Page 20 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
He released her wrists and guided her arms back to her sides. “Don’t be nervous.” His voice was low and gruff, his eyes hot on hers. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Goose bumps shivered along her skin. “Okay,” she whispered, the word muffled in the fabric of her dress flying over her head.
He swore, his eyes glued to her now exposed cleavage. “I can be gentle,” he muttered, more to himself than her. He slid the bra straps down her shoulders, then softly traced the line from her neck to shoulder, bringing more goose bumps racing over her skin, then across her collarbone and dipping into her cleavage. He groaned, undid the front clasp and sent the bra flying. He cupped her breasts with both hands, his thumbs stroking the hard peaks and then pinching them. She melted against the door, her eyes closing, surrendering to the intense pleasure.
He nipped her neck roughly and her eyes flew open. He nuzzled the side of her neck, his soft beard grazing her sensitive skin, heightening the sensations of his warm lips and sharp teeth, kissing and nipping, the intensity building as his hands roamed all over her. She moaned softly, aching for more.
“Take off your clothes too,” she said urgently.
Instead he slid her panties down and off. Then he clamped a hand around her wrist and pulled her to the bed. He yanked back the covers, and then he was kissing her hungrily, guiding her down, under him. She wrapped her arms around him, eager for the closeness again, for his kisses that made her mindless with passion and pure need.
He peeled her arms off him, slid her to the center of the mattress, and then grabbed two blue velvet ropes from the nightstand. She swallowed hard, her stomach fluttering, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. He didn’t give her a chance to get too worked up, though, instead leaning down and kissing her, gentle and coaxing, showing her he could be gentle. And then just brushing his lips against hers, making her sigh.
“I’m gonna tie you up now.” His gravelly voice made her toes curl. “You’ll like it.”
He lifted her right wrist above her head, wrapping the velvet rope around it and tying it to the wooden headboard with lots of convenient wooden slats to tie things around. “Give a tug.”
She did. It was loose. She could probably slip out of it easily. Well, was she going to do this or not? Yes, she decided. All or nothing.
“You’re going easy on me,” she said. “Don’t.”
He grunted a masculine sound of satisfaction and tied it tighter. Then he grabbed her other wrist and tied that one. She tugged, truly at his mercy now. A hot shiver ran down her spine as his eyes met hers, gleaming with stark hunger. Fierce. Raw. Animal.
He snapped his teeth at her. She squeaked.
He bit her lower lip gently and then sucked. “Your safe word is good girl.”
She clamped her mouth shut. She would not be admitting to that.
A slow sexy smile crossed his features before he leaned in, tracing her lips with his tongue and then delving deep. The kiss turned ravenous. Yes, this was what she wanted. Mindless passion. He shifted, kissing down her throat and then cupping her breast before his mouth closed around it, sucking hard. This was not gentle and she didn’t care. She was throbbing, hot and wet and aching for his touch. His teeth closed over her nipple and she cried out.
He lifted his head. “Did you say something?”
She shook her head.
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.” She tugged at her ties, wanting to grab his head and make him get back to her breasts or lower. Please God, lower.
He leaned up to inspect her ties, running his fingers under the ropes. “How’re your wrists? Not too tight?”
“Argh!”
He met her eyes and lifted a brow. “Argh?”
She tried to flail one arm and merely wiggled it. “Get back to business.”
He rolled her nipples and tugged on them. “You’re not in a position for that kind of order, naughty girl.”
She let out a sigh of relief as his mouth closed over her other breast, sucking hard, that tugging achy feeling returning, a direct line to her sex.
He released the suction with a pop and looked up at her. “Don’t pull too hard on the ties, no matter what I do. Got it?”
A full-body shiver ran through her. “Yes.” She opened her legs in invitation.
He shifted much lower, settling between her legs, staring at her exposed sex. “Beautiful.” He slid one long finger inside her and met her eyes. “I’m gonna push you, but you’ll like it.”
She let out something between a gurgle and a moan.
