The Look of Love (The Sullivans #1)(59)

She would have reached for him if she could have, if her arms weren’t bound above her head. “I’m scared, Chase.”

He didn’t hesitate even a single second before beginning to untie her.

“No,” she said through a throat that felt dry and raw. “Not because of the knots in the fabric.”

His hands stilled on her wrist. “Chloe, sweetheart, you don’t have to do this.”

She felt a sob rise up from her chest. “Believe me,” she said, “I’ve tried not to.”

She closed her eyes, but even with that sense gone, Chase was everywhere, his scent, the sound of his breathing, his warmth against her bare skin.

“Love.”

She’d whispered the word against his neck once before. She hadn’t been able to keep it inside, not when so much pleasure had been turning her inside out. It had been there on her lips, a silent vow to the man from whom she’d been unable to stay away.

She waited for him to ask her to actually say it, braced herself for it.

But Chase had never played by the rules and instead of making her admit her feelings for him, especially when she was bound before him and he had the clear upper hand, she was startled by a shifting of weight on the mattress and the warm caress of hands on her legs, down her thighs to her knee, massaging her calf muscle before finally reaching her ankle.

Her eyes flew open in shock. Here she’d been on the verge of confessing her love to him and he was simply continuing to tie her up.

But, oh, wasn’t it just the most lovely sensation, feeling him spread her thighs apart wider, watching him bend over to press a hot kiss to the needy flesh between her thighs right before he moved his concentration back to the fabric around her ankle.

“I love the way you taste,” he said almost as if in passing, and when his tongue licked over her again in a sinful assault on her every sense, she would have come off the bed if she hadn’t been tied to it.

“So lovely,” he murmured against her slick heat. “Always so responsive for me.”

She moved her free leg to open herself to him even more.

“Only one limb left,” he said softly and she was just on the verge of processing what he was saying, the fact that she was almost entirely bound, when his tongue speared inside of her.

Everything in her body coiled into that one spot that was about to explode and she stopped breathing, stopped thinking, couldn’t have remembered to be scared for the life of her, even as he shifted again and tied up her other ankle.

But he didn’t give her synapses any time to start firing again, because as soon as she was fully bound, his mouth was back there, between her thighs, giving her more pleasure than any woman had surely ever known before.

And then she wasn’t fighting her ties to try and get away from the wicked stroke of his tongue, the diabolical thrust of his fingers inside her clenching heat, she wasn’t even struggling because she was at all scared...no, she was tugging and pulling against her bonds for the simple reason that it felt good, so good to know that she was giving herself over, one hundred percent—every ounce of all of her faith and trust—to the man she loved. He’d already made her come twice, but it didn’t matter, because she already knew she’d never, ever have enough of him.

She could hear moaning, begging, in the room, but she was so far gone that by the time she realized she was the person making those desperate noises, her world was being split apart by a pleasure so intense only one thing had any chance of remaining.

“Love.”

The word fell from her lips again and again until Chase was there with her, until his mouth was saying the same word against hers and then they were kissing and he was inside of her, thick and hot and so wonderfully big she felt like she might burst from how full her body, her chest, her heart, felt as he loved her. She couldn’t wrap her arms or legs around him, but somehow, she felt closer to him than she ever had before as he lifted up onto his knees and slid up so that she could look down her naked body, slick with her sweat and his, too.

“Look at how lovely you are, Chloe. Look at how brave you are.”

He hadn’t pushed her earlier when the word love had slipped out of its own volition, he’d simply let her fear dissolve all on its own.

Her thighs were spread far enough apart by his bindings that she could easily see his shaft, slick with her arousal, sliding slowly in, then out of her.

The act was impossibly beautiful.

Shockingly sensual.

“How can you be the one who’s bound,” he said in a voice that shook, “and yet I’m the one who’s utterly helpless?”

She’d never known a man to be so honest with his feelings, with his emotions. She hadn’t thought it was even possible.

Chase was so much more than her knight in shining armor.

He was her own personal miracle.

“I love you.” Happiness flooded her alongside the incredible pleasure. “I love you so much.”

So quickly she wasn’t sure how he did it, he pulled her bindings loose and then they were wrapped around each other and Chase was rolling them over so that she was straddling him, looking down at the man who had managed to find a heart so deeply buried she hadn’t even known it was there anymore.

In the end, it was the look in his eyes of love—a love that promised forever, a love that would never, ever let her down—that pushed her all the way over the edge.