The way Colby looks down at me with his assessing green eyes tells me the truth was a good answer. “And now you’re ready to take a step with me?” His hips lower against mine, and the thick ridge of his cock rubs against my clit. It’s like punctuation to his question.
“Can you just kiss me, Colby? For fuck’s sake!”
“Maybe I can,” he says, with a twinkle in his eyes that sends heat rushing between my thighs. I raise my hips, searching for more pressure, but he pulls back just enough that I’m left wanting.
“Kiss me, or get the fuck off me,” I huff.
Dipping lower, he grazes the tip of my nose with his and hovers his lips so close to mine that I can feel his warmth without us touching. The buzz of electricity between us is crazy. I want to bite him, scratch him, and slap him for being so stubborn and in control. I want to lash out because he makes me feel crazy, and I don’t want to vibrate with need for someone who is so pigheaded. But I hold myself in check, suspecting that he needs this messed up mental foreplay before he gives in to what we both know he wants.
He needs to flip the narrative. I came to him, but he’s now the one in control. He’ll make me bend to his will. He’ll make this hard for me and easy, too.
Because as much as I rebel against Colby, I want to melt in his arms. I want him to coax me into doing new and terribly amazing things. I want him to push my boundaries while I lay back and pretend not to like any of it.
I want to submit to him, but only in bed.
His tongue flicks the underside of my top lip, and I jump at the incredible feeling.
“You’re not ready to be in my bed,” he says. “You’re not ready to give every ounce of your will over to me, are you?”
If he could read my mind, he’d know the truth, but that would take the fun out of this for Colby. He wants me to be resistant so he can be dominant. I’ve never been with a man like him before; so complex and challenging.
“Nothing worth having comes easy,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
Colby folds his lips like he’s trying to suppress his amusement. “No one could ever describe you as easy, Ellie.”
I struggle against his grip, and the flash of his eyes tells me exactly what I want to know. He likes the resistance. He wants to tame me and claim me. I’m ashamed to admit that the thought makes me hot and soaked between my thighs.
I remember what he said in Professor Anderson’s lecture about Micky not being the only one who’s skilled with his tongue. Will I get to find out what Colby can do?
“Have you ever been tied up?” Colby whispers, his eyes already flitting around the room for an available restraint.
“No.” I struggle again, and this time, Colby lets me go.
“Would you like to be?”
The way he looks in the low light sends a shiver of anticipation up my spine and over my scalp. There’s so much power coiled in his body. His massive bicep is tight under his weight, pecs rounded and smooth, and abs rippled like a ladder to the promised land. I can’t stop my eyes from drifting over everything, lower and lower. When I glance up, half dazed, he’s smirking. “If I say yes, doesn’t that make this less fun for you?” I ask.
“I want to know that you’re okay and not just playing along because it’s something I want.” As a second thought, his hand drifts between my legs, and his fingers probe. When he discovers the aroused mess down there, a whoosh of breath passes through his lips. “Oh yeah. You want it.”
“Do you have to be such an ass about everything?” I say indignantly.
“Just bouncing off your energy, baby.”
Colby slides from the bed and disappears into his closet, returning with a black tie that he wore at his great uncle’s funeral and a foil packet.
Before I can object, he snags my wrists together, binds them, and secures them to the headboard. I tug against the restraint, testing, while Colby bites his bottom lip at the sight of me. The loss of control is even better than I imagined it would be. Colby drops his head to one side, clicking his neck, and fuck if it doesn’t get me hot. What more could a girl want than a sexy, athletic man limbering up to give her a good time?
He doesn’t rush to get on the bed, though, and I’m eager for him to get started. “Now you’ve got me all tied up; what are you going to do with me?” I whisper meekly, slipping into a submissiveness that I didn’t know lurked in the shadows of my psyche.