“You. How have you been single for so long?” I rest my hand on the back of his neck, playing with the long strands of his hair. “What skeletons aren’t you showing me?”
“No skeletons. You know not many people interest me.” His mouth is on my neck. His words are hot on my skin. “But you do. You’ve always interested me.”
“For a while now, right?” My skirt fans out around us, and he grips the hem. “Tell me about the first time you really noticed me.”
“Friends and Family night. Three years ago. You were in the middle of the ice doing some pretty spin, and I couldn’t look away. I didn’twantto look away, and it frustrated me to no end. I see plenty of women. Half of Liv’s teachers try to get my attention, but none of them have ever been able to have it. But you? You, Hannah Everett,” Brody grabs my chin, kissing me. “You havealwayshad my attention.”
“I’m here now.” I reach for my shirt, pulling it over my head to reveal a new lingerie set. “Why don’t you show me how much you’ve been paying attention to me.”
“Before we do that, I want to try something new with you,” he says, kissing down my chest. He sucks on my nipple over the fabric of my bra, and I wiggle my hips. “Something I mentioned the other night.”
“Does it have to do with my ass?” I hold his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed when he moves to my other breast. “I’d be interested in hearing more.”
“No, but we can table that for another day.” Brody lifts me off his lap, setting me on the couch. He stands, brushing his hand over the front of his jeans. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Okay.” I frown, not sure where this is going. I brush my hair out of my eyes while I wait for him to return, my frown deepening when I see his hand behind his back. “Should I be nervous?”
“You told me to put these to good use.” He holds up two of my long ribbons and stares at me. “What do you say?”
“Oh.” I blow out a breath, my heart thundering in my chest. “You want to tie me up.”
“Just your wrists.” He joins me on the couch again, running the ribbon along the back of my hand. “And only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“I’ve never done this before. But I’d like to try.” I touch the ends of the ribbon and nod. “Do you like to tie people up?”
“How honest do you want me to be with answering that question?”
“Honest.” My voice is a rasp. My hands are shaking. Anticipation swirls low in my belly, and I touch his chest. “I want to know.”
“I haven’t slept with many women, but I do like to tie people up. It comes from my desire to be in control. With you, I don’t mind handing that control over. Deep down though, there’s something inside me that likes to be in charge.” He kisses my collarbone, tongue swiping up my throat. “I like when people do what I say. I like when they listen to me. It’s why I enjoy coaching so much: I see it play out in real time when someone does what I ask. In the bedroom, it’s not necessarily a dominant and submissive thing. It’s the enjoyment of a partner handing over their trust to me. I get off without any of this stuff just fine, but it’s sexy as hell to watch, and I think I’d like to watch you.”
“I’m not very submissive,” I whisper. “I don’t want to follow orders in the bedroom.”
“You don’t have a submissive bone in your body, sweetheart, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I could try.” I reach for Brody’s shirt, tugging it over his head. I run my nails down the front of his bare chest then back up, moving to his shoulders. “I want to try. With you.”
“Are you sure? I already think sex with you is out of this world.”
“I’m positive.” I hold out my wrists, handing over control. “Tie me up, Brody.”
THIRTY
BRODY
“Do you still trust me?”I murmur in Hannah’s ear. I crowd her space, spinning her so she’s facing the arm of the couch and I’m behind her. I kiss the top of her spine. Below her ear after I take off her shirt. “Do you, Hannah?”
“With everything I have,” she says, watching with wonder as I reach around her.
I tie the ribbons together, making a longer strand that will fit her hands. I loop it carefully around her wrists, tying them together. I check the security of the knot, knowing she can release herself at any time with a quick pull.
“Give it a gentle tug and tell me how that feels,” I tell her. She lets out a soft gasp when the ribbons strain against her skin. “Too tight? Uncomfortable at all?”
“No.No. It feels… right?”
“Good.” I run my hand up her leg, finding the zipper of her skirt. “You’ll tell me if that changes?”
“All this talking.” Hannah drops her head, resting it in the crook of my shoulder. She arches her back, and the things I want to do to her tits would get me in a world of fucking trouble. “When you could be doing things that are far more fun. Make yourself useful, Brody.”
