He wrinkles his nose. “Do you think Rufus and Halle will have finished by now?”
I laugh, throwing my head back. “I hope so. If not, we can grab a condom and lube and come back out here. The first time I frotted a guy was on that jetty.”
“I remember. I think somewhere more comfortable would be better for your first time, though.”
“Hopefully, they’ve worn each other out and are sleeping.”
Kian raises his hand, fingers crossed.
We swim to the jetty, haul ourselves out of the water, and rub ourselves with the towels. We don’t bother getting dressed. Instead, we wrap towels around our waists and put our shoes on. The view takes my breath away all over again. The lake, the moon, the stars, the darkness. It’s majestic. I gasp. I know what I want as my cover-up tattoo. The thought burns itself into my heart. It will be perfect.
“Everything okay?” Kian runs his palm over my chest.
“Yes. Wonderful.” I turn and kiss him. “Let’s go.”
We carry our clothes to the house. When we get there, we stand just inside the front door, listening.
“I don’t hear anything,” Kian whispers.
“Nor do I.”
“Do you think they’re asleep?”
I nod. At least, I hope they are.
We tiptoe upstairs, then pause to listen out once more. Nothing but the sound of our breathing. We creep down the hallway to our room, slip inside, and close the door. I stand still and stare at the bed. My chest is tight and light at the same time. It’s an odd sensation.
“Hey.” Kian slips his fingers through mine.
“Hi.”
“I’ll take care of you. If you still want me to top you.”
“I do.” I squeeze his hand. “I want to show you how much I trust you.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Maybe not. But I do have something to prove to myself.” I glance around the room. “Did you bring the handcuffs?”
“Yes. Why?”
I take a breath. “Would you use them on me?”
Kian’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Handcuff me to the bed. Make love to me. I want to surrender myself to you completely. I want to put all my trust in you. All of it.”
He shivers. “That’s hot.”
I kiss him. “Will you?”
“If it’s what you want, yes.”
“Do you want to make love like that?”
“Yes.” He licks his lips. “But you have to tell me if you want out of the handcuffs.”
“I will.”
