She shuddered as she turned to wrap her arms around me. Rising, she kissed me lightly. “I trust you.” Those three words meant almost as much to me as I love you. Maybe more. “I want this. I want you.”
Cupping the back of her neck, I slid my hand up into her hair, and she went boneless, relaxing into my hand as if I’d asked for the surrender. She offered it up so easily and without hesitation.
“Strip for me?”
Not taking her gaze off me, she pushed her shorts down and then tugged the sleep shirt off over her head. We’d all showered and changed when we got back. Her skin had this golden burnished look to it from the sun, save for the fainter tan around her breasts and then the paler strip along her pubic bone where the bikini covered her.
She’d trimmed all the way down for the trip, not that anyone had asked her to. The thin strip of soft golden hair that matched her head arrowed straight toward her pussy, and I had to ground myself to keep from stroking it.
Bikini lines was all she’d said, but if Rachel took her to get waxed, she’d kept that to herself. It had better have been a woman, and if it hadn’t been, I needed to not ever know.
Boxing away that thought, I didn’t worry about it. Frankie was comfortable, and that was the important part. I opened the door for her, and she stepped inside slowly, her breath caught before she’d taken more than a couple of steps. I let her absorb the view while I leaned in the doorway, enjoying my own.
The doors were open on either side, letting a breeze flow in. It ruffled the sheers. There were no lights save for the tiki torches along the balcony that flickered in the wind. The scents of ocean breeze and dry rainforest around us on the island, including flora I didn’t even have names for, filled the air. Pillows lined the floor, along with a couple of thicker throws to keep her legs comfortable if she had to kneel for a while.
With a sigh, she moved toward the pillows I’d stacked and turned to face me before she went down on her knees. The breeze stirred up her hair, and it slid over her skin, caressing it like I wanted to.
“Close your eyes,” I told her, and she locked her gaze on me for a long heartbeat before her lashes fluttered shut. The inescapable trust flooded me with so much pride and affection. “I love you, Angel.”
The corners of her mouth curved a little higher. She mouthed the words ‘I love you too’ without giving them voice. Not testing her limits or boundaries.
“While I adore this, I do miss my little brat too.”
A giggle escaped her, and she dared one eye open to look at me, and I sighed at the pure mischief in her expression.
“But that’s part of your plan—make me miss it so I’ll savor it all the more when it returns.”
I wasn’t wrong, and she rested her hands on her thighs, legs apart so I had a perfect view of her pink pussy. It glistened in the light. There was even a hint of moisture on her thighs. She was already turned on.
Good.
When her eyes closed again, I picked up her clothes before I stepped into the room and closed the door. I could lock it, but I trusted the guys. They hadn’t been invited, and they wouldn’t intrude…
Then Jake’s words from a few months earlier swirled up. An unlocked door was an invitation. I locked it before continuing to the bed where I’d left my surprise. I stripped out of my T-shirt and left it on the corner of the bed, folded neatly with hers. Uncovering the bamboo silk ropes I’d brought just for the occasion, I eyed the two lengths. One was red and the other blue.
A glance back at Frankie showed her sitting patiently, eyes closed, and head tilted up as though appreciating the breeze stroking over her skin. The blue was a little heavier than the red. This was more about sensation than true restraint tonight.
I wanted to practice the knotting on her, for the first time, without an audience. I’d discussed this at length with Lyssa and Richard. As long as I monitored her pulse and breathing and didn’t let her sub drop too far, we would be fine.
Closing the distance to her, I knelt down in front of her. With a light hand, I shaped it over her hair as though stroking it and carefully brushed it away from her face. “How are you feeling, Angel?”
“Loved,” she whispered.
Holy hell.
I set the rope aside, then cupped her face and kissed the hell out of her. Her mouth opened to me as I swept my tongue in to taste her. Frankie leaned into the kiss, taking and giving in equal measure. While I might control the kiss, she refused nothing and offered everything. I could drown in the taste of her, fuck, part of me just wanted to lay her back and make love to her for hours.
Restraint.
Who knew she would challenge me constantly on that level? Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers and enjoyed the fact her breathing came in quick little gasps, much like my own. With one hand, I reached for the rope and kept her still with my forehead pressed to hers.
“Do you know why I asked you to not drink tonight?”
Her teeth scraped over the pink of her lower lip, flushing it a deeper red for a moment before she said, “I know I was hoping we would play more, but I didn’t want to ask.”
“Because you’re my beautiful, wonderful, and very sweet good girl.” Mine.
She sighed. “Yes.”
I ran the rope up and down her arm, stroking her skin and enjoying the
