Page 78 of Restraint


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He tilts his head to the side. “I’ve tried to give you space. I’ve gone out of my fucking way to make sure you don’t think I asked you here so that I can have sex with you.”

“I noticed.”

He almost grins.Almost. “And then I catch you in my sauna thinking you’re going to touch yourself with me right here.”

I lift my head off the blankets. “Because you won’t.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I most definitely will.”

My head hits the blanket as he shows me the tie he had on earlier clenched in one of his large fists.

“Give me your hands,” he demands.

“What for?”

He sits beside me. Women would pay big money to watch his muscles flex like this.

He takes my hands and jerks them above my head. The silk slips across my wrists. In a moment, they’re pulled together and bound.

My blood pressure spikes as my heart pounds inside my body. I’m not sure if I like this or if I don’t.

But I am sure of one thing:I trust him.

The realization takes me out of the moment as I process it.

Only one person has ever tried to do something like this to me, and I laughed in his face. But with Holt, it’s hot. It’s safe. And as he springs off the bed and rustles around a drawer, I don’t have any reservations at all except I wish he’d hurry.

I squirm. “What are you doing now?”

“Finding a condom.”

“Good plan, good plan.”

He grins at me over his shoulder. “One of us has to think.”

“Hey, I’m thinking. I’ve been thinking. I thought out an entire plan.”

Kind of.

If he tries to keep me from hearing his chuckle, he fails.

He turns toward the bed and makes his way to me. He climbs on the mattress and stops between my legs.

I pant as he intentionally doesn’t touch me. “Holt, come on.”

I try to reach him with my foot, but he pulls away with the dirtiest, sexiest grin.

“Your hands are up there for a reason,” he says. “So you can’t touch me. Or yourself.”

“Holt …”

“I mean it,” he says, his eyes smoldering. “If you touch me, I’ll stop.”

“You can’t stop if you don’t start,” I say, wiggling around again.

He places a hand on my stomach to hold me in place. “Bend your knees.”

I do as instructed.