"I won't tell if you won't."
He led her to the bedroom, which had even more LED candles surrounding a huge, four-poster bed. An open bottle of wine sat on the side table. And black cords were tied to each post.
Shelby licked her lips, her already over-aware body kicking into a higher gear.
"I want you at my mercy tonight, baby," he said, sliding the coat off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
"I always am," she whispered as she lifted her arms, letting him pull off her sweater, leaving her only in her skirt, tank top, and boots.
He stood back, looking at her. "You're so beautiful."
She met his eyes, and the rush of desire she felt for this man almost knocked her over. She'd never felt particularly beautiful, but she knew he saw her that way. Just like she saw the man beneath the wacky banter. "I love you, Nolan," she said, and saw the answering adoration in his eyes.
Then the corner of his mouth quirked up. "None of that sappy romantic stuff yet. We're starting with wild, baby. We're starting with me undressing you, then making you come like you've never come before." His hands went to the hem of her tank and he pulled it up over her head, revealing her breasts, now heavy with desire, her nipples as hard as stones. "After I make you shatter, then you can tell me you love me."
"Deal," she said, wanting to laugh, but unable to because his hands were on her breasts, and the way his thumbs were slowly teasing her nipples was making her crazy, stealing her breath and muddling her senses.
"Sit," he said, nodding to the bed, then bending to remove her boots when she complied.
She expected him to stand then, but instead, he took one foot in his hand and gently traced the curve. Thankfully, she wasn't ticklish--or maybe she was too turned on to be ticklish? Either way, the sensation didn't make her squirm. At least not in a bad way. Instead, it sent strands of pleasure coursing up her legs until her sex was throbbing and she was certain her panties were soaked.
She wanted him to slide his hands up, to follow the path of her bare leg until his fingers found her core. She wanted to feel him teasing her, she wanted his mouth on her. She craved his touch, his tongue, his cock. So far, though, he wasn't giving any of that to her. And she was just about to find the words to complain about that little oversight when he lifted her leg higher, then bent his mouth and gently lick
ed the tip of her toe.
Oh, holy hell--electricity danced up her leg, teasing her clit, and when he actually took her toe into his mouth and sucked, she arched back as waves of pleasure crested over her, tightening her nipples, settling at her sex. Ripples of pleasure spread through her, not quite an orgasm, but definitely a preview of coming attractions.
"Someone likes that." He'd tugged his mouth free, and she'd felt the tug deep in her core. Now he was kissing his way up her leg. Her calf. The curve of her knee. Her inner thigh.
She heard a little mewling noise, realized it came from her, and spread her legs as far as the skirt would let her. Pretty far, considering the knit stretched.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "But I want to see more. Scoot back. Lie down."
She did as he ordered, then laughed as he bent over her and kissed her bellybutton, just above the waistband of her skirt. But her laughter changed to a much more needy sound when he grasped the band and tugged it down.
"Up," he murmured, and she lifted her hips as he pulled the skirt and her underwear the rest of the way off. "Oh, baby, yes," he said, then drew his tongue all over her sex, from her clit to her core.
"Nolan, please." She wanted him inside her. Wanted her body to feel as full as her heart. Full of him.
"Patience, baby," he ordered, then slipped off the bed and peeled off his shirt. She watched, practically salivating. He had a gorgeous body, lean and strong. His sculpted abs and muscled arms showed that he worked out but he wasn't a gym rat. As far as she was concerned, that was perfect.
She waited, wanting to see the rest of him, but he foiled her by moving to the foot of the bed, then tying her ankle to the bedpost.
She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to say nothing as he moved to the other leg, then repeated the process.
With a wicked grin, she slid one hand between her legs and stroked herself, her fingers sliding on her wet, slick flesh and the swollen hood of her clit. She kept her eyes on his face, saw the way a muscle twitched in his cheek. "Maybe you shouldn't tie both my wrists," she whispered. "You like to watch, right?"
"I do indeed," he said, then very gently put his hand over hers. Together, they stroked her, touched her, and then he thrust inside her. One finger each, as she arched up, wanting more than just his fingers--or hers.
"But still..." he said, then took her free hand and bound it to a post. A moment later, he kissed her lightly, then ignored her protests when he took the other hand from her sex and bound that wrist, too.
"Meanie," she teased.
"Oh, I think I can change your mind about that." He shifted position, then kissed his way up her legs until his mouth was hot and demanding on her sex and his hands were sliding up her body to cup her breasts. Whatever smooth, slow strokes had been there when they'd touched her together were gone now. This was rough. Sucking, licking, even biting.
He was taking her high, pushing her to the edge, the intensity of his touch so much more vibrant when she was bound and unable to escape the full onslaught of his touch. So that with every lick of his tongue or scrape of his teeth, his fingers tightened on her nipples, bringing her entire body alive with passion, and there was no escaping the fire he'd sent to ravage through her.
"Nolan," she cried, arching back, silently demanding he suck harder, take her closer. Wanting him to squeeze her nipples. Wanting the pain to balance the pleasure. "Oh, please." She was close, so close, and just a little bit more and she'd reach the edge. She'd go over. And then she'd see the same stars that filled the sky outside the window.