Page 103 of Man Cuffed
He tips his head back and laughs. “I was going to say missingpiece. But if you felt like unlocking these things, it would be easier for me to kiss you.”
“Would it?” I kneel on the bed. “You don’t kiss with your hands.”
His handsome eyes get hot. “I kiss with my whole fucking body when it’s you I’m kissing.”
“Oh. Well. In that case.” I smile. “In that case I’d like to see you try it without your hands.” I throw a knee over his thighs, straddling him. “I always thought it would be fun if you cuffed me. But it might be even more fun to be in charge.”
His clear eyes consider me. “You think you’re in charge right now?”
“Of course.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I can lead from any position. Just saying.”
“Can you now?” Just to prove that I’m driving, I finally lean down and kiss him.
He groans as our lips meet, his mouth beckoning to mine. And he shifts his body in a way that makes me fall against his chest.
It’s heaven. It’s amazing. It’s everything I’ve been missing. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and tilt my head to make our connection even more perfect.
It wasn’t bluster when Mac insisted he was still in charge. As our kiss deepens, my thinking goes fuzzy. I let his bossy tongue rule mine. His kisses roll together like waves on the beach, and I can’t find the willpower to pull back or stop.
Then he lifts his hips off the bed, showing me exactly how much he wants me. I’m suspended on his tight body. And there’s a very ambitious erection between my legs. We grind into deeper, hotter kisses.
I moan against his mouth.
“Unzip me,” he barks. “Do it now.”
And I don’t think:hey, I’m in charge. I think:yay, unzipping!But whatever. He can win on this point. It’s a crime he’s wearing that T-shirt, too. I don’t think I’m strong enough to tear it off his body.
But there are other pleasures. I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around his girth.
“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “More. Tighter. Taste me.”
Again, I do not play it cool. I lean down and take his tip against my tongue. And then I moan at the first salty-clean taste of his skin.
There’s a clang of metal against metal. “Fuck. I want my hands in your hair.”
I moan, because that sounds pretty good. Those cuffs are starting to be a drag.
“Suck it,” he whispers. “Show me your pretty eyes.”
I raise my head a few degrees until our gazes lock. And his expression goes from hot to warm and sweet.
“Love you,” he says. The words just roll off his tongue. “Can’t wait to show you how much. Now lose that leather. It’ll probably show up in my dreams later anyhow. But right now it’s in my way.”
I’m unzipping it three seconds later.
“Good girl. You’re going to have to find a condom. And untie all those laces across your tits.”
You know what? Sex is more fun when nobody is chained to the bed. Or maybe it’s just a matter of getting naked first. I’ll have to find out some other time, though. “Where’s the key, Mac?”
“What key?” He laughs. “It’s on the dresser.”
I pounce on it. In order to free Mac, I have to climb into his lap, stick my chest in his face and reach for his hands.
“Oooh, stay right there,” he says, kissing my cleavage.
“Oh, man.” I close my eyes a moment as his lips graze the swells of my breasts. “You’d better cut that out, though. If I drop this key behind the bed, we’ll have issues.”
