Page 47 of Say It Isn't Snow
“Put your apron on,” he rasps, pausing a beat before adding, “Just your apron.”
My stomach dips with arousal. I hold my arms overhead to help him peel my top off. His rumble of approval reverberates from his chest against my back. He takes his time caressing my bare skin, leaning over my shoulder to watch as he pulls the cups of my bra down to expose my breasts.
My eyes fall shut and my breathing quickens when he circles my nipples with a light caress.
“Caleb,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” He sounds so relaxed and nonchalant compared to the blaze of desire he’s igniting within me.
“More.” I push my tits into his hands.
“My greedy girl.”
He chuckles, gratifying me with a firmer touch. His hands cup my tits and he rolls my nipples with his thumbs until they’re aching in time with the sensual pulse of my desire.
I audibly mourn the loss when he lets go to unclasp the bra and work my leggings off. I’m not wearing any underwear. He spares a kiss for my ass cheek before he pulls me back against his chest, completely bare. The stiff ridge of his cock in his pants teases me when it brushes me.
“Look at you,” he whispers in awe.
Caleb gets one of my brightly colored aprons off the hook and puts it on me. A delicious thrill runs through me at being nude beneath it, barely covered by the cute patterned fabric.
Winding the ties around his hands, he pulls the material taut against my front and makes a rough noise by my ear.
“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop,” he rasps.
“Have you?” I reply tartly.
“It’s those fucking bows you always wear. Makes me want you like…”
His fingers curl gently around my wrists and he guides them into place folded behind my back before loosely wrapping my apron ties around them.
“Is this okay?”
Molten heat spills through me.
I tip my head back to peer at him through my lashes. “Do I seem bothered by the idea of you tying me up?”
“Yes or no, sugar. Use your words.” He nips my shoulder, then kisses it.
“Yes,” I answer cheekily.
He rewards me by capturing my lips with an open-mouthed kiss that makes my knees weak. His strong arm holds me up.
“See how sexy consent is?” Caleb murmurs.
I can’t help swaying. He makes me feel out of control when I’m with him in the best way possible. Normally I cling to control with a vice grip, yet with him I can let go knowing he’s got me.
“Well? Tie me up with a pretty bow and fuck me already,” I sass with a teasing rotation of my ass against his erection.
“Keep running that mouth, baby. You know how much I like it when you give me that bossy attitude,” he says against my ear as he cinches the ties to secure my arms.
A shiver races down my spine. My nipples are stiff, dragging against the material of the apron when I arch my back seeking more of his touch.
He caresses my sides, pushing beneath the apron to splay his hand over my soft abdomen while kissing a path up my throat. I sigh at the first brush of his fingers on my clit, rocking my hips with each stroke. I strain with the need to touch him back, turned on even more when I can’t because my hands are bound behind my back.
He stops playing with my pussy just as the building heat in my core is close to exploding. I protest, only to choke it back when he encourages me to bend over the counter. A smoky rumble sounds from him, making my toes curl.
I’m tied up and spread on display for him in the filthiest sense.
