“Do me a favor.” I sit up taller and she leans back in my lap to hold my stare, nodding. “Can you grab sports tape from my bathroom downstairs?”
“Like sports tape we use at the arena?” she asks, her brows furrowed.
“Yeah.”
She studies me curiously. “I don’t want you to tie me up …” Her voice trails off.
I brush the soft skin of her cheek. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. Your rules. Your pace. Your control.”
CHAPTER 22
LAINEY
My heart is hammeringin my chest as I quickly walk downstairs and dig my sports tape out of my work backpack before tiptoeing back up to Jensen.
Why is he doing this?
Deep down, I know why. To make me feel safe and comfortable after the time I freaked out when he touched my neck.
The air is hot and heavy as I reenter into the bedroom. My gaze is nervously locked on to the floor as I walk back over to Jensen and hand him the roll.
“Give me a hand?” he asks, wetting his lips.
I nod, feeling like a fish out of water.
He pulls himself backward on the bed with his arms, scooting until his back is against the headboard, his legs lying out to his sides.
The way he’s watching me makes me feel like I might actually combust.
“You should probably take that off first.” I tug on his sweatshirt, and he smirks.
“You just want to see me shirtless again.” He winks.
I mean, he’s not wrong.
“Like I said, you could use some more conditioning,” I tease him, and his eyes narrow sensually.
“Let me show you just how conditioned I am, even with a torn knee.” He adjusts his hips, and my core pools with desire.
Holding my gaze, he flicks his baseball cap to the ground and grabs the bottom of his sweatshirt and slowly lifts it off his bare torso, gradually exposing every thick ridge of muscle. Even when he sits at this angle, his abs are sharp and defined. He’s an alien—that has to be the only explanation.
Lifting it off his shoulders and head, I stop myself from drooling as I’m mesmerized by the curves of his arms and shoulders, toned to perfection.
“The look in your eyes makes me think you like exactly how fit I am.”
My gaze flicks up to his, and I swallow hard, having a hard time finding words to argue with him. “You know you’re hot, Jensen. I don’t want to make your ego any bigger.”
He blows out a quick breath. “That’s not the only thing you’re making bigger.”
My jaw unhinges when I hear him say all of the things I’ve imagined him saying to me when we were younger. I never really thought this day would come, especially after we parted ways after high school. But now I’m in his bed, and he’s asking me to tie him up. Dreams really do come true.
“Bind my wrists to the posts,” he orders me, and I snap out of my stupor, instantly following his instruction.
I wrap his wrists with the tape, trying to avoid the hairs as I secure his hands in place, one by one. “Are they too tight?”
“No,” he grunts. “They’re comfortable.”
He looks like a sacrifice with his arms pinned out at his sides, and I can’t believe that it’s all for me.
