The act shocks me as much as the pleasure, and I squeeze my legs together. He looks at me through those dark lashes while he examines every inch of my fingers with his tongue, and when he releases them, my breathing is uneven and my legs weaker than before.

He pulls my body against his. Whether he knows it or not, he’s holding me up. “Don’t do that again,” he says.

“What?” I’m not sure which part he didn’t like.

“Next time you touch yourself while sucking me off, you’d better be naked so I have a better view.”

* * *

Sam

I unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then I pull her tank top over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, and the sight of her in front of me in nothing but strappy black sandals and a black lace thong takes my breath. Her skin is this flawless ivory, except for the freckles that show up on her shoulders and chest in the summer. Her breasts are pert and perfect, with tight nipples I’m dying to taste.

I’m already too aware of the immediacy of our situation. I won’t let this be a repeat of the night at the Conrad, but there’s not enough time for what we really need. Soon, she’ll need to go home—or back to wherever she’s staying tonight. I can’t have someone see her leaving my house when I’m supposed to be marrying Sabrina.

Maybe that’s why I feel like I need at least an hour for each breast and another for each thigh before settling my mouth on her swollen pussy, where I think I need a day to taste her and suck her and make her scream.

When she touched herself while her mouth was around me . . . hell. I almost came the second she put her hand between her legs and moaned. I didn’t plan to let her finish me—not when she was fully dressed and so damn vulnerable. But then she did that, and I was lost.

I cup one of her breasts in my hand and then pinch her nipple. Her lips part and her eyes close. I slip her panties from her hips and hold her hand as she steps out of her shoes. She’d do anything I asked her to right now, and that makes my chest ache as much as it turns me on.

She owns me. And I need her to know it.

“Come with me, Rowdy.” I lead her into my bedroom by the hand. Taking her against the wall had been a mistake. I was too desperate for her. Too greedy.

It’s not a mistake I intend to repeat tonight.

When I grab a long, soft white rope from my dresser, she bites her lip and eyes it and me alternately. Then, as if something clicks in her mind, her gaze lands on the four-poster bed and her breath leaves her in a rush.

“What are you going to do?” I love that her voice is laced with excitement and curiosity, not fear.

“I bought this bed after Will and Cally’s wedding,” I confess. “I didn’t like the way those handcuffs cut into your wrists. And with all the posts and support . . .” I grin. “The possibilities.”

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ve never tied me up in it.”

I cup her face in my hand and turn her to look at me. “I’ve never tied up anyone else in it either. I couldn’t if I wanted to. Not when it was intended for you.” I slide my hand down her body, over her breasts and stomach, and finally between her thighs, where she’s already wet and swollen. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to go to sleep when I’m lying here thinking of all the things I want to do to you in this bed?”

“It would make a good fantasy.”

“You make the fantasy. The rest of it is just fun.” I toss the rope over the wooden bar that connects the posts at the head of the bed and climb on after it. I lie on my back, adjusting the rope so it’s even on both sides.

She climbs into bed after me, straddles my waist, and lets me bind her wrists. And when I tighten the long, free side of the rope, it pulls her arms over her head.

Her eyes go wide, but her breathing’s uneven and she’s so wet, I can feel it on my stomach. Fuck, I’m already hard again. I want to be inside her. But not yet. I’ve wanted this for too long.

I pull tighter on the rope, and she has to come further up my chest. “I want you to ride until you come.” I lift my hands to her breasts and skim my thumbs over her nipples. She’s so gorgeous like this. Arms bound over her head. Exposed to me. Giving me a trust I’m not even sure I deserve.

She tries to scoot backward. When the rope pulls tight, halting her progress, she squeaks. She’s too close to the head of the bed to straddle my hips. “I can’t reach.”

“You can reach just fine. I didn’t say I wanted you to ride my cock.”

Confusion masks her expression for a second, and then my meaning clicks. “Oh.”

“Come here.” I slide my hands behind her ass and nudge her closer to my face to make sure she understands what I want.

She moves forward hesitantly, and with every inch, I tighten the ropes so she can’t back up. When she gets to my chest, she has to reposition herself so she’s up on her knees instead of sitting.

“That’s one hell of a view,” I murmur as I guide her pussy the rest of the way to my face.

The first taste of her is heaven. Not just how fucking hot her position is, but the sounds she makes as I lick her. I knead her ass as I use my mouth to toy with her clit. Gripping her hips, I pull her close and lick, stroke, suck.

When she squirms like the pleasure and pressure are too much, I slide my tongue inside her, and she screams. As if too self-conscious, she whimpers and tries to back away, but I hold her still, pushing the boundaries of her pleasure until she surrenders to it. She rocks her hips. Once. Twice. A jerky third time. I’m relentless with my tongue and don’t back off until she’s fucking my face just like I wanted.