She had very little control over him and herself and the situation between them, and she was losing more with every beat of her pounding heart. But before losing completely, she said, “We have to set some ground rules.”
“Fine. I’ll call before I come over.” He reached for her hand and stopped her by the coffee table. “But you have to answer your phone.”
“I will, but you have to…” She paused as he raised her palm to his mouth and his warm breath tickled her wrist.
“I have to what, honey?” he asked, but the expression in the green eyes looking down into hers told her he knew. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, and he was enjoying himself.
“Uhh… call first.”
“I just said I would.” He kissed the little tickles on her wrist and sent them up her arm.
“Oh.”
“What other rules did you have in mind?”
With him staring at her as if he were about to eat her up, she couldn’t think. She removed her gaze from his and looked into the dining room at the FBI report sitting on the table. “I’m not into anything dirty,” she said, which she supposed was true, as far as she knew.
A frown furrowed his brow, and he dropped her hand. “Okay.” He took off his hat and tossed it on the couch. “Before we go any further, define dirty.”
“Kinky.”
“You better define kinky.”
She thought for a moment. “No whips.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know you won’t like whips?”
“I don’t like pain. If I get a paper cut, I want
morphine.”
“Do you like being tied up?”
Hope had never been tied up before, and the thought of Dylan tying her up made her skin tingle with anticipation. “Yes.”
“Handcuffed to the bedpost?”
She’d never been handcuffed to a bedpost, either. She nodded. Yeah, she could do that. “Can I handcuff you?”
“Any time,” he said through a wicked grin, then pulled her into his chest. “Is that it, or do you have more rules?”
“I think that’s it.”
He lowered his face to her ear and whispered, “So if I were to tie you to my bed and kiss your feet, that’d be okay?”
“Yes.”
He raised a hand to her cheek and kissed the side of her neck. “And what if I slid my hands up the backs of your thighs to your behind and raised you to my mouth? Is that too dirty?”
“No.” Her eyes closed. “That would be okay.”
“It’s better than okay.” He slid his hand up her arm. “And, Hope?”
“Hmm.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him.