He considered his sudden epiphany longer. Yeah, he was pretty damn certain she had more going on inside than she let on.
Lindsay ran her hands along the bench. Her words pulled him from his musings. “This is perfect, just what I was hoping for.”
His cock throbbed as he gazed at her curvy body. There was absolutely no doubt he wanted her between the sheets, but he also wondered if there could be more between them than just physical act of sex. Damned if he didn’t want to find out.
And he knew of one way for him to do that. By helping her test out her bondage equipment. Because he suspected then and only then would he be able to strip away her layers and get her to open up to him, physically and emotionally, and in the process find out if they’d connect on a deeper level.
Lindsay swung her long leg to one side, stood, and began to slide the heavy bench under the window. “You think you can give me a hand with this?”
Getting right to the heart of the matter, he ignored her question and asked one of his own. “Why a BDSM room, Lindsay?”
“I thought it would be fun.” She hedged the real truth, he guessed.
“You’re a strong, take-charge kind of girl, but something tells me you’re not interested in dominating a guy.”
Task momentarily forgotten, she stood, rolled one shoulder, her voice casual. “I’m not.”
So his suspicions were right.
“You also don’t act like the kind of girl who’d want to give up control so easily.”
She angled her chin in defiance, her voice full of conviction. “I don’t.”
Brad shrugged, pushed off the doorframe and gripped the doorknob. “Exactly, so then why BDSM?” He presumed that giving up control was exactly what she wanted. He’d seen her with her friends, although only briefly, but enough to know that Lindsay always took care of everyone else, but maybe deep down she wanted to let go of that control and have someone else take the reins for a change.
Fortunately for him, this gave him the perfect opportunity to give her what she’d always wanted, and in the process break down her defenses and find out if they were destined to be together.
Flustered, she folded her arms. “Are you going to go all Dr. Phil on me or are you going to help me move this bench?”
He shut the door. Lindsay’s eyes widened at the sound of the lock clicking in place. He could almost see her body stir to life. Almost hear her mind reeling with possibilities.
“What—”
In two long strides he closed the distance between them and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh.”
He watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew, by the heated look in her eyes, her untamed passion and desires matched his. She wanted this as much as he did. No questions about it.
He gripped her slim waist and packaged her soft body against his. Christ, she felt so incredible in his arms, he could only imagine how wonderful she’d feel trapped between his legs. Nudging her feet with his, he backed her up until the rear of her knees hit the padded table. Eyes wide, questioning, her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.
He tugged her T-shirt out from her tight jeans. When his fingers connected with her soft skin, his brain nearly shut down. “I’m going to give you what you want, Lindsay.”
Her voice hitched, color bloomed high on her cheeks. “How do you know what I want?” He heard the intrigue in her voice and felt her hips push against him. It was a slight movement but hadn’t gone unnoticed.
He offered her a slow smile. “You’re going to have to trust me on that one.”
“I can’t possibly see—”
He pitched his voice low and demanded in a deep tone. “Take off your clothes. Nice and slow.” He touched her arm and felt her body shake with excitement.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Her voice betrayed her emotions. He could see the passion, the invitation building in her eyes.
He shook his head. “Not even for a minute.”
“Brad—”
“Take them off, Lindsay. Now. Nice and slow like I told you. If you don’t follow the rules, I’m afraid you’ll be punished.”
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, just to prove just how serious he was.
An edgy laugh morphed into a heated moan. He noted the way her legs wobbled. “Sweet mother of God,” she whispered under her breath. Then she starched her spine and met his glace. “What if I don’t want to?” Her voice lacked conviction. They both knew it.
He trailed his finger over her arm and felt the goose bumps on her flesh. “You do. Now take them off. Then I want you sprawled out on that bench. I want you naked, hot and wet, and begging me to fuck you.”
“Ohmigod,” he heard her gasp as his lips closed over hers for a deep, intense, mind-numbing kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her delicious mouth and spent a long moment just tasting her lush sweetness. Jesus, he wanted to devour her. All of her. Right now.
Lindsay inched back, her eyes clouded with emotion, her voice breathless. “This can only be about sex, Brad. Just to help ease the tension between us. Nothing more.”
“Naturally,” he agreed, lightheartedly, feeling anything but. He might have readily agreed with her, the truth was, he wanted to see where this led them. With that he gave her a gentle push.
Lindsay landed on the bench, her legs spread. Brad let out an agonized groan as his groin tightened and throbbed in heated anticipation. Jesus, he’d never felt such intense desire before. It took all his strength and willpower not to act on his natural urges and answer the demands of his body. At the moment he’d like nothing more than to strip her clothes off, spread her legs wide open and sink
