“You okay?”
Throwing caution to the wind, I give in to my urge and reach up to cup the back of his head and pull him down toward me. I kiss him, boldly and firmly. This is so not like me. I flirt and tease, sure, but I’m not brave enough to make the first move. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the fact that my mind doesn’t feel like a pressure cooker about to explode, but I feel brave right now.
I can tell Jayce is surprised by my kiss and he doesn’t move for several seconds, but then he pulls back, breaking the contact and gazing down at me with an unreadable expression. Oh, shit. Did I go too far? Did I let myself get confused by the peace and how comfortable we are with each other?
God, damn it! He was just being nice! I read this situation all wrong and now I’ve fucked up this situation like an idiot…
His gaze remains on me for several moments, curious at first, but then something shifts. Heat enters his eye and he suddenly tangles his fingers into my hair and yanks me toward him. His lips come crashing down on mine and I let out a small cry of surprise and delight. I grab the front of his shirt and cling to him as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. He takes total control, dominating the kiss, and heat explodes deep inside me. My pussy tingles then throbs, growing wet and needy in a matter of seconds. Jesus, it’s been so long since a man touched me, I’m soaking my panties with just a kiss.
Jayce pulls back again, tugging my hair when I instinctively try to follow and close the distance between us once again.
“We shouldn’t do this.” His voice is gravelly and layered with hunger. “It’s not a good idea.”
He’s probably right. We have all our common friends, and things in my life are so complicated right now. I should just get up and walk away before I get myself tangled up in another mess.
I don’t want to, though. I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to think about the possible consequences sex with Jayce Vaughn could have for me. All I want is to hang onto the quiet in my head and the comfort of his presence.
Curling my fingers more tightly into his shirt, I whisper, “Just for tonight.”
He releases a long breath and shakes his head. “Sutton, if you knew the things going through my mind right now that I wanted to do to you, you’d run.”
He might have meant those words as a threat, but I find them oddly titillating. What’s that mean? I wouldn’t be surprised if a guy like him has some secret kink—ways of achieving pleasurewhile working out the pent up frustrations from his day-to-day life.
Nibbling my lip, I murmur, “What if I run toward them, instead of away?”
He tenses and doesn’t say anything for several long moments. “Would you be willing to let me show you?”
I look up at him. Our eyes meet and he holds my gaze for several moments.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Do whatever you want to me.Iwant it.”
I don’t know what exactly he sees other than my blatant desire, but he presses his lips together and nods.
“All right.” He takes hold of my wrists and pulls my hands away from his shirt so he can stand. He offers me his hand and helps me to my feet as well. When I’m standing in front of him, he murmurs, “We’ll do it my way.”
Removing his tie, he slowly wraps it around my head, blindfolding me.
CHAPTER SIX: I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU
SUTTON
I’ve never been blindfoldedbefore, and it takes me a few seconds to relax once Jayce has secured his tie into a knot at the back of my head. I can’t see anything, but there’s something strangely soothing about that. It’s immediately clear that I am not in charge of this situation, but instead of panicking, I accept that — because Jayce is the one taking control. I doubt I’d feel so easygoing right now if it were anybody but him with me.
“This way.” He puts his arms around me and picks me up off the ground, cradling me against his chest. I gasp as he carries me like I weigh nothing. When he sets me back down, it’s on something wide and soft. I remember seeing a double chaise lounge by the pool, and I realize he’s laid me out on top of it. He lets me go and I lose sense of where he is, and at that, I do feel a small flare of panic, instinctively reaching out for him.
“Jayce…”
“Don’t move.” His voice is firm, but far from cold. I drop my arms to my sides and lie still, waiting for what he’ll do next.
“Do you really want this?” he asks.
I part my lips, surprised by the question. “Uh…yes, of course I do.”
“I need your clear consent that I have full control of this encounter.”
He speaks with confidence, it’s obvious he has more than a little experience with this.
“You have it,” I assure him in a breathy tone, my heart racing in anticipation. What exactly is he going to do to me?
