Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(139)

For yourself. And you lack imagination when it comes to silk. I already have thought of several really great ideas. Of course, since I’ll have you at my mercy, I don’t know how great you’ll think they are until after. Then I know you’ll love them.


As long as turnabout is fair play, I’m in. All the way.


I’m holding you to that. Now go to sleep. I’m exhausted.


Thinking about those various swings and slings has me all hot and bothered.


I can feel you, already hard as a rock. Seriously, Trap. I think you could go all night. There was amusement in her voice. Drowsy. Sexy. She wasn’t saying no, but she was amused. Her hips moved subtly, locked in place by the silk.


Of course I can go all night. He could prove it to her. All day and night.


He moved with her. Gently. Barely. A whisper of movement. So sexy his heart jerked in his chest in time to his cock jerking and swelling more. Still, she was exhausted, and he liked the idea of her sleeping just like this. With him filling her. Stretching her. He brushed a kiss on top of her head. “Go back to sleep, baby. I will too.”


“Mmm. Nice.” Her voice was drowsy. Sexy. Filled with love. He felt the brush of her mouth over his heart.


He drifted off that way, surrounded by her body and her love.


Trap woke to the sound of Cayenne’s voice. Come here to me, my love. I want to show you what silks can do. Her voice whispered over his skin. Filled his mind with infinite possibilities and fantasies.


He sat up alone in the bed. Looking around, his tuxedo was hung up and the room was immaculate. He smelled her fragrance drifting from the master bathroom and immediately went to find her. She wasn’t there so he took care of business, took a very fast shower and wandered out into the great room totally naked, following the soft sound of music playing.


Darkness had fallen and the night shades had come down, locking the world out. Through the cleverly designed shades he could see the swamp, but anyone outside couldn’t see in, even if they had lights on. Cayenne hadn’t turned on any lights, but the flames of many candles danced from a large semicircle on the floor. From the ceiling hung two long drapes of intricate silks. Music filled the room, but so soft and sensuous he felt the stirring on his body before he even looked up and saw her.


Cayenne was stark naked, her long hair flowing around her like a cape. One foot was wrapped in the silk, one hand as well. She began to move, a sexy, sensual undulation, her body swaying with the music, always moving but going from one position to the next almost in slow motion.


The silks wrapped her up, let her fall, her foot wrapped in one silk while the other was in the second one so she did the splits and then moved into a sexy pose with the silk between her legs while the other wrapped one foot so her leg was stretched behind her. She moved from that position to one upside down, her body arched, stretched, hair falling in a long black waterfall.


He found himself mesmerized. One hand fisted his cock while he watched her, unable to look away from what he had to call art, yet was the most sinfully sensual thing he’d ever seen.


She did the splits upside down, and he stared in wonder at the red hourglass in the black patch of curls at the junction of her legs. When she turned and he stared up into her opening flower, dewy wet, like the plants in early morning, he found himself fisting his cock harder.


“Lower yourself down here,” he ordered, his voice almost hoarse.


She complied, but she did it slowly, sensuously, like a spider might, nearly crawling to him on the silken streamers, upside down, her hands finding his shoulders and then sliding down his chest, her arms wrapped around his belly, breasts pressed tight against his waist, mouth engulfing his cock while her feet remained wrapped in silk.


This is imagination with silks, my love.


He threw back his head and had to agree with her earlier assessment. He had a great imagination when it came to inventing things, but she definitely had him beat when it came to silks.


He wrapped his arms around her, taking her weight so that she released him, inverted, and he carried her to the wall. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”


She did, spreading her legs, and he found her slick and hot and welcoming. He took her against the wall and then again on the floor with the flames of the candles dancing all around them. She’d prepared a picnic, and they ate together on the thick rug near the fireplace, laughing together and just touching occasionally.


“You think we’ve given them enough time to realize we’re here?” Cayenne asked. “I looked at the screens earlier, and they weren’t here yet, but about half an hour ago, the alarm silks were tripped.”


“They had to see the Rover,” he said, leaning over to brush her mouth with his.


She stretched and stood up. “Let’s get this over. All this sex is making me sleepy, and really, honey, they’re more trouble than they’re worth. I could take care of them for you if you wanted me to.”


He shook his head. “I have a very deep-seated fear of losing you, remember? Just the thought of you close to those two sets my teeth on edge. I don’t like you being involved at all, Cayenne.”


She sent him a quelling look. “Seriously, Trap? Are we going to argue over this? I’m involved. If these men think they can take away your life again, honey, they are sadly mistaken. If you think I’m going to stand by while they try, then you are sadly mistaken. I’m going out there first. You go up to the roof and cover me.”