“I’m not going to be gentle.”
She nods, once again inviting me in without a word. Her lips part, and I don’t wait for another sign before crashing my mouth to hers.
I devour her like a starving man. She gasps into my lips, and I reach my hands down to scoop her up around her ass. I set her down on the sink countertop. Something shatters on the tiles.
My mind is consumed with lust. She tastes like syrup, melting under me instantly. My dick is rock hard, pressing against her softness between her legs. She wraps them around my torso, still fisting my T-shirt. She pushes against me, and pain shoots through my cracked ribs.
“Careful, baby. I’m not exactly invincible right now.” I pull back to pepper kisses down her throat, wanting to taste every single inch of her. The rope I was holding is wrapped around my forearm.
“What happened?”
“Had a fight last night, remember?” I suck on her earlobe, wishing I could force myself to slow down and savor her. This might be the last time she lets me do this, and I want every second to count.
She pulls up on my shirt, trying to take it off me. I let her, wincing when I raise my arms.
“Oh my … Sam.” Her eyes are hazy with lust, lips pink and swollen from my rough kiss. She looks fucking delicious.
Her gaze trails over me. The bruises have darkened, especially around my rib cage.
“Do you need to see a doctor?” Her fingers are still gripping my T-shirt.
I shake my head before leaning forward and scooping her up off the counter. She yelps in surprise.
“Are you sure you should be carrying me right now? Does it hurt?”
I nod. “Worth it.”
I nuzzle her chest, nipping at her nipple through the fabric. She groans, clenching her legs tighter around me as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. Once we get inside, I toss her on the bed.
She scrambles up to a sitting position, eyes wild. Her ebony hair is a tangled mess around her shoulders. She’s still wearing my flannel. A possessive groan builds in my throat. I grab the rope that’s still hanging around my elbow.
“I need you to take off your pants for me.”
She watches my hands with rapt fascination as she peels her sweatpants down her thighs and kicks them off with her shoes. I start making a knot out of the end of the rope. She can’t peel her eyes away. After making the knot I want, I step toward her. She licks her lips, her body completely still as she waits for me. All except her bottom lip, which is still slightly trembling.
I kick my boots off and walk toward the post at the top left side of the bed.
“I need to use your words for this part, Baby Red. I need you to tell me if it gets too tight.”
She bobs her head.
“Say it out loud.”
“I’ll tell you if it gets too tight.” Her voice is quivering.
My dick is so hard that it’s painful against my zipper, but I manage to keep moving toward her exposed, tanned thighs.Ropes used for cattle roping are coarse and firm, and I don’t want to hurt her silky skin. I take the shirt she’s still holding, using it to wrap it around her wrists before I weave the rope around them.
She gasps when I tighten it, but doesn’t say anything. I create another loop a few feet above her wrists and wrap it around one of the cedar posts of my king-size bed. She’s tied up against the headboard, completely immobilized and at my mercy. Her thighs start shaking.
“Fuck, you look so good like that, Baby Red.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes for a second.
“We’re gonna use code words, okay? Green means go; red means stop.”
“But then … when you say red, what does that mean?” She whimpers out the words, struggling against the rope.
I let out a breathless laugh. “I don’t need code words; it’s all good for me when it comes to you. Spread your legs.”
