“What does that mean?” I ask, feeling like the conversation keeps taking unexpected left-hand turns.
“You’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep a lot since that night. Moaning.” His voice sounds haunted, and I blush as I realize the misunderstanding.
“Miko, I’ve been dreaming about you,” I say pointedly. “About… the things I want you to do to me.” My eyes flick down to his lips, my heartbeat quickening, and I brush the pads of my fingers softly across them, aching to feel them between my thighs again.
“Oh,” he says, recognition dawning in his eyes.
“Yeah, oh,” I murmur, leaning into him as his arms wrap more snuggly around my hips. “So, I’ve been thinking. To avoid any unpleasant flashbacks, what if I tie you to the bed?”
One of Miko’s eyebrows slowly creeps up his forehead, his lips curving into a smile. “Oh?”
“That will ensure I have control over what happens and can take things at my pace—and you won’t need to worry about pushing me too far. I’ll know I can stop if anything feels like it’s too much.” I smile shyly, my nerves increasing when I think about taking the reins like that. It feels entirely too bold and completely outside my world of experience. But it couldn’t be as terrible as abstaining from sex like we have. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll even enjoy it,” I suggest, trying to talk up the idea with more confidence than I feel.
Amusement makes his lips twitch, and Miko presses a kiss to my stomach. “I think it’s adorable that you believe there’s even the slightest chance Iwouldn’tenjoy it,” he teases. “I’m in. Let’s try it.”
“Really?” I gasp, adrenaline flooding my veins now that it’s actually going to happen. My stomach tightens with excitement, my heart skipping several beats.
“Just tell me where you want me,” he growls, slowly rising to his feet. His eyes never leave me as he grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it up over the perfect contours of his body.
Christ, he’s sexier than any man has a right to be.
“On-on the bed,” I suggest, suddenly anxious.
“Pants on or off?”
Glancing down at his thick denim jeans, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to remove them by myself once he’s lying down. “Off,” I say, then I turn abruptly to head toward the bathroom for provisions.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I decide to strip before he’s watching me.
Then I slip into a silk robe, tying it around my waist before pulling a second belt from another robe and padding back into the bedroom.
“No strip tease for me?” Miko jokes from where he reclines against the headboard, his eyes dancing.
“Behave yourself,” I warn, pointing a finger at him. “Now, give me your wrist.”
He obeys immediately, extending his long, tattooed arm toward me as I stop beside the nightstand.
Taking the silk belt, I tie one end around his wrist, then fasten the other to the bedpost, checking to make sure it’s loose enough he won’t be uncomfortable.
“Very resourceful,” he observes, watching me with a wicked grin.
“Thank you,” I say with a slight curtsey. Then I slowly untie my robe, pointedly holding his gaze as I let the silk fall open.
Air hisses past Miko’s teeth as his eyes drop to take me in, and the hunger there makes me realize he’s been missing this as much as I have.
Heat pulses between my thighs at the thought, my excitement spiking.
Feeling daring, I climb onto the bed, straddling Miko’s waist before I ask for his other hand.
He gives it up without hesitation, his eyes lingering on my face as I tie my belt around his wrist.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he observes, shifting beneath me. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates through me.
“I’m not,” I confirm, heat climbing up my neck.
“And you’re already wet for me,” he says, his eyes darkening.
Leaning over him, I guide his hand up to tie it to the far bedpost.
