Page 40 of Tormented Bastard
“I like the way you think.” With that spark in her eye, she held my gaze and shifted across my chest until she reached my shoulder. Her long hair trailed over my nipples as she dropped kisses on my scar. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard against the range of emotions that whipped through me and lodged in my throat. The few women I’d been with since my surgery had made sure to steer clear of my shoulder scar, as though if they didn’t acknowledge it, the red slash of puckered skin wasn’t there and I could be their flawless, hot athlete conquest.
The fact that Eden gave more attention to it soothed away those edges that made me forget I was lucky to be alive.
She made her way to one of my nipples, where she swirled her tongue around it. It hardened, and the feeling of it made me grunt. I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer to me. With one leg already slung up over mine, it was easy for her to grind her wet heat against my thigh.
“Hmmm…” she murmured as she moved to the other nipple and lapped it as well like her life depended on it. Damn, she knew how to use that tongue to make me come unglued.
She shifted, making it easy for me to flip her onto her back and settle between her hips. Her lips curved into a smile that lit up her face in the shadowy room. “I like this position even better.”
I kissed her hard once. “Want to do something with me?”
She chuckled. “If you don’t know by now I’m saying yes, I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re amazing at this.We’reamazing at this. But that’s not what I mean.” I paused, knowing I needed to ask her but not sure if I wanted to even hear the answer. “Do you trust me?”
She bit her lip and searched my eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, silently.
“Okay, stay right here. Close your eyes.”
There were a thousand questions in her eyes, but they slid closed after a second. I climbed off the bed and went into my closet, on the hunt for what I wanted. When I came back out of the closet, I hurried down to the kitchen for my next thing.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I found that Eden hadn’t moved, her eyes closed, hands crossed casually over her belly. With the even motion of her chest, I wondered if she’d fallen asleep on me. Until she smiled. “Going to just stand there and stare at me?”
The teasing lilt of her voice propelled me into gear again. “Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than stare at you, babe.”
“Am I going to need a safe word?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think so. But just in case, say ‘red leather.’”
She cracked open a lid. “Red leather?”
“Yep. Do you still trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then close your eyes.”
She closed her eye again, a small smile on her lips. “Hmmm…I’m intrigued.”
“Keep your eyes closed, Eden.”
“I am, Chase.”
I smiled and shook my head. She was giving of all things, including smartass retorts.
I tossed a couple of silk ties on the floor along with a bowl of ice at the end of the bed. The bowl clicked against the gray hardwood flooring.
“What is that?” she asked, lifting her head slightly off the pillow.
“Patience, my love. Patience.”
She mumbled something under her breath and laid her head back down. Taking one of the ties, I moved to her head and blindfolded her. “Lift up.” She lifted her head and I tied it into a loose knot behind her head. “Is that okay?”
She nodded and bit her lip. Her skin was turning that beautiful pink shade it always did when she was aroused. There was that feeling again in my chest. The one that told me she and I connected on so many levels. Because how many guys had paid attention to that little detail? I was no longer a betting man, but I’d bet my left nut that not many had or she wouldn’t be in my bed. But someday, some guy was going to figure it out and make sure he kept her for his own.
I couldn’t be that guy. But until then? She was all mine.
With another tie in hand, I knelt on the bed and ran the back of my hand down the outside of her arm, caressing it along the way. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and she gasped. The sound hit me right in the gut. Just to hear it again, I repeated the motion on her other arm before lifting them both over her head and securing her wrists around the wooden post of the headboard.
