The words slammed home harder than they ever had before, and he realized how much she meant when she said that. Jesus. He’d been an idiot. At least she’d given him another chance. The revelation kicked his arousal up a gear.
He leaned back in the chair, watching her. The way she was flushed, waiting, and wanting as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, always studying him.
“Take off your shirt.”
Her smile grew. She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and pulled it over her head, pausing with her arms raised, elongating the lines and curves of her slender frame and drawing attention to her bare breasts.
She tossed the top aside and returned her thumbs to her jeans pockets. Her chest heaved with every nervous breath, exposed nipples hardening, and her flat stomach vanished teasingly into low-rise denim. He could almost taste the memories of running his lips over her skin. “Jeans next.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her fingers were nimble undoing the button, and then she slowly slid down the zipper. She pushed the jeans past her hips, revealing high-cut panties, and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor. Bending at the waist, she stepped out of one leg at a time before tossing the clothing aside.
For as many times as he’d been calledsirin the past few years, he’d thought it was just a word. Hearing her say it fuzzed his thoughts and heightened his senses. She grabbed her left arm with her right hand and licked her lips. Her gaze flickered toward the closet for the briefest moment before returning to him.
His dick pulsed, straining against his jeans. He crossed the room in a few long strides, only having to study the built-in shelves for a moment before finding what he was looking for.
He grabbed two silk scarves and padded up behind her. He slid his hands down her arms and pulled her back against him. “I always wondered why you collected these if you never actually wore them.”
She leaned into him with a soft sigh. “No one ever figures it out. Another reason to love you.”
Love. He did like the way she said that. He bound her wrists loosely behind her with one scarf and glided his lips along the back of her neck. “Did you ever tell anyone else you might be interested?”
A whimper slipped from her throat. “Maybe I was never interested with anyone else.”
He pressed against her back, memorizing every inch of her yielding frame against him. He brought the second scarf up, and she let out a tiny gasp when he covered her eyes and tied it behind her head.
He dropped his hands to her hips, inching forward to run his palms up her stomach and cup her breasts.
She leaned back her head, her moan growing louder when he pinched her nipples. He wanted to take her now. His cock strained, begging to drive deep inside her, but even more, he wanted to stretch this moment out. Make sure they both enjoyed it.
He continued to tweak and pull the sensitive nubs. Her hips swayed in rhythm with the motion. She raised her bound hands out of the way enough to grind her ass against him. Her breath came in shorter gasps, the longer he abraded them.
She stood straight when he pulled away. A mewl escaped when he rested his hands on her hips again.
He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties, brushing the bare skin underneath, and tugged. He slid the underwear down her legs, the scent of her arousal taunting him, and gently lifted each foot so he could toss the clothing aside.
He nudged her toward the chair, guiding her so she didn’t trip or run into anything, and helped her sit, arms still bound behind her back.
She licked her lips, her breathing shallow.