“It’s for Hope and Levi. After the baby is born. A little gift to spice things up.”
His hands rub together with anticipation that makes me question my decision. “What happens in The Crimson Hollow, stays in The Crimson Hollow.” That smirk of his is back. “I don’t kiss and tell, but I do kiss a lot.”
I sigh. “We’re not kissing.”
He shrugs. “We’ll see by the end.”
Before I can stop myself, I hand him the box I’m clutching. “Okay, wise one. What’s your verdict?”
He turns it over like he’s critiquing fine art. “Not bad. But entry-level. But do you want something that’ll impress? Something that says you’re serious.”
“I want something that says I didn’t just blindly grab the first thing that wasn’t intimidating.”
All of it is intimidating.
He leans in like we were co-conspirators.
“Then start with this.” He passes me something sleek and black with far too many buttons. “Trust me.”
He has no idea how trusting a man is, so far from my realm, I don’t think it will ever be possible.
“How about a pair of silk restraints?” He grabs a box from the shelf. “Nothing too intense, but enough to get the blood pumping.” He shakes out a pair of soft material ties and drapes them over my palm.
His fingers brush against mine for a moment, rough, warm, and enough to make me notice.
Nothing.
I feel nothing.
Not a jolt of something.
Not a flinch.
Nothing that would end with him tying me up in these crimson pink silk restraints and taking full advantage of every way I know he’s capable of.
Damn.
Am I disappointed? A little bit. Maybe I have to be more open about trusting a man enough to open myself up to all these possibilities of deeper fun and pleasure.
Just for this week.
Just to finish my bucket list.
“Or are you lookin’ for something more adventurous?” His grin widens.
He’s taking way too much pleasure in playing the expert guide. But his shameless confidence makes the whole thing surprisingly more bearable.
And my desires for adventure behind closed doors run deep inside me. The more adventurous, the more turned on I am.
“A feather tickler. Tease before you please.” He runs it over my arm.
Quick, playful, and with another wink. The man is very good at making a woman feel at ease.
“Or a blindfold. Take away one sense, and it heightens the others. And if you’re feeling bold, a vibrating cock ring. Doubles the fun.”
He tosses one into my arms, and despite myself, I laugh. Before I know it, he has me cracking up in the middle of the most intimidating room in the world. He isn’t flirting. Not really. Just talking to me like a person with questions, not a bundle of nerves holding a clitoral stimulator—which I’m definitely buying.
“This.” He holds up a sleek, metallic instrument from a nearby shelf. “It’s a Wartenberg wheel.”
