Laura inhaled, exhaled, willed herself to relax one muscle at a time. “Yes. Please.”
“Okay. I’m going to start touching you now.”
A whisper of sensation ran from her collarbone to her navel and back, so delicate and fast it was difficult to catalogue and identify. “Was that my imagination?”
“You look beautiful with your parted lips and loose hair, your bare breasts outlined by the ropes.”
A dart of movement across the fullness of one breast made her gasp. It was gone almost as it began. She smiled. “You make me feel beautiful.” Heck, he made her feel brave, as if she could do anything—even face her family with the truth. Hard to grasp, but she was sleeping with an O’Grady and enjoying the hell out of the experience.
The next touch was firmer and the smell… No, she wasn’t mistaken. “I can smell chocolate.”
“Clever girl.”
“I slept with the knives last night.”
“Huh?”
She could feel his gaze, his confusion. “I’m sharp,” she said.
He chuckled, a low masculine sound that revved her pulse rate. She wriggled her butt a fraction, a slow swivel from side to side. The scent of chocolate intensified and something brushed her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste.
“Stop. Do that again and I’ll spank you.”
“How?”
“Simple. I can change the ties in a matter of minutes and pink your delectable butt before you have time to say chocolate twice.”
She wished she could see his expression. The blindfold made her rely on her other senses to read him, the tone of his voice. “That sounds serious.”
“Shush, no more talking.”
The strokes across her torso, her ribs, her breasts were quicker now. More defined. A paint brush. That was what he was using, the bristles of a soft brush. Plus chocolate—the scent of cocoa was rich and almost as seductive as Dallas.
The quick strokes moved down her body, ran over her inner thighs and her hips then back up to her breasts until every part of her tingled with awareness and need. The sensations surfed her body to coalesce at her pussy. She could feel herself becoming damp with desire. One thing was sure—she was no longer cold.
“Can I take a photo of you?”
“For your eyes only?”
“Yeah, and you get to take one of me.”
“Sounds fair.” She liked the way he’d guessed her one objection and given her a way to counter her fears.
“Give me a sultry look.”
She did her best sultry and heard the faint click when he took a photo with his phone.
“Now the fun part,” he whispered next to her ear, and he kissed her—a lingering kiss with plenty of tongue. The taste of chocolate burst over her, plus the faint taste of whiskey. Irish, no doubt.
Taking his time, he licked patterns down her neck, giving her a hint of teeth at uneven intervals, keeping her off-balance. Her pulse rate, which had slowed until it felt as if she had syrup in her veins, resumed a choppier pace. He skimmed his lips over the curve of her breast, and she strained upward, fighting her ties, attempting to force her nipple into the heat of his mouth. She craved hard suction, but she didn’t receive the much desired attention.
“You look pretty with your hair mussed,” he whispered next to her ear.
The mattress moved as he shifted, and a frisson of awareness shot straight like an arrow striking a bull’s eye. He was watching her. She could feel his gaze stroking her face, her arms and legs. With her parted legs, he was probably studying her pussy. A burst of heat dive bombed her, striking her sex and radiating outward until the colorful shards exploded behind her closed eyes. Her breath caught, every sense on hyper alert.
A drift of sensation whispered over her hip, a shiver of pleasure. With her eyesight shrouded, she tried to imagine his expression, tried to imagine where he’d touch next, tried to imagine when he’d get to the good stuff.
He kissed her on her upper leg, his tongue snaked down the delicate skin of her inner thigh a few seconds later. This was liberating, she realized. Even with her arms and legs tied and her eyes covered, even bound and subject to his whims, being with Dallas freed her from expectations. She could cast her boring day aside, her problems and just be Laura. Let Dallas take responsibility for her pleasure.
