“Fuck, yeah. I might stay like this until I’m ready to fuck you again. It’ll save time.”
She giggles and lifts her arms from my neck, pushing her hands in my face. “Will you untie me first?”
I kiss her forehead before pulling out and sitting up. Grasping her chilled fingers knocks me out of my sex-trance. “Shit.” Not wanting to fuck around, I reach over and grab my knife, slicing the ribbon clean off her wrists. My hands work over her skin, kneading her fingers and palms. “Are you okay?”
“Just a little numb and tingly.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
Her brow creases and she wiggles her fingers. “I didn’t notice until just now.”
“Ribbon like that probably wasn’t the best thing to use. It tightened.”
“Well, you did fuck me pretty hard.” She laughs and presses her palms to the sides of my face, forcing me to look at her. “I’m fine.”
“Come here.” I roll down to the mattress, pulling her half on top of me. Her hot, damp center sears my leg, and my hand traces the curve of her shoulder down to her breasts. “This is what I need, Kady. When things are hard out there…or uncertain…I need to know I can come home to you and have this.”
“Hot sex and lots of orgasms? I guess I’m okay with that.”
My hand drops to her ass and squeezes. “Don’t forget your sassy little mouth.”
“Anywhere you want it,” she assures me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Our rumbling stomachs and the scent of barbeque finally pull us out of our borrowed room.
We run into Luck on our way into the main room. His lips turn up in a smile as he sweeps his gaze over us. I have a flash of guilt or panic that he knows exactly what we’ve been up to. Then I kick it away. So what?
“Glad to see you’re both still here,” he says.
Blaise greets him, and they talk in cryptic terms about our stay here. I’m too busy thinking about the things the girls said Luck was into to decipher their club-business talk. Luck teaches classes about tying people up. Could I go to something like that and not explode from embarrassment?
“You still have that workshop on Wednesday?” Blaise asks, grabbing my attention.
Luck’s mouth turns down. “I did. Apparently I’m out a model though.”
No wonder Luck seemed so disappointed when Amy said she was headed home. Disappointed or annoyed, it’s hard to tell.
He runs his gaze over me for a second. “Were both of you thinking of coming?”
“Yeah, I’d like to bring Kady.”
“I’ll waive the fee if I can borrow her for the demonstrations. You’ve seen how I do it.”
There’s probably something wrong with me, because the way the two of them are discussing using me as a model withoutaskingme, tingles all of my pleasure zones.
Blaise seems pleased or proud to show me off and I’m insanely turned on by that.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.” I answer when Luck finally turns my way. I can’t meet his eyes.
Luck reaches out, but before he touches me, raises an eyebrow at Blaise, who nods. He takes my arm, deftly moving and positioning me. “How flexible are you?” he asks, walking behind me and pinning my arms behind my back with one hand. He runs his other hand over my shoulders. “Does that hurt?”
“No, but I don’t think I could hold it for very long.”
He releases me. “It’s something she should work up to. But this is a beginner’s class, so I can do other simple poses with her. Bring her a little early, and I’ll go over everything with both of you so you’re comfortable.”
Luck’s deep, gravelly voice puts me at ease, and I can picture him being very good at giving lessons.
