Try him.
She swallowed and got to her feet. Eyeing her expectantly, Brody let go of his cock and leaned his head against both hands.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Promise not to laugh?”
“I won’t laugh. Scout’s honor.” He held up his fingers in a sign that she was fairly certain did not belong to the Boy Scouts, but hell, at least he’d promised.
She took a breath, held it, then released it at the same time she blurted out the words. “I’ve always wanted to tie a man to my bed.”
He laughed softly.
“Hey!” Heat seared her cheeks. “You promised.”
“I’m not laughing at the request,” he said quickly. “You just took me by surprise.”
Relief washed over her, dimming her humiliation. “You’re into it?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m into it.”
Her focus dropped to his groin, which confirmed his admission. He was thick and hard, a sight that caused every last drop of hesitation and embarrassment to drain from her body. That spot between her legs began to ache, pushing her to action.
“Keep your arms just like that,” she ordered, drifting toward the walk-in closet. She grabbed what she needed from the top drawer of the built-in dresser and sauntered over to the bed.
Brody looked at the sheer pantyhose in her hands and grinned. “No fuzzy pink handcuffs?”
“Sorry, I left them in California.”
“Damn.”
Laughing, she looped the pantyhose around his wrists, brushing her fingers over the calluses on his palm. His hands were so strong, fingers long and tapered.
“Gentle,” he warned when she lifted his arms over his head. He nodded to his left side. “Ribs are still sore from last night.”
Her gaze lowered. She didn’t see any bruising, but she noted the way he winced when she lightly pressed her palm to his rib cage. “Should we stop?” she fretted.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
A smile tickled her lips. “You sure?”
“Positive. Keep going, baby.”
A thrill shot through her as she tied those sturdy hands to the headboard. That he let her do it, without moving, without complaining, only deepened the thrill.
She liked it, this feeling of control, something she’d never really felt in the bedroom before. She was all about control when it came to her life, her job, her goals. But sex? Not so much.
With Brody, she was discovering a part of herself she’d denied for a long time. That first night when she’d propositioned him. Then letting him touch her in a public bar. Now tying him to her bed...
How the hell had he managed to unleash this side of her?
“So what now?” he said hoarsely. “How does this bondage fantasy of yours play out?”
“Well, the fantasy includes some payback, actually.” She made sure his hands were secure, then straddled him, still fully clothed. “You tortured me last week, Brody.”
“You seemed to enjoy it.”
“But you enjoyed it, too, didn’t you? You loved having that control over me, driving me wild with your fingers and knowing I wasn’t going to fight it.” She arched one eyebrow. “It’s my turn.”
He tested the bindings. The headboard shook. “I could easily get out of this position, you know.”
“But you won’t.”
“You sound sure of that.”
She bent down and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then licked her way to his earlobe and bit it. He shuddered, his cock jutting against her pelvis.
“You’re dying for it,” she mocked.
A crooked smile stretched across his mouth. “Do people out on the west coast know how evil you are?”
“They don’t have a clue,” she said with a self-deprecating sigh.
He laughed. The desire and awe dancing in his eyes sent a wave of confidence rushing through her. Brody made her feel like she could do anything she wanted, be anyone she wanted, confess to any naughty longing she wanted, and he wouldn’t judge her.
“Well, it’s your turn,” Brody reminded her. “Let’s see what you’ve got. I warn you, I don’t lose control easily.”
“We’ll see about that.”
