Burn (Breathless #3)(58)

He sucked at both, setting a leisurely pace that would drive them both insane with want and need. When he had her ni**les into rigid peaks, he flicked one last time with his tongue and then carefully applied the first clamp.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when the clamp bit into her nipple. “Ash?”

“Easy, baby. I won’t hurt you. You know that. Just a little pain. Give you that edge. You’ll like it.”

He affixed the other and then leaned back to survey his handiwork.

She was a work of art. No corny statements. She was utterly magnificent. The intricate, colorful tattoo snaked over her right side. So reflective of who she was and what she was. He could honestly say before her he’d never been a fan of tattoos on women. It just wasn’t something that did it for him. But from the moment he’d gotten a glimpse of hers, he’d been rabid with curiosity.

On her, it wasn’t just a tattoo like so many others. It was her art. A reflection of herself. And it fit her to a T. He wouldn’t have her any other way.

“You fascinate me, Josie. You have such a clean, wholesome, good-girl look going on. That blond hair, those gorgeous blue-green eyes. But underneath the clothes, there’s that tattoo. It screams bad girl. I like it. I like it a lot.”

A smile curved her lips again. A dreamy smile.

“Glad you like.”

“Oh, I do, baby. No doubt there. I like everything about you. Everything that makes you you.”

He stared a moment longer at the clamps pushing her ni**les upward and then he let his hand drift down her midline, over her belly and to the wetness between her legs. Yeah, she was ready for him. No doubt there. But he didn’t want to end it so soon. He would take his time. Savor her. Make it good for both of them.

He stroked his cock, holding it close to her opening as he stared down at what was his. Mine. She was his, absolutely. Never thought he’d have a woman who understood him so completely in his bed. And yet here he was, staring down at a woman so beautiful that it hurt to look at her. He couldn’t look at her without a heavy ache in his chest. The knowledge and recognition that she was it for him. And he’d never look back. Never regret a single thing.

He pushed her knees upward, bending her legs so she was open wide to him. The base of the plug was lodged there at her ass. And he was ready to dive into that tight pu**y.

Sweat beaded his forehead and his teeth clenched together as he pushed through her warm, damp folds to lodge himself at her opening. Oh hell, but she was tighter. So much tighter than before, that plug making her pu**y opening that much smaller.

It wasn’t going to be easy to get in, but it was going to feel f**king amazing.

He pushed the head farther in, eyes rolling back in his head at the exquisite feel of her tugging snugly at his dick. She moaned loudly, her hands coming off the bed and fluttering, almost as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

Hell, he knew what to do about them. The idea of having her not only blindfolded, but bound, excited the visual side of him. Of being able to look down at his woman, vulnerable and helpless against his will. Oh yeah, that excited him.

He pulled back and she registered her complaint with a whimper. He caressed one leg, his imagination working overtime as he expanded on his earlier thought of tying her hands. Hell yeah. He’d tie her hands and legs. Spread her impossibly wide and secure her there. All he had to do was position her at the end of the bed where he could tie her ankles to the bedposts.

“Just a minute more, baby,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended. “Going to tie you up.”

She swallowed hard, but didn’t make a sound. Her chest rose and fell with the exertion of her breaths. He knew it excited her every bit as much as it excited him.

He retrieved the rope from his closet and then went back to the bed. He helped her up and guided her toward the end of the bed and then surveyed his possibilities.

He lifted her arms up over her head and brought them together, binding the wrists with a secure knot. Then he pulled the long end of the rope up toward the head of the bed, pulled it taut so her arms were stretched high, and secured it, testing the tautness so that it didn’t put too much of a strain on her shoulders.

Satisfied that it was perfect, he returned to the end of the bed, letting his hand wander lazily down her body, appreciating and savoring the fullness of her curves, the lean lines of her narrow belly and the flare of her hips. But this time he didn’t touch her intimately, a fact that frustrated her judging by the groan she emitted. He grinned again. Yeah, this was going to be perfect and he was in no hurry. He was going to savor the delectable sight of her in restraints and f**k her until they both lost their minds.

Gently, he pulled one ankle up, wrapping the rope around it before stretching it to tie it to the bedpost. Again, he tested the tautness, wanting it to be tight and spread her wide but not wanting to hurt her or cause her too much discomfort.

By the time he got to her other leg, it shook and trembled beneath his touch. Her breaths were coming more rapidly now and perspiration gleamed on her skin.

“Ash?”

He paused in securing the last bond to the bedpost.

“Yes, darling?”

“Forget what I said about not being able to come without clitoral stimulation,” she said weakly. “I think I’m about to get there anyway!”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss the inside of her calf. “Nuh-uh, baby. Not until I say. You’re not going to leave me behind here.”