Silence.
“Evan?”
“Yes, blindfold me.”
She closed her eyes and he covered them in the soft cloth and tied it behind her head. Then, he kissed her, while his tongue tenderly teased her mouth.
Her breath hitched and he waited until she got it under control again. Then, he ran his hands down her arms and lifted her hands to his mouth. One by one, he kissed her fingertips, sending mini explosions bursting through her.
In the past, he’d run a crop or a feather across her skin, but tonight his fingers were his instruments. She smiled. His large, talented hands were one of his greatest gifts and her body bowed to his every caress.
He circled her, stopping behind her to massage her shoulders and stroke her back. Up and down, up and down. The tight muscles running the length of her torso loosened their vise grip and she sighed.
“Much better. How are you doing?”
“Good, sir.”
She was desperate for his mouth on hers and for him to take her in his arms. She needed him to caress her ass, lick her clit, finger her, and make her come, again and again. But she would have to wait for those treats and hope he doled them out at all.
With a gentle hand, he moved her hair, kissed each shoulder blade. She relished how his mouth hovered over her skin, the tiniest sound escaping his lips. She wanted to rip off the blindfold and watch him in the mirror. But she could imagine his perfect form as he continued pampering her.
Reaching around, he caressed her chest and abdomen, but refused to touch her aching nipples. Depriving her of what she needed both riled and aroused her. When he glided over her pussy to stroke the insides of her thighs, she shuddered in a breath.
“You stopped waxing.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I like you with pussy hair. Very sexy.”
“Mmm.” She relaxed further. “Thank you, Sinclair.”
He dotted her shoulders with gentle kisses. “I feel your tension slipping away.”
While her insides continued to throb, her trust in him remained that one constant. Because of that, she would relinquish complete control. When that happened, he could relax her to the point of orgasm, yet make her believe it was all her. But Evangeline knew better. This was theonlyman she’d ever known who had this strong of an effect on her—both mentally and physically.
“Time to lie on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
He scooped her in his arms, took several steps, and lowered her onto the cool sheets.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
When she did, he secured both wrists to the bedposts using Velcro straps. “By not being able to see me or touch me—”
“I’ll focus on me.”
“Very good.” She could hear the approval in his voice. “Bend your knees,” he murmured. “Open yourself to me.”
She did as he instructed. Now, she was totally vulnerable, and quivering for his touch. He grew silent. Though she listened to his steady breathing, hers had gotten away from her again.
He climbed onto the bed.
Please, please go inside me.
The second he kissed her she arched up toward him. “Relax,Evangeline.”
A groan gushed out of her. She loved the grit in his voice, the sensual way he’d whispered her full name. That simple utterance rocked her to her core as emotion flooded her heart.
