She flashed a triumphant smile. “Then what are we waiting for?”
He lifted her hips, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist.
Stepping toward a large bed covered with a dark blue comforter, he lowered her to sit on the edge.
A simple nightstand stood next to the headboard.
He pulled on the old-fashioned bronze handle and slid out the same pair of manacles.
“Hand them over.” There was a slight pause before he let them coil in her outstretched palm.
Sacha couldn’t contain her laughter.
His face was torn between desire and outrage, and she loved the idea of him relinquishing control.
“Now, now. Let’s see. What did you do to me that first night?” Still sitting on the bed, she grabbed his jacket lapels and steered him to sit beside her. “Ah, yes. Somehow, you snuck that blindfold on first.”
Mesmerized, his eyes followed the silky material sliding over her palms.
“You little thief.” His voice rose an octave. “How did you—”
“Uh uh, Mr. Wizard.” She pushed his torso until he lay on the bed, head cradled by an oversized, blue pillow. “It’s my turn to play the game.”
An audible swallow broke the silence, and his eyes trailed from her mouth to her hands.
She leaned in, unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it and the jacket from his body. The clothes fell to the floor without a backward glance.
Her tongue traced a path from his top lip to his chest, circling and licking each scar, then she slid a hand into his dress pants.
His skin was salty and smooth. With each lash, his muscles trembled and clenched.
“Don’t move.” She grinned, then used her tongue to flick a nipple.
A low snarl escaped his throat and he grabbed a fist of her hair. “Woman, I can’t control myself if you don’t stop.”
“Then let me help.” Her hand slapped a cuff on his wrist and attached it to the bedpost near his head.
Eyes wide, he started to lunge but then stopped when she slid her fingers lower into his pants.
“You have to pay to play, Fin.” She bound his other wrist and then refocused on sliding his shoes and the last bit of clothing away.
Oh my.She moved her gaze over his bare flesh and bit her bottom lip.God, he’s beautiful. He looks like a Greek statue, all chiseled stone and lean. And he’s not wearing anything under his pants.
“Uh, you don’t wear underwear?” A snicker curved her mouth.
“Don’t be daft.” His brow furrowed. “They’re barbaric torture devices.”
She flashed him an evil grin and slid lower.
“Sacha,” he breathed.
“Yes?” Her face was a couple of inches from his arousal.
She peeked through her lashes at him, the devious smile curving her lips. He smelled like musk and citrus.
“You didn’t just steal my ring that night, you stole my heart.” His scarlet gaze felt like a fire as it searched hers. “I love you.”
She was unable to breathe for a few seconds because her chest felt like it was about to explode. His speech made her feel like the most important person in the world, and she shimmied up his body to hold his face in her hands.
