The Singles Table (Marriage Game #3)(74)

He inhaled sharply, his gaze raking over her body, and then again more slowly in blatant sexual appraisal. “I see you’ve decided to make things difficult, but I can’t be distracted.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” She arched her back, parted her legs just enough to tease. Did he think he was the one in control?

“You should be.” His voice dropped to a husky growl. “Hands over your head. If you don’t think you can keep them there and out of my way, I’ll make sure you do.” He yanked the belt from her robe and dangled it in front of her.

Zara understood right away what he was asking, but she was up for anything tonight. Anything to avoid the elephant in the room. His unspoken question. Her unknown answer.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay still. Who knows what could happen if my hands were free? I might get into all sorts of trouble.”

He tied her hands together above her head with the soft terry belt. “Problem solved. Now let’s get to the search.” Standing at the foot of the bed, he removed his sunglasses and then unfastened his utility belt.

“What are those for?” Her eyes flicked to the handcuffs, then up to his face.

“You get those if your hands don’t stay above your head.” He straddled her thighs, the soft wool of his trousers an erotic burn against her skin. Without lifting his gaze, he ran the tips of his fingers over her nipple hard beneath her bra, sending a bolt of pure need straight through her body.

“I thought you were conducting a search,” she gasped.

He grinned at her, his mouth now hovering over her breast. With one deft move he slid his hand behind her back to flick the catch of her bra then shoved it out of the way. “I am.” The rasp of his tongue over her nipple tore a strangled cry from her throat. She writhed on the bed, but his body weight kept her lower half still and the belt kept her hands from moving.

“The first part involves lowering your defenses,” he continued. “How am I doing?”

“Well, since I can’t move and I can’t think because my brain is fuzzed with lust, I’d say pretty well.”

“Excellent.” He licked his lips. “Let’s continue.”

She shivered as he circled one breast, and the other, dragging his hot, wet tongue over her nipples until they peaked. When she didn’t think she could take any more, his palms engulfed her breasts and he squeezed and stroked until need coiled tight in her belly. She was ready. So ready. Her hips tilted up slightly, inviting.

Jay sat back, leaving her bereft. “All clear.”

“Isn’t there somewhere else you want to search?” She hated the desperate, pleading tone in her voice. But seriously? Was he going to leave her like this?

“All in good time.” He gave a smug smile before leaning down to feather kisses over her heated skin. As promised, he left no inch of her body untouched. He brushed his lips over her forehead, the curve of her ear, her neck and shoulder, working his way down to her throat. Arms and elbows. Each of her fingers one by one. Breasts, hips, and belly. Thighs and calves. Feet and toes. Still, he wouldn’t kiss her lips, or the place she wanted his kisses the most.

“I think . . .” She panted her breaths when he pushed to his knees and undid the buttons on his shirt. “You might have forgotten something.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. “I was saving the best for last.” He ground his palm over his erection.

“Tease.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Take it all off.”

“You’re not in a position to make demands.” But he didn’t make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her.

“Do you want this, sweetheart?”

She wasn’t complaining about the term of endearment now. “Very much.”

He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. “Maybe when I’ve finished my search.”

“What else . . .” Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders.

“The best things are found in the most secret places.” He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed.

“Jay . . .” It was a plea. It was a demand.

“That’s Mr. Dayal to you.” Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.

Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Not yet.” He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs.

“You’re very good at your job.” Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise.

“And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he’s willing to do anything to have her.”

She looked up, caught his gaze. Without his sunglasses or his gear, he wasn’t a security guard. He was Jay. Her Jay, making her feel the truth of his words. She didn’t want to pretend anymore. She wanted this part to be real.