David reached over her head and grabbed a pillow. With a brutal yank, he separated the pillow from the case.
“Lace your fingers.”
“How long?” she asked, doing as he'd instructed.
What was he going to do?
“Doesn't matter,” he mumbled and kissed her right calf.
“Two and a half years for me.”
His brows rose at her admission.
“Long story,” she added. Now wasn't the time or place to hear about her ex-lover and his drug abuse.
Leaning over her, David wrapped the pillow case around her wrists and tied a snug knot.
“Keep them there.”
“Not fair.”
He shrugged and closed his hands around her ankles where they dangled above his ears.
“First you drive me crazy with your lips, then that beard, and now you won't let me touch you. I'm starting to think you're a control freak.”
“Only where your pleasure is concerned.”
Sabrina shivered.
He looked deadly serious.
As if satisfied with her reaction, he slid his hands down her legs. Every touch made her want more. Every glance made her a little needier.
Adjusting his position, he trailed a finger down the inside of her left thigh and followed the path with his lips. He kissed the dimple that drove her crazy. No amount of cellulite cream or hours on the bike seemed to make it budge.
The fact that he loved the pesky imperfection made her throat squeeze and her eyes water.
She stared up at the unremarkable ceiling and fought for breath. When had it gotten so stuffy in here?
He teased her clit with the tip of his finger and her legs fell apart. Dipping his head, he blew a hot stream of air across her sensitive flesh.
It was as if he knew just how to touch her. How hard, how long, how fast to move his tongue.
Oh.
“Mmmm.”
His mouth did amazing things, things she hadn't even known was possible. Soon she was right back on top of the mountain, ready to shout for joy. Just as she was about to let go of a scream and leap over the edge, he backed away.
“No...”
“Yes.” She heard the smile in his voice.
Had he always been so contrary? She couldn't remember.
She squirmed beneath him and he slid a long, thick finger deep inside. Her wetness eased the way, but she quickly realized just how unprepared she was.
He'd been serious about making sure she was ready. A second finger joined the first and he nipped the skin between her pussy and her leg.
Her startled cry filled the air.
“Just breathe.”
Easier said than done. So much easier—
He scissored his fingers and thrust them in and out. It drove her crazy that she couldn't touch him. Was that why he'd tied her hands? To make her want him more?
She hadn't thought that was possible but as she tugged at the binding, she realized how much she wanted to cling to him.
“David—”
“Yes?”
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Payback is a bitch.”
Another laugh rumbled out of him and he gathered her clit between his lips, letting the vibration work its magic.
“Ahh.” Her head dropped back and thrashed against the bed.
He sent her hurtling back up the mountain.
“Please...” Was that her voice? She sounded so raw.
And desperate.
“David, please...” He had to let her come. Wasn't the third time supposed to be the charm.
“Are you ready?” His words were punctuated by a third finger working its way inside her.
“Yes!”
“For me?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” He kissed her mound, withdrew his fingers and then vaulted off the bed.
She had an impression of tightly coiled muscles as he rooted around a drawer across the room. Latching onto something, he turned back pegged her with a look that made her squirm. So predatory, so hungry.
For a moment she had the good sense to be a little terrified of him. Once again, she thought of the fact that she'd not seen him for fifteen years. And he was so big. So, so big. Powerful.
All her workouts at the gym didn't mean squat next to the strength coiled in those biceps.
He ripped open a packet and then rolled a condom down that magnificent shaft. Unable to help herself, she licked her lips.
She might not have seen him in forever, but she trusted him.
Her body trusted him.
That much was patently clear by the aching nipples and moisture dripping unashamedly on his bedding.
He stalked her with his eyes as he moved back to the bed.
A fresh wave of heat crashed over her skin.
He knelt between her thighs and guided his cock between her lower lips. She watched with fascination as this big, beautiful man, a man who'd once been her very best friend, concentrated on her. On her pleasure.
A few taps against her clit with the heavy head of his cock got her attention. She gasped, and he lined up the tip.
As he started to slide home, he leaned over and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Instinctively, her arms tried to close around him. She wanted to hold him, touch him, guide him closer.
“David—”
His eyes opened but he didn't let her breast slip from his lips.
“My hands. I need to touch you.”
As easy as you please, he reached above her head and undid the knot. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he sank deeper. Her body stretched to accommodate his girth and a second later he groaned.
Paradise.
His heat, the zesty scent of his soap wrapped around her and she sighed. For the first time in her life, she didn't even need a climax to be happy. Somehow, feeling his weight pressing her into the mattress, the feel of his thick cock filling her so completely, it was all so...
That was it.
She was complete.
For the first time in her thirty-three years, she felt whole.
“What's wrong?”
His deep voice startled her from her thoughts and she found him braced on his elbows, staring down at her. Concern etched between his brows. She reached up to sooth it.
“Not a thing in the world.”
She'd never been more serious in her life.
“Good.”
He ducked his head and claimed
