A few seconds passed before he answered.
“Yeah,” he uttered. His eyes searched mine. “Every time you do that, it makes me want you more.”
“Do what?”
“See me,” he answered softly, before pressing his lips against my forehead and then against my lips.
Pulling out of the kiss, I stared into his brown eyes and felt a stirring within me. His sincerity and earnestness always managed to soothe my mind, endear my heart, and set my body on fire.
“I…”
Say it now, I encouraged myself.Tell him how you feel.
Cupping my cheeks, he searched my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
And it wasn’t just my body talking—I meant it. I trusted him. I’d trusted him since the day I decided to climb into his SUV and let him drive me to a different town twenty-four hours after we’d met.
“Come here,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and leading me back inside.
As soon as we made it down the steps, he spun me around and covered my mouth with his. He guided us down the hall to his bedroom with our lips engaged and our tongues caressing. He backed me into a wall and kissed me harder, his dick pressing against me.
I quivered with want.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, he stripped me out of my tennis dress and unhooked my bra. As he pulled the straps from my arms, desire and lust flashed in his eyes. As I stood before him in just my G-string and sneakers, he made me feel so incredibly sexy.
“I love when you look at me like that,” I murmured.
He pulled the shirt from his body and tossed it in the pile with my belongings. “Like what?”
“Like… you want me.”
Under his gaze, he had me discombobulated. To say that he looked at me like he wanted me was the most simplistic way for me to describe it. Because it was more than just him wanting and desiring me. It was him seeing and understanding me. It was him getting me. It was him knowing what I wanted and what I needed in the moment. It was him needing me in the same capacity that I needed him.
But what’s the word for that?
His eyes swept up and down my body before he met my gaze. “I do want you.”
“Good. I want you, too.”
I gasped when he scooped me in his arms and his bare chest met mine. It was like our bodies were charged and the electricity between us was crackling.
“Do you remember me telling you what I wanted to do to you?” he asked as he set me on my feet in front of his bed. Leaning down, he rested his hands on my hips and his lips against the shell of my ear. “What I’ve thought about doing to you since I laid eyes on you.”
My breathing hitched. “You want to tie me up.”
His eyes were trained on me. “Yes. I do.” His hands ran up my sides, over my breasts, and around my neck. “If you’ll let me… If you want me to.”
“Yes.”
Squeezing my throat slightly, he licked his lips. “Say it.”
“I want you to tie me up.”
“Good,” he breathed, sliding his hands down my breasts, over my belly. When he got to my hips, he ran his fingertips along the waistband of my G-string before cupping my ass. He pulled me firmly into the bulge in his shorts. “Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I want you.”
“Yes, please,” I murmured.
