Page 42 of Surrender
Her gaze narrows as she walks toward me, her heels clicking softly on the concrete. She drags her pointer finger across my bare chest and says, “Let’s see about changing that, shall we?”
I rush through the rest of the tour, my job of preventing an erection becoming painfully more difficult the longer I feel her eyes on me. The more we move around the house, the more confident she gets. It’s like some kind of odd foreplay for her to watch me show off my home.
I take care to leave my bedroom for last and feel a triumphant sense of relief as we finally reach the doorway. “I think you’ve been in here before.”
Her smile is playful. “A time or two.”
She splays her hand flat on my chest and pushes me backwards into the room, walking with me all the way to the tufted sofa at the foot of the bed. With firm hands on my shoulders, she pushes me to a sitting position.
“I had a lot of time to think last night when you kicked me out of your house.”
“I didn’t kick you—”
“Shhh.” She presses her finger to her lips and lowers her chin. “I’m talking. You’re listening.” She eyes me thoughtfully, then closes the space between us so her chest is in my face as she climbs onto my lap. With her legs on either side, she straddles me, her hands holding onto my neck for balance as she makes herself more comfortable.
It’s intimate. It’s confident. It’s exactly what I want from her.
My hands itch to run up her back, but I keep them fisted beside me instead. This is about letting go of control. This is about listening to her wants. Not my own. And having her on top of me has me craving that sort of mind-numbing release I had with her last year.
She flicks her long, wavy locks over one shoulder and I have to bite back a moan as the delicious scent of her perfume invades my senses.
“So I thought about how much sex is about trust.” Her golden eyes dance on my chest as she moves her hands forward and begins raking her fingertips over my pecs in firm, massaging strokes. “Especially the kind of sex we’re going to be having where we’re not actually in a relationship with each other.”
“I’m listening,” I husk and close my eyes as she squeezes my shoulders and rolls her hips on my lap.
“To build trust, I think it might help to have your eyes covered the entire time we have sex.”
My eyes widen instantly and I begin to argue. “Sloan—”
She presses her hand over my mouth, bringing her face up close so I can see the green loop around her pupils again. “I’m in charge, Gareth. You want it and I’m taking it. You need to trust me to guide this ship because I’m ready to try this for real. Last night was an amuse-bouche. This is going to be the main course.”
I swallow slowly, the erection growing in my jeans becoming painful against the zipper as she greedily grinds down on me. She begins rocking and swirling her hips, alternating between the two. Her arse pops up behind her like she’s fucking double-jointed.
“Fuck me, Sloan.” I press my forehead to her chest. I’m quite positive I won’t live through this experience but, bloody hell, it’ll be worth the ride.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” she says, slowly undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse right in front of my face.
I pull back to watch her unfasten three more before she slips her hand inside the material, revealing a white lace bra and a whole lot of lush skin. She drags her finger down the swell of her left breast and hooks the cup of her bra with her index finger. A hint of her pink nipple peeks out, and I know instantly that I will do whatever the fuck she wants me to do.
“You tested me last night. Now I’m testing you today.” She pulls off the thin, black scarf from around her neck and holds it out in front of me. “Just let yourself go to only follow my commands. I promise you, it will be worth it.”
Darkness consumes me as she wraps the fabric around my eyes and takes away the arousing sight of her. As a texture sensitive person, it’s a disarming feeling to have my sight taken away from me. Seeing what’s coming helps me prepare for things that may cause a negative reaction from me. But I trust Sloan more than most when it comes to my body. She’s known how to touch me from the second we met. And the light in her eyes that seared into me just before she blindfolded me turns me on more than the flesh on her body. If this is what she needs, I’m going to give it to her. One hundred percent.
Her lips brush against my earlobe as she pulls the knot tight. “Trust me, Gareth. Those moments when you want to stop, when you want to think, when you want to control…Just push yourself past those feelings. Force yourself to be in the now with me. No past. No future. Just my voice.”
I can feel my Adam’s apple bob in my throat from the sultry tone and I want it. Now. I want my jeans off. I want her clothes off. I want to be inside of her. I want everything she’s denying me.
More than anything, I want to be free. From my mind. From my thoughts. From my past and my future. I want this.
“Let’s do this, Treacle.”
My panties are soaked as I slide off of Gareth’s lap and stare at his gladiator body, shirtless and blindfolded in front of me. His scruffy jaw. His chest rising and falling in suspense as the sound of my clothes dropping to the floor narrates the scene.
It’s erotic as hell. To have a man so strong, so masculine, so intense and mysterious just sit here and wait for my next move is the most sensual experience of my life.
“What are you doing there, Tre?” he asks, his voice more timid than before. The anticipation is clearly weighing heavily on him.
“I’m getting naked.” I bite my lip so I remain serious because this is serious. He’s trusting me to be confident, and I’m trusting myself to be woman enough for this. That’s why I had to do this blindfold thing. I said it’s for trust and it partially is. Mostly, it’s because I feel like I need a barrier between us. A shield to hide the crazy nerves roaring in my limbs.
