She nodded jerkily. “You know I can. I explained it to you.” Why did that suddenly sound like a lie?
“Then there’s something you should know before we do this.”
Oh Lord, she thought.Here it comes.This was the part where he confessed to having a bad case of genital warts, or to only liking analsex, or to wanting to wear her panties on his head while they were doing it.
“I can be…demandingin the bedroom,” he said, and she released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“Oh-kay?” She’d meant it to be a statement. It came out as a question. “Meaning…what? You give instructions or—”
“I like to be in control,” he told her, still hovering close. Still looking at herlike kissing her was the only thing he could think of doing, and holding back was stretching his willpower to the breaking point.
“And what doesthatmean?” Visions of the red room of pain, of whips and chains and spikes and ball gags circled around inside her head and splashed a cold glass of water on her ardor.
She knew a lot of women found that whole Fifty Shades thing sexy. But shepreferred her pleasure to come with a side ofmorepleasure. Pain was for gym workouts and mornings after too much booze, thank you very much.
“It means that, yes, sometimes I give instructions. But it also means that I like to have a woman at my mercy.”
Her chin jerked back until her head butted against the door. “Okay, bucko. Time to stop beating around the bush and shoot me the straightskinny. Are you saying you wanna whip me? Gag me? Put clamps on my nipples and drag me around by my—”
He silenced her with a kiss that was as short as it was eye-crossingly hot.
“None of that,” he whispered against her lips. “You don’t mix business with pleasure. I don’t mix pleasure with pain.”
“Well, thank God for that.”
“But I do fancy a bit of bondage,” he said, and it feltlike a hot, hard knot tightened inside her womb. “I like to tie a woman up. It turns me on knowing she is helpless to withstand the pleasure I give her.”
“Oh-kay.” This time itwasa statement.
“I’m hardly saying I need to do it every time. But sometimes, it’s all I want, yeah? Will you be okay with that?” He ducked his chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Some women don’t enjoy feelingthat vulnerable. They aren’t keen on giving up control. They don’t trust enough to—”
“I’m fine with it,” she said. Or ratherpanted.
She had never been tied up before, but she’d fantasized about it plenty. In fact, it was herfavoritefantasy.
In her job and in her life, it always fell onherto take care of things, to be in charge and make sure everything ran smoothly. The thoughtof letting someoneelseshoulder the burden and take the lead, the thought of…letting gowas incredibly freeing. And incrediblyerotic.
A smile slowly stretched his delectable mouth. “You’re certain?”
“Stop talking now.” She fisted a hand in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss.
He didn’t resist, taking possession of her lips in a way that had goose bumps breaking out over everyinch of her skin. Cupping her face, he angled her head this way and that until she was dizzy with the suction of his mouth, with the soft, slow dip and retreat of his skilled tongue.
When her treacherous knees started shaking again, threatening to stop doing their damn job, he seemed to know. He palmed the back of her thigh and hooked her leg around his waist. And then…
Oh, and then shelost her flippin’ mind because he rubbed himself against her. Christian Watson rubbed hisdickagainst her. And it was hard. And it was big. And it made heat and moisture slick her panties.
The friction was so good. Better than good, in fact. It was totally amazeballs. And if he kept it up, she would c—
He grabbed her other leg, hooking it around his waist before spinning her away fromthe door. She thought he was walking them toward the bed, which was why she was so confused when he set her on her feet beside one of the windows. She grumbled her displeasure when he stopped kissing her. That is, until she saw his intent.
He reached for the chenille rope that held one side of the velvet, buttercup-yellow curtains back.
“Provisions,” he said after he’d untied the lengthof rope and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans.
To her utter dismay, a giggle of delight burbled from the back of her throat. An actualgiggle. For Pete’s sake, she wasnota woman who giggled.
Christian lifted a brow, studying her. “Youlikethe thought of being tied up, don’t you?”
