He grins. “No, I have so much more for you, but I need to finish my workout first.”
I roll my eyes. “Skipping is hardly a workout.”
He stops, and I almost kick myself for spoiling my own enjoyment. “Come here.”
I shake my head and lean back against the wall. “Oh, no. Please continue.”
“Honor, get your ass over here. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He doesn’t think I can skip? Idiot man. I place my cup on the floor and move to stand in front of him. He goes to hand me the handles. I shake my head. “You set the pace.”
“Tandem skipping? Sure you can keep up?”
“Only one way to find out.”
He starts slow, allowing me to find my rhythm. Then he speeds up, our chests brushing against each other. A bubble of laughter escapes my mouth as he sets a punishing speed. He halts the rope and stares at me with heat banked in his gaze.
“What?” I ask a little breathless.
“That’s your real laugh?”
“I guess.”
He backs me against the side of his car. “I want to hear it again.”
“It’s not real if it’s done on command.”
He sucks in a deep breath. “Trust me?”
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth. “Okay.”
He runs his hands down my arms and urges them behind my back. His mouth captures mine as he winds the skipping rope around my wrists. My heart skips a beat. Not out of fear, but excitement. There’s a massive difference in intention betweenGideon and Fox. Gideon was always making moves to manipulate and control. The domination was for his pleasure, while everything Fox does is for mine. I know he would halt everything he’s doing with one word—no matter what state we are in.
He opens the car door, yanks on the rope, then slams the door shut, trapping me against the car. He smirks down at me. “Now to find the bits that make you laugh.”
“What?” Laugh? That’s not where I thought this was going.
He peels the T-shirt up and tilts his head like he’s trying to decide something. “Can you handle being blindfolded?”
“So long as you talk to me, yes.”
He raises the bunched material and settles it across my eyes, drowning me in darkness. “What’s the important rule, Honor?”
“If I say stop, you will without question.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers skim my ribs, and my breathing stutters. Being robbed of my sight is heightening everything else. His lips blaze a path between my breasts before moving down and licking around my belly button, making me giggle as he unbuttons my jeans and peels them down my legs. A sound of frustration escapes me as he leaves them trapped around my ankles. He kisses along the edge of my panties until he gets to my hip bone, then scrapes his teeth over the hollow. I squirm and throw my head back, laughing as he finds my most ticklish spot.
“Fox, please.”
“I have to say, I rather enjoy it when you beg me, firecracker. I guess you gave me what I wanted, so I can return the favor.” He pushes my thighs apart and skims his fingers between my legs over my panties. I suck in a breath. “Are you sore?” he asks.
“A little.”
“I’ll be gentle.” He pushes his head between my thighs, his beard grazing the soft skin as he runs his tongue over the silk covering me. He groans. “You are already soaked. I can taste you through your panties.”
I toe off my Crocs, and he helps me out of my jeans and underwear. Then he buries his tongue inside me with no build up, and I am right on the edge of an orgasm in seconds. He hums as I clench around his tongue. He tears his head away and opens the car door, releasing me before picking me up and dropping me on the hood of his car. He presses me back and bound as I am, I’m helpless to do anything but submit to his demands.
