“Oh yes, Naomi.” His gaze drags over me, leaving heat in its wake. “Very much so.”
“All right then,” I say over the fluttering in my chest. It feels like a horde of butterflies is having a rave in my stomach. I’m forty, dammit. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I can get a hold of myself. “Your turn.”
With a grin he peels off his shirt, then spreads his arms. He’s a bronze giant, his muscles shimmering in the low light. He’s got muscles squeezed between his muscles. His abs have abs. It’s ridiculous. Ridiculously hot.
I can’t stop myself from walking up to him and running my hand over his carved chest. His breathing deepens and his pecs rise and fall under my palm. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur.
“So are you.” He cups the back of my head and leans down to kiss me. Warmth rolls over me as I lock lips with him. He tastes delicious. His tongue dips inside my mouth and my pussy clenches in response. The room spins away.
His fingers brush my back. When I break the kiss and step back, panting, my bra falls away. He undid the clasp while I was pressed against him, the clever trickster. My nipples tingle, desperate for his touch.
Before I can jump him, Danek turns me around and threads my arms through the lingerie top. He’s surprisingly gentle with the delicate black straps, nimbly twitching them into place. He spends extra time fiddling with the sheer triangles of fabric that cover my nipples.
“There,” he says finally and steps back. There’s a complex web of straps over my chest and stomach.
“Not bad.” I turn this way and that admiring the pattern. “What about panties?”
It takes a second for Danek to respond. His eyes have glazed over a little.
It’s a very flattering reaction. A thrill of excitement shoots through me. “Earth to Danek. Come in, please,” I singsong. He drags his gaze to my face. “Panties?” I ask sweetly.
He shakes his head. “You don’t need them.”
Typical male perspective. “All right then,” I say, calling his bluff. I step back and slide out of the rest of my clothes, including underwear. The strappy top I’m wearing comes down to hug my hips. The design frames my sex.
Oh my.
I’m flushing all over, but I fake confidence and strike a pose. “Like this?”
He doesn’t answer. He’s frozen, face blank. Ladies and gentlemen, Danek’s brain has left the building. And then he moves. With a growl, he pulls me forward. His hands glide over my back and he squeezes my bottom. I gasp at the surge of need in the pit of my belly.
I’m up on tiptoe, rubbing myself against him, when he steps back. Then he tugs the straps down so my arms are trapped.
“What are you doing?” I murmur. I could easily shrug off the makeshift bondage, but I’m curious about what he’ll do next.
“Whatever I want. Do you have a problem with that?”
He fiddles with the straps around my breasts again until I’m going crazy. Then he bends his head and swirls his tongue over the fabric covering my nipple.
“Not even a little,” I gasp. I groan and hang on to his broad shoulders, tugging him closer. He’s still kneading my bottom, hard enough to make my insides clench. I wish he’d touch my pussy.
He backs me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. I end up lying on my back with him over me, still teasing one nipple then the other through the silky fabric.
I try to hitch the straps aside and they won’t budge. “How the hell does this thing come off?”
Danek raises his head. His sly grin warns me he’s up to something. Ripples of excitement run through me.
“Like this.” He grabs the bottom of the strappy top and pulls it up. The lingerie slips off, but somehow my arms are caught in the binding, stretched up over my head. I struggle and the straps tighten. I’m caught. I laugh out loud. I feel so safe with Danek, it almost takes me by surprise. Almost. “This can’t be right,” I fake-grumble.
“It’s exactly right.” He smiles down at me. “I have you where I want you.” He goes back to kissing my nipples. Each pass of his lips makes my pussy ache.
“But I want to touch you,” I protest.
“Later.” His big hand grips the top of my thigh. His thumb is close to my pussy. I wriggle, trying to get him to touch me.
He squeezes my leg and a mini-shock of arousal detonates in my pussy. “Danek, I need you.”
“You have me. I’m right here.” He sucks hard on my nipple, grazing it with his teeth and soothing with his tongue.
Oh fuck. This is so good. “This isn’t fair,” I whine, though my words come out breathless.
“You can tie me up later.”
The image of Danek bound and at my mercy makes me still. “With this fabric?” I ask, intrigued. “Or with something sturdier?”
He grins at me. “We’ll think of something.” He goes back to sucking my nipples and squeezing my breasts, and then he begins to work his way down. Oh yes. Anticipation coils tight.
His lips graze my belly and his head dips lower.
“I—oh God—”
He’s kissing my mound and squeezing the tops of my thighs. My pussy tightens, ready for his touch. He rubs his face against my belly, breathing in my scent. He pushes my legs apart and stares at my wet entrance. Then he nips the inside of my thigh. Little pulses of pleasure explode through me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Do that again.”
“I’m just getting started.” Danek rises, making a lie of his words, leaving me on the bed with my bound arms above my head. I’m floating, too blissed out to realize what he’s doing. He returns the bed with a bottle and squeezes the contents onto his hands. A liquid of some sort. He puts his hands on me and they glide over my skin,
