Part 27 (1/2)

The sensation made his b.a.l.l.s draw up.

He braced his hands on either side of her and pulled his c.o.c.k out slightly, enough to allow him a moment to regain control.

She'd closed her eyes but she still kept her legs where he'd ordered. He shortened his strokes, seeking to arouse her again. ”You're so wet.”

”You're so big. So hot,” she responded.

He locked his jaw to hold on, to prolong their lovemaking, but when she lifted herself higher, drawing him in deeper with each thrust, he pistoned his hips.

”Let me have it,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him.

He thrust his c.o.c.k in rapid succession, building the friction. He gritted his teeth as the pressure built. Finally, he couldn't hold back. He went still then groaned as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in hot, satisfying spurts.

”So, so wanted that,” she whispered.

It took all of his mental effort to keep from collapsing on top of her. Instead, he lifted himself off and rolled to his side, then pulled her immediately into his arms. ”Are you too uncomfortable for me to hold you for a second?”

”I'd like it.”

As if she'd done it a dozen times, she rested her head on his chest.

He trailed the back of his hand up and down the side of her face. ”You continue to amaze me, Lara.” The way she interacted with him made him want to give her more.

”That was pretty s.e.xy, Sir.”

”You were pretty s.e.xy, sub.” And she had been. Beyond anything he'd experienced before. It was Lara, he knew, but something more. It hadn't been this good for him before because he'd never had these kinds of feelings for anyone else. The realization shocked him as much as it made him uncomfortable. Shoving it aside, he said, ”Let's get you out of those cuffs.”

”They make me pretty helpless.”

He pulled a pillow close to them then moved her head onto it. After sitting next to her, he reached for her shoulders.

She dug her heels into the mattress to help him.

He didn't have the heart to tell her that was unnecessary. He settled for, ”I've got you.”

Supporting her weight with his upper body, he reached around her to release the restraints. When she was free, he rubbed her wrists. ”How was that?”

”The cuffs or the s.e.x?”

”Either. Both.”

”If you were angling for a compliment... You can stay naked around me all the time, Mr. Donovan.”

He grinned.

”And you're really, really good in bed.” She brought her arms around in front of her, moving slowly as she stretched her shoulders.

”My question was really about the handcuffs,” he clarified.

”I may be starting to understand what you were talking about the other day...the freedom that comes from being bound.”

”Go on.”

”You're the one who told me it would happen,” she protested.

”But I want to hear about it from your perspective.”

”Since I couldn't touch you, it was as if...I don't know. I had no choice other than to let go. It allows me to get out of my mind more. I wasn't thinking much, just enjoying all the sensations.” She paused for a second as if to sort through her thoughts. ”I'm not sure that makes sense. Touching you, holding you would be a whole different experience. I guess being bound gives me permission to enjoy it more. I liked it. But it doesn't mean I don't want my hands all over you.”

”I promise you'll have plenty of opportunity for that.” And he had a few ideas along those lines. ”Let me draw you a bath. May help with those kinks.”

As he entered the bathroom, she said, ”d.a.m.n. Nice a.s.s.”

He turned back to face her and said, ”I feel the same about yours. Especially when it's red.”

After he'd disposed of the condom, he turned the faucet on full blast.

A few minutes later, she joined him in the bathroom. Her hair was mussed, and she yawned. He couldn't wait to pull her against him as they slept.

She grabbed a clip and secured her hair. Then, instead of waiting for the tub to finish filling, she climbed in. She sank down and sighed. ”If you can't find me, try looking here,” she said. ”I may never get out.”

Lara closed her eyes, and he gazed at her. She still wore the necklace, and he liked the way it nestled against her skin.

Who was he fooling? He liked everything about her, from the way she tipped back her head, to her sun-bronzed shoulders, to the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s looked with their dusky, peaked nipples.

He let her soak in peace while he showered.

When he'd finished, she was soaping her body.

He kept an eye on her while he dried off. A few stubborn tendrils of hair had escaped to curl against her cheekbones. A few others lay against her nape. He realized he liked having her in his s.p.a.ce and watching her savor the bath.

He walked over, picked up a sponge and soaked it in the water. He squeezed it out just inches over her body, rinsing the soap from her skin.

”Be very careful,” she warned him. ”I'm this close”-she held her thumb and index finger about an inch apart-”this close to getting spoiled.”

She sat up, and he ran the sponge over her shoulders, down her back. ”Getting closer,” she told him. ”You know, if the whole deal with you owning a moving company doesn't work out, you can apply for a position as my personal a.s.sistant.”

”I'll keep that in mind.” He put the sponge back on the shelf.

”Thank you.” Her voice had a soft husk.

”Always,” he replied. Since the water had started to chill, he offered her a towel.

Lara stepped out and he wrapped it around her.

He went into the closet to put on a pair of shorts then went back into the bedroom and waited for her.