Colby’s hazel eyes homed in, appraising, appreciating. This was the first time he’d seen her bared like this, and somehow he made her feel completely comfortable. She pushed the dress down her hips and stepped out of the puddle of fabric.
Colby’s tongue darted out and touched his bottom lip, an unconscious gesture that made her go hot wondering what thought had crossed his mind. He cleared his throat. “Where’s the number?”
She swallowed, trying to find her voice. “I didn’t pick one.”
His brows lowered. “Why?”
“I appreciate what you were trying to do—giving me some shred of control to cling to. But that’s not what I want. I need this to be a little scary. I need my surrender to be real. I want to know I really did it.”
The flare of pleasure that flickered over his expression was a reward in and of itself. He shifted forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs and pinning her with his gaze. “No bunny slope for you, huh?”
She closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. “My whole life is made of baby steps and bunny slopes right now. I need a leap. And I feel like I can do that with you.”
He reached out for her, and she stepped between his spread knees. He took her hands and looked up, something she couldn’t pinpoint burning in his gaze. “I’m honored that you’re giving me that trust. Really. It means more than you know. I promise I won’t misuse it.”
For some reason, she wanted to cry, but she pressed her lips together and fought back the urge. She would not fall apart. Not before this happened.
He stood and put his hand at her waist, pulling her against him. His lips met hers with a hushed reverence at first, like they were sealing some agreement, and then the kiss turned hotter and more urgent. She could feel the muscles that had tensed from nerves loosening again and melting. His tongue stroked against hers, and as she latched onto his shirt, she could feel his erection hardening against her belly.
He groaned into the kiss and pulled away.
The quick break-off of the kiss startled her. “Everything okay?”
He gave a little laugh, sounding chagrined, and rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I’ve practiced this self-control thing a long damn time. But kissing you like that makes me feel like a teenager who just wants to get inside you. Right. This. Second. If I keep kissing you like that, I’ll end up pawing you like it’s prom night.”
She smiled and touched the band of his jeans. “I can help take the edge off. May I?”
She lowered to her knees.
“Aw, proper grammar and everything?” he said, cupping her head and rubbing a thumb over her bottom lip. “How can I resist such a polite request to suck my cock?”
Even the words had excitement pinging through her. She’d never been one to get overly enthusiastic about blow jobs, but something about Colby had had her craving that from the very start. She’d watched him get off that way from her perch at her window and had always loved how he looked when he gave himself over to the pleasure.
He reached for his belt and unfastened it, then pulled it out of the loops. “Give me your wrists.”
She lifted her arms to him, and he wrapped the belt around them with surprisingly efficient motions. When he was sure it was secure, he let her lower her bound hands to her lap.
He undid his fly and tucked his hand inside. When he freed his cock, putting it on proud display right in her line of sight, her mouth actually watered.
“Only your mouth,” he said gruffly. “And I control the pace.”
There was something about him being fully dressed, her naked and bound at his feet that made this feel so much different than anything she’d done before. She had this deep urge to please him.
He wrapped his hand in her hair, firmly enough to make her scalp tingle but not enough to hurt, and guided her forward. The first taste of salty skin against her tongue made hot things curl inside her, as did the grunting sound he made at the contact. Her hands twisted in the bindings and she closed her eyes, savoring the flavor and feel of this sinful, sexy man.
He was big, and she wasn’t skilled enough to tak
e him all, but he didn’t force her to accept more than she could handle. He kept his free hand around the base and stroked toward her with each thrust, his fingers meeting her lips in an erotic kiss. She rolled her tongue around him, sucking and teasing and mapping the feel of him.
His fingers tightened against her head. “God, baby, your mouth is going to kill me. You give head like you kiss—with everything you’ve got.”
She mmmed at the praise and doubled her efforts, wanting to know what he was like when he completely lost it. But Colby had other ideas because after a few minutes, he gently eased her away. She blinked up at him, surprised, but he grasped her chin and bent down to kiss her. “Not like this. I want you in my bed beneath me. And I want to see you wearing my rope.”
“Rope?”
He released her bindings and helped her to her feet. “Door number three. One of my favorites, gives me a lot of pleasure, but it takes some patience.”
She sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve got all night.”