Brody looked at the sheer panty hose in her hands and he grinned. “No fuzzy pink handcuffs?”
“Sorry, I left them in California.”
“Pity.”
Laughing, she looped the panty hose around his wrists, brushing her fingers over the calluses on his palm. His hands were so strong, fingers long and tapered. A thrill shot through her as she tied those sturdy hands to the headboard. That he let her do it, without moving, without complaining, only deepened the thrill.
She liked it, this feeling of control, something she’d never really felt in the bedroom before. She was all about control when it came to her life, her job, her goals. But sex? Not so much.
With Brody, she was discovering a part of herself she’d denied for a long time. That first night when she’d propositioned him, then letting him touch her in a public bar, now tying him up to her bed—how on earth had he managed to unleash this passionate side of her?
“So what now?” he said hoarsely. “How does this bondage fantasy of yours play out?”
“Well, the fantasy includes some payback actually.” She made sure his hands were secure, then straddled him, still fully clothed. “You tortured me last night, Brody.”
“You seemed to enjoy it,” he teased.
“But you enjoyed it, too, didn’t you? You loved having that control over me, driving me wild with your fingers and knowing I wasn’t going to fight it.” She arched one slim eyebrow. “It’s my turn.”
He tested the bindings. The headboard shook. “I could easily get out of this position, you know.”
“But you won’t.”
“You sound sure of that.”
She bent down and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then licked her way to his earlobe and bit it. He shuddered, his cock jutting against her pelvis. “You’re dying for it,” she mocked.
A crooked smile stretched across his mouth. “Do people out on the West Coast know how deliciously evil you are, Hayden?”
“They don’t have a clue,” she said with a self-deprecating sigh.
He threw his head back and laughed. The desire and awe dancing in his eyes sent a wave of confidence rushing through her. Brody made her feel that she could do anything she wanted, be anyone she wanted, confess to any naughty longing she wanted, and he wouldn’t judge her.
“Well, it’s your turn, as you said,” Brody told her. “Let’s see what you’ve got. I warn you, I don’t lose control easily.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She pressed both palms to his chest, relishing the hard feel of him, running her fingers through the light sprinkling of hair covering his golden skin. Dipping her head, she traced his collarbone with her tongue.
Brody chuckled. “You can do better than that.”
She narrowed her eyes. Was he really convinced he could stay in control? Arrogant man! She’d just have to show him, wouldn’t she?
Not rising to his bait, she bent down and covered one flat nipple with her mouth.
He drew in a breath.
She ran her tongue down his chest, scraping her nails along his skin. He tasted like heaven—salty, spicy, masculine—and the hair leading to his groin tickled her lips as she kissed her way south. Her mouth finally reached his erection, but she made no move to wrap her lips around it. Instead she gently flicked her tongue against his tip then blew a stream of air over the moisture she’d left there.
Brody jerked and let out a soft curse.
“Everything okay?” she asked politely, lifting her head just in time to see the arousal creasing his rugged features.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he groaned.
“On the contrary.” She licked her lips and sent him a heavy-lidded look. “I’m just getting started.”
Oh, boy, there was nothing more empowering than driving a man as manly as Brody Croft into sheer and total orgasmic oblivion. Flames of arousal and satisfaction licked through Hayden’s body as she circled the tip of Brody’s cock with her tongue, savoring the taste of him.
Curling her fingers around his shaft, she licked him again, then sucked him into her mouth, trying not to smile when he released a low moan of pleasure. God, why hadn’t she done this before? She wanted to berate herself for everything she’d been missing.
In the back of her mind a little voice suggested that perhaps she’d never admitted this fantasy because she hadn’t found the right man to admit it to, but she forced the voice and its unsettling implications out of her brain. No more thinking. She didn’t want to analyze anything about this.
She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and when she reached one hand down to cup his balls, he shuddered and grew even harder. Her mind was spinning from the incredible feel of him against her lips.