Page 31 of Knots About You
‘Louder.’
‘Yes.’
‘Good girl.’ The words left me before I could stop them, and I felt her jump.Shit. Too much too soon? I smoothed a hand down her back, and she leaned into the touch. Phew. ‘Tell me if it’s too much. You tell me if your hands tingle, if your shoulders hurt, if your head goes funny.’
She swallowed. ‘Can I tell you if it’s not enough?’
Damn.
‘Brat,’ I growled against her throat, and she made a small, helpless sound that had me to full, throbbing, mast.
I dragged my mouth over her sweet-scented skin. Tasting her neck. The edge of her ear. The paint on her shoulder. My thumb pressed the edge of her jaw until her eyes fluttered shut.
The whimpers she gave had me on edge. I was testing her resolve, but my own crumbled faster than a week-old cookie.
It took everything in me not to tip her onto her back and pin her hands over her head and devour her mouth. To press myself between her thighs and lose myself in her wet heat.
Iachedto fill her.
‘Tell me how you feel.’
She considered. ‘Like I might scream if you don’t kiss me soon.’
‘Another.’
‘I like that you didn’t kiss me the other day,’ she said, surprising both of us.
‘Do you?’
‘It made this…more intense.’ She shifted in the ropes, not struggling, just feeling the give. ‘Normally, the moment is over before I’ve had a moment to appreciate it.’
I closed my eyes to quiet my own rushing desire.
The room settled around us, both lost in a moment ofbefore. Before we opened the floodgates. Before I opened myself up to potential heartbreak. Before she gave herself over to my demands. When I finally brought my mouth close to her lips so that she could feel the shape of my words, she went very still.
‘Tell me what you want now.’
‘Kiss me.’
I hovered a heartbeat fromyes. My mouth ached with it. The rope grazed against my fingers where I held her steady.
‘Again,’ I said, because I greedily wanted to hear her repeat it.
‘Kiss me, Owen.’ Her words were a plea. Throaty and desperate.
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If Owen didn’t kissme soon, I might spontaneously combust right on his sofa. Just burst into flames of pent-up need. I could feel my heartbeat against the rope. Having my arms restricted took some getting used to, but being at Owen’s mercy wasdelicious.
‘Kiss me,’ I pleaded. It should have embarrassed me to be so wanton, but I didn’t care. Anything as long as that thick-chested Scot finally locked lips with me.
At last, he did.
Slowly.
His mouth brushed mine. The softest graze of his lips. I leaned into the kiss, losing myself in the delicate sensation of our first kiss. I craved it harsher and tried to take more, but he held the rope behind my back tight.
