I wanted him to know he deserved better. I wanted him to know that if I were someone else, I’d be his and I’d love him so good.
Running my hands up his chest, I traced the ridges of his collarbone, down the dip between his pecs, and trailed kisses on his back.
Reaching over, I pulled a silk paisley scarf off the coat hanger and brought it up to wrap around his eyes.
He inched away, trying to turn around, but I stopped him.
“What’s this for?” he demanded.
Every bruise on my body throbbed, and it took a moment to answer. “Rules,” was all I said.
He didn’t understand, but he didn’t argue, either. I tied the scarf around his eyes so he could face me and not see everything.
His breathing quickened as he lost sight of the world around him, and I turned him around, looking up at his face.
“Can you see anything?” I asked.
“No.”
Inching up on my tiptoes, I pressed myself into him, guiding his arms around my body and then wrapping mine around his neck. “And now?”
The corner of his lips lifted into a smile, his hands immediately roaming and taking hold of me. He ran his fingers all over my back, the pressure growing as he learned the terrain, and then he slid his hand up my stomach, taking one of my breasts in his palm as he leaned down and took my mouth with his.
I sucked in a breath, whimpering at the heat and nerves firing over every inch of my body. Lifting me off my feet, he moved over my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips,
and I groaned, feeling it down to my toes.
A sound pierced the air, but I barely noticed as I wrapped my legs around his waist, lost in his body.
His lips trailed to my neck, sucking, and I tightened my arms around him, trying to get closer and closer as I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Will…”
He squeezed my ass in both hands as I found his mouth again, almost too hungry to register the far-off sound when it happened again.
He bit my lips and slipped my glasses off my head, setting them on the table.
The sound—a ringing—perked my ears, and I finally blinked my eyes open.
My phone. I pulled away from his mouth, turning my head over my shoulder toward the kitchen, hearing the special ringtone I had designated for Martin.
Shit.
I tried to push Will away. “I have to answer it.”
“Don’t.”
He pulled me in tighter, kissing me softly as he rubbed his thumb around my nipple again and again.
“Please.” I moaned, not wanting to let him go. “It’s my brother.”
“And I’m your man now.” He took off the blindfold, looking up into my eyes. “And I’m asking you for tonight.”
He started to carry me up the stairs to my bedroom, but the phone rang again.
That was three times he’d called.
I squirmed out of Will’s hold, running back down the stairs. “If I don’t answer, he could come home to check on me. He could find you here.”