It doesn't matter. Not tonight.
Done tying the scarf, I pull my hands away. My cock is already stiff, but I will not rush this purely to satisfy my lust. I walk around to the front of the sofa and kneel between Erica and the coffee table.
She fidgets again, rubbing her palms on her jeans, then she starts wringing her hands.
Is she nervous? Or excited? Since she's breathing harder now, it must be excitement.
Time to begin.
I lean in and seal my mouth over hers. The first touch triggers an electrical surge that enlivens my skin, and when I slant my lips over her, my teeth scraping against her lower lip, it takes every bit of self-control I have to stop myself from taking her on the sofa.
She slumps toward me, moaning softly. I pull my body away as much as I can while I've got my mouth glued to hers, but I can't have her touching me. Not yet. I crack one lid open and see she's lifting a hand toward my chest.
I move sideways just enough to evade her.
She makes a frustrated noise that's almost a whimper.
I swirl my tongue over her top lip. "Try to relax. This is meant to be fun."
"Take off the blindfold."
"Bit of a control freak, aren't you?"
"Yes." She twists her lips left and right. "So take off the damn blindfold."
"Why donnae ye remove it yerself?"
I palm her breast.
She sucks in a breath. "Don't know. I guess because letting you blindfold me is a tacit agreement I won't remove the thing until you say so."
"And ye follow orders, even tacit ones?" I curl my tongue around her earlobe. "I have trouble believing that."
"I—" She stops talking the second I blow on the shell of her ear, charting a path along its curve. "I like the blindfold."
"Let's leave it on, then, for a wee bit longer." I grasp her hips and lift her onto her feet, crushing her supple body to mine. "But when I take ye, I want yer eyes on me."
I flick my tongue out, slipping it between her parted lips.
She slaps my chest but misses the mark, grazing my arm. "Hey! Have you been eating candy and guzzling booze while I sat here waiting for you?"
Clever lass. I had sampled the offerings I prepared for her, but only to make sure everything was just right. She noticed the flavors.
"A taste test," I say, then I flip her up and into my arms. "It's all for you."
I carry her across the room, aiming for the hallway.
She walks her fingers up my cheek, pushing them into my hair. "Are you planning to get me drunk, Mr. MacTaggart?"
"The food and spirits are for after." I press my lips to the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. "I've no need to ply you with liquor before."
We cross the threshold and enter the bedroom.
Everything looks perfect. But will she appreciate her surprise?
I lower her onto the bed where fabric almost as silky smooth as her skin covers the mattress. I'd bought these sheets today, for Erica. The bed has plenty of cushioning, a fact I mean to take full advantage of tonight.
Her head drops onto the fluffy pillow, and she rubs her cheek against the smooth pillowcase. A sensual little smile tugs at her lips.