Chapter Twenty-Three
Riley kept her eyesclosed. There was no point in looking with the scarf in her way. Every other sense was heightened. The fabric of the low-backed chair was warm and rough against her bare skin. She strained her ears for any sound, but her hammering pulse made it difficult to tell what was important.
She was slick with want, growing wetter every second as the anticipation built.
Her hair was swept across her back and pushed over her shoulder, sending a pleasant chill through her. She inhaled sharply at the brush of Zane’s lips on her neck.
He nipped her earlobe, sucking lightly before releasing it again. “You’re incredible.”
The compliment, combined with the husky sound of his voice, sent goose bumps over her. She sighed and leaned into the sensation. “You’re pretty amazing too.”
His chuckle vibrated against her skin, and then he pulled away again. Cool air caressed her body leaving her wondering and wanting.What next?
As the seconds ticked away, her pulse raced faster, and her ears strained harder. She whimpered in anticipation when rough fabric scraped between her legs, forcing them apart. Denim, maybe? His knee? Not that it mattered. Air rushed to greet her damp mound.
When his lips brushed the inside of her leg near her knee, a pulse of need started in her gut and traveled down. He kissed a slow, light trail along her inner thigh, moving up one leg and down the other, never getting close to her aching sex.
She scooted forward on the chair, blindly trying to get closer, and the contact stopped.
“Impatient, much?” His teasing growl echoed through the room.
“A little.” She tried to keep her tone light.
“Only a little.”
“Okay. A lot.” She swallowed, desire flooding her. “I’ll beg if it will help.”
A heavy pause hung in the air before he finally said, “Not today.”
She gasped, butt coming off the chair, when his finger traced her slit. Seconds later, his tongue followed the same path, tearing a moan from her. He licked along the slick skin, drawing closer to her clit with each pass, but never touching it.
When he finally flicked over the swollen nub, she cried out, nearly coming from the single touch. He wrapped his mouth around it, licking and occasionally nibbling in time to the thrust of her hips.
A climax built inside. Every inch of her was alive, feeling everything. There was no warning before he shoved his fingers inside her, opening her wide and filling her up. The new sensation pushed her over the edge, and she clenched around him as she came.
His attentions slowed with her, shifting from hungry sucking to tiny kisses before stopping. He pulled away, leaving her isolated again.
Her head swam, euphoria mingling with the electric anticipation of not being able to see where he was or what he was doing.
“Stand up.” His voice was close, but she couldn’t tell where it came from.
She obeyed, warmth spreading between her legs again.
His heat brushed her back but he didn’t make contact.
He turned and guided her, stopping when her shins nudged the edge of the bed.
“Lie as close to the middle as you can. On your side.” His words caressed her ear, his voice low.
He helped guide her as she climbed clumsily onto the bed, the action hindered by her bound hands and blindfolded eyes.
Then there was nothing again. No voice, touch, or sounds.
She lay on her side, breathing shallowly. Was that a rustle of clothes or just her ear against the comforter?
“I want”—his voice near her ear startled her—“to feel all of you. No protection. Are you okay with that?”