Page 129 of Down and Dirty

“And you must let me blindfold you.”

Silence was her only response.

Then, slowly, very slowly, he turned and gave her his hot regard. “Are you freakin’ for real?”

She tried to back away, humiliated.

“No, no, no! You don’t make that kind of offer to a guy, then back off.”

“Dost mean you would like… um, what I offered?”

His smile now was pure, unadulterated lustsome male. “Bondage? Baby, I’m game.”

And Britta wondered if she might have entered a trap of her own making.

Chapter 21

Beware of women with secrets…

Okay. So, Zach was lying on his bed, nude, his arms spread and tied to the headboard posts. There was a lamp lit in the room, but he couldn’t see it because a folded knit neck scarf covered his eyes.

This should have been Sexual Fantasy Number One, but it felt weird. Not that weird was bad. No. It was just that something felt odd with Britta.

But, hey, he was a guy. He wasn’t about to argue.

“If you’re not going to let me see you, or touch you, at least talk to me, honey.”

He felt the mattress move as Britta crawled up beside him.

“Have you taken off the frickin’ fur shroud?” he grumbled at her continuing silence. Was she looking at him, or what? If she was, he had a flagpole standing at attention, and growing, even as he thought about it.

“Yea, I have taken off the cloak… and everything else. I intend to make bold with you, knave.”

“Make bold, huh? Promises, promises.” He laughed, but she was quiet. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking. You are so beautiful.”

A certain part of his body nodded its thanks for the compliment.

She chuckled. “I want to touch you all over.”

“Feel free.”

“And I want to lick you all over, too. To see if you taste as good as I remember.”

“Holy crap, Britta. Keep that up, and the opera’s gonna be over before the fat lady sings.”

“Are you saying that I am fat?” There was genuine indignation in her voice.

“Are you kidding? You don’t have an ounce of fat on your body. It was a saying.”

Her fingers traced his mouth, and he latched onto one finger, sucking.

He felt her soft gasp of pleasure against his face as she replaced her fingers with her mouth. This he could handle blindfolded. Over and over, they shaped each other’s lips, relearning each other. Openmouthed, wet, tongues and teeth. They were both panting when she lifted her head.

“I like kissing you,” she said and moved downward. He could tell she was still kneeling at his side.

Her fingertips stroked his neck and shoulders and arms, then his nipples, which were supersensitive.