He tipped his chin at her. “You have way too much clothing on.”
She glanced down at herself as if suddenly realizing the same thing. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Shrugging, she sat back with a pointed look. “Hands behind your head. No funny business.”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her nose scrunched adorably as she watched him slowly raise his hands and interlace his fingers behind his head.
This is going to be torture.How was he supposed to sit still and watch Gia get undressed without touching her?
She leaned back on her heels, dropping the ties next to his hip, her arms crossed with hands fisting her top and pulling it over her head. He pouted when she only sat on his lap in her sports bra, refusing to remove any more clothing.
With a grin, she rolled her eyes in his direction. “Right arm, please.”
She circled his extended arm with her small hands before pulling it back to the headboard. He held it there while she wrapped the tie around his limb, forming a knot that would make any man proud and tightening it. He pulled on it twice, testing it, disappointed it would hold even as more pre-cum dribbled onto his stomach.
“Too tight?” Gia worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Not bad,” he purred.
“Now, left arm.” He obliged willingly.
He watched her secure him to the bedpost, her face scrunched in focus, a pink tongue peeking out from her lip. The only way he could get out of this was if she decided it was what she wanted.
He was completely at her mercy.
“How about a safe word?” Jake suggested as she sat back on her haunches and admired her work.
“Safe word?” she parroted.
“Yes. If it gets to be too much or if we need to take a break. No questions asked, just say the safe word,” Jake said.
He watched as her brows furrowed in thought.
“How about caterpillar?” she said, a smile in her voice.
“Caterpillar it is.” Jake tugged at the restraints, testing them.
A wicked gleam appeared in her eyes as she looked him over like a predator who finally had her prey exactly where she wanted him to be.
She stepped off the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled her leggings and panties down, kicking them to the side. Jake sucked in a breath when she pulled the sports bra off, leaving her breasts exposed, dusky nipples pebbled into erect tips, begging for his mouth.
His mouth watered, muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. Every nerve ending screamed at him to get to her. He let out a frustrated growl, fists clenching when he could not break free and reach her.
Gia was naked in his bedroom, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
“Uh-uh-uh.” She tsked, a finger wagging as if he were a misbehaving schoolboy. “That’s not how this is going to work.”
“Gia,” he groaned, pleading with her to change her mind.
“I need this, Jake.” Her somber tone cooled his libido, dumping a bucket of ice water over his raging hormones.
He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I know.”
She made her way back to him, and this time, he sighed when she sat on his lap. He was content to have her within touching distance, even if he couldn’t actually touch her.
Her hands came up first to touch his chest, fingers playing with the hair there before tugging on it. The sharp bite of pain made him jerk upward. Her pleased smile told him she was testing a theory, and she got her answer.
She braced her hands on his shoulders, leaning until she towered over him. One hand snaked into his hair, tugging his head back until she had him exactly where she wanted him. “Jake.”
