, but my Claire was a wily little beast. She slighted and turned, spinning right out of my grip.
‘Too slow!’
I grinned despite myself. ‘You’remine.’
Our footsteps crashed through the distillery, and our grunts and laughter too. Her hair tore out of her bun, cascading around her shoulders. I followed, closer, the sweet scent of her perfume, drawing me in. The way she panted had me feral for her. I wanted to feel each ragged breath from within her lovely cunt. She glanced back, saw how near I was, squealed, and burst into a full run.
Laughing, I barreled into her and picked her clean off the floor, one hand still gripping my rope, and the other landing square between her thighs.
She wriggled like a fox, and I bit into her neck, high on the simple animalistic drive of catching her.
‘Say it,’ I murmured, nipping closer to her ear.
