Part 17 (1/2)

”You have no idea.”

A couple of minutes later he speeds up the driveway, into the garage and shuts the engine. Twisting to face me, his hand molds to my cheek and his thumb caresses my skin. This is not what I was expecting. I a.s.sumed he'd be carrying me inside as he stripped me naked on the way upstairs. ”Baby,” he murmurs the term of endearment so lovingly. ”Go upstairs to my room, strip down to nothing, and lay on my bed.” His voice is sultry and my panties soak from his directions.

I swallow the lump in my throat and stare into his determined eyes. He wastes no time to follow through with his threat about teasing. He'll never hold out long enough. As it is, he wants me to undress myself.

”Okay.” My hand fingers for the door handle and when I blindly find it, the door clicks open, but Rob's lips merge with mine. Gentle, loving, and nothing I want in this moment. Don't get me wrong, I love when he's tender and thoughtful, but I've craved him all day. There's no waiting for him to go slow this time around. I want him to slam me against the wall and f.u.c.k me until I can't walk.

”No tongue?” I pout in the seat and a quiet chuckle escapes him when he breaks away with nothing but a long peck to the lips.

”Go, baby.” He sits in the car, waiting for me exit.

I do what he instructs, happy to see Dex's truck gone and Chrissy's keys missing from the dish by the back door. The house is quiet, no footsteps or television blaring. It's only me and Rob until one of them returns and I'm crossing my fingers it's not for at least a half hour. I wish that thought alone didn't bring out a million b.u.t.terflies to my stomach.

When I step into Rob's room, I'm surprised to see his bed made, the dresser neatly organized with cologne bottles lined up with not a speck of dust. Even his guitar pics are tossed into a dish. The receipts that covered the oak surface are now gone and I contemplate opening his top drawer to see if he swiped an arm along the surface right into the drawer. Even if he did, the rushed act doesn't negate that fact he straightened his room for me, which brings a gentle tug on my heart.

When I hear the backdoor slam shut, I remember my instructions and toe out of my black flats and s.h.i.+mmy my jeans down my legs. When I grab the hem of my s.h.i.+rt to fling it off my body, I hear his footsteps climbing the stairs. As fast as I can, I unhook my bra and shove my panties off. Jumping onto the bed. My body flits around, as I test out five different positions, deciding which one will make him jump me the fastest.

There's a soft knock on the door and it opens a sliver. ”Ready?”

I change my come and get me pose on the bed one last time.

”Yes.”

He opens the door, steps in, shuts it, and locks it. There's a bottle of caramel sauce tucked under his arm, a bowl with strawberries, and another bowl I can't see nestled in the crook of his arm. My body tingles thinking of his tongue licking it off my body.

”You have plans.”

He nods, admitting nothing as he travels over to the bed. After positioning the bowls and sauce on top of his nightstand, he swaggers over to me and climbs onto the bed.

Not removing a st.i.tch of clothing, he straddles my hips and raises my right hand. Reaching back, he whips strips of shredded cloth out of his back pocket and then ties my wrist to his headboard. His eyes concentrate on the task, never veering down to me, or my chest pushed out to entice him.

My body wiggles underneath him, desperate for a release. ”Hold on, baby.” He raises my other wrist gently in his hand and ties what I see is a rag from the garage around my wrist. I tug my hand and my back falls back into the mattress unable to move. He stands up and I groan from the loss of his heat. ”Now, do I need to tie up those legs or do you think you can control yourself?” He leans over me, dangling two other rags across my already pebbled nipples. The breeze and the feathery light brush across my breast staggers my breathing.

”Rob!” I plea and he chuckles sauntering over to his drawer.

”You should have listened.” He digs through his dresser, revealing a tie. He owns a tie?

My core heats up and I clench from the pure want building to max level inside of me.

Sauntering over to me, he graces me with his naked chest as he strips his s.h.i.+rt off. ”You like to tease . . . let me teach you how it's done.”

Oh s.h.i.+t.

I stare up at him, trying to concentrate on my breathing before I pa.s.s out. He's exactly the man I knew he was, and if I thought he was the one for me before, he just branded me exclusively for him.

”Show me,” I whisper and he laughs.

”Lift up your head.”

I do as he requests and soon darkness consumes my sight.

”Good girl.”

G.o.d, I love it when he calls me that.

Now having only my senses of touch and hearing to go by, the room quiets. I fear he left me strapped to his bed, that his version of teasing is leaving me alone, while I antic.i.p.ate his return. Then my excitement picks up when I hear the zipper of his jeans. My back arches, and my knees fly up as I widen my legs.

”Don't make me tie your ankles.”

His voice is even toned, no emotion. Kudos to him because if I could I'd slip my hand down myself to finish this off, from him leaving me teeter tottering on the edge.

Quickly lying my legs flat on the bed, the mattress dips and a lukewarm drizzle sprinkles from the crevice of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s down my stomach.

”A little bit of sweet.” The mattress dips on either side of my hips and his tongue swipes the gooey liquid off my stomach, surging a current of desire right to his target.

”Rob.” My hands tug against the restraints and my back arches further as I try to control my pleasure.

He doesn't respond, instead, an icy cold cube hits my skin from his hot mouth. His tongue slides it up my stomach, up the curve of my breast and his mouth covers my nipple. Circling the outline of my breast with the ice cube in his mouth, I squirm.

”Remember who started this game,” he reminds me, as the ice cube melts in the middle of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”You're taking it too far.” I fight him, loving his arousing exploration of my body.

”Am I?” he questions, his hands and lips disappearing again. ”I think you're wrong. I didn't even grab the whipped cream.”

A giggle leaks out of me before I can mask it. I have to show how serious I am because he needs to get a condom on and thrust into me hard right now before the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m falters to the sidelines.

Just as I'm trying to control my imprisoned pleasure, his hard body lays on top of mine. I savor his light cologne as my b.r.e.a.s.t.s crush against his chest. ”Next time you should listen,” he whispers in my ear and the tip of him is right at my opening.

Sliding side to side and lifting my hips, I attempt to end this game he's enjoying playing with me. With a little finagling, I'm positive I can entice him to ditch this whole teasing business.

”I need you,” I beg and my hands lift only to remember they're trapped.

”I know. I need you, too,” he admits. Thank the heavens. I'm making progress. ”But, all in good time.”

”What?” I screech. ”Rob, grab a condom and get your d.i.c.k inside of me now,” I demand and he leaves my body once again. ”Rob!” I scream and then Best I Am by Flaw sounds from his iPhone.

I hear a drawer open and shut. The mattress slopes again and my heart rate picks up with the hope he's finally relenting. His hand removes the tie off of my eyes and he's smiling down at me.

Ogling his naked body, I notice his condom is already on and he's moving on top of me again. ”You make it too hard,” he softly murmurs, reaching up and untying the rags from my wrists.

He lightly ma.s.sages each wrist, bringing them back down. His fingers skim down my arms as I bring them around his neck. ”Listen to these words as I f.u.c.k you, Paige.”

I sink into the mattress, hearing the lyrics to the music. Rob flips our moment from l.u.s.t-filled to love in a flick of his finger to his phone. He slowly moves inside of me and I lay drowning in him and the fact his heart is opening for me.

The song is a promise of sorts. Sticking to his true colors, the song conveys he'll do the best he can to make this work between us. It's his own sentiment to our situation, and I restrain the tears from the trust he's giving me after such a short time.

He rolls his hips and I melt into his hold, bringing my legs up and over his waist. Our lovemaking syncs into a harmonious tempo, and a peace flows between us.

His fingers weave through the hair on the sides of my head as he rests the weight of his body on his elbows. The honest blue eyes dig into mine with promises he doesn't know if he can fulfill, but he desperately wants. He isn't giving me bulls.h.i.+t lines about how much he loves me, or that he'll never mess up. Instead, he's allowing me inside of the raw creature he believes is screwed up, but for me, he'll try to change and that's enough. I don't want empty promises, just truth.