‘I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.’
‘In that case,’ he drawled as a series of thrills raced through him, ‘why would I even want to try and argue?’
‘Sensible man.’
God, he thought as he did as she’d ordered and watched a satisfied smile curve her lips, he’d never felt less sensible. ‘What next?’
‘Now put your hands behind your head.’
He did. ‘What’s got into you?’ he said, deciding that whatever it was he liked it a lot.
‘Nothing yet,’ she purred, climbing on top of him and giving him a long slow kiss that blew his mind.
She kissed her way down his neck and along his collarbone, taking her time, making him burn up with need and he had to fight to keep himself where he was.
A tremor racked his body and he marvelled that she could do this to him. Thought that perhaps he should encourage her to do it more often. Because there was definitely something to be said for female dominance in the bedroom. Especially with the way she was sliding her hands along his arms and curling his fingers around the bars of her bed-head, giving him an eyeful of soft pillowy cleavage.
His body tight with arousal and his heart thudding with expectation, Will couldn’t resist. He lifted his head and gently nipped her flesh. She shuddered, then smiled seductively down at him, slipping her hands beneath the pillows as she wriggled on top of him.
He was contemplating undoing the strings of her corset with his teeth, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red fur, and before he knew it she’d surged up and forwards and cuffed him to the bed.
There, though
t Bella, feeling triumph roar through her as she drew back and admired her handiwork. That hadn’t been too difficult, had it? Not when Will had been so pleasingly and predictably cooperative.
Her plan had gone like clockwork and now she had him exactly where she wanted him. Naked. Exposed. Unable to take control and distract her, and completely at her mercy. Once she’d driven him demented with her hands and her mouth, he’d be begging her for release and willing to tell her exactly what his issue with commitment was.
Assuming she managed to hold out that long, of course. She was so turned on by the sight of him lying there trapped that part of her wanted to ditch her plan and simply straddle him and sink herself down on him.
Hmm. There’d be plenty of time for that later, she told herself. Having spent so long firstly devising her plan, and then umming and aahing over whether to go through with it, she wasn’t about to back out now.
‘What the hell is this, Bella?’ Will’s voice was tight and sharp and Bella suppressed the flicker of alarm that darted through her. So he had a thing about control. That was tough. Right now, so did she.
‘I’d have thought it was perfectly obvious,’ she said with a smouldering smile.
‘Unlock me,’ he snapped.
‘Soon.’
‘Now.’ His jaw clenched and his eyes blazed.
‘No.’ Where would she start? Should she work her way from top to bottom and build up slowly? Or should she just go straight for the sexual jugular, so to speak?
‘Bella, get the bloody keys.’
‘Too late,’ she said silkily, drawing them from her cleavage and throwing them out of the window before turning her attention back to the magnificence of Will’s body. Whether she lingered or hurried, she doubted he’d be the only one tormented. Heat pummelled along her veins at the thought that she could do anything with him she wanted, and her head swam.
And then through the fog swilling around inside her head, she heard Will swear violently and she frowned, her gaze snapping up to his face.
The flicker of alarm she’d managed to suppress a minute ago flared into life. God. He looked utterly horrified.
Her heart lurched and her brain raced. During all her deliberations, she’d imagined he might have put up token resistance to being handcuffed to her bed-head, but she’d never imagined he’d be quite so appalled.
But maybe it wasn’t appal. Maybe it was something else. Because actually, now she was looking at his face, she could see that he’d gone so ghostly pale that if it hadn’t been for his tan he’d have been white. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he was shaking. His muscles had tensed and his veins on his arms and neck bulged. He looked as if he was in agony.
Oh, God, thought Bella, her heart hammering now with real panic. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Perhaps she ought to release him. Right now.
Hastily she reached up and pulled a pin from her hair. She unbent it with her teeth and then leaned over him. She swiftly picked first one lock and then the other, and within a split second he’d yanked his hands free, surged up and twisted round so that Bella was flat on her back and he was looming over her, his eyes wild and the pulse at the base of his neck thundering.