Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(20)
His lips tightened into a cocky grin. “Since you’re the one who’s all hot and bothered, I’ll let you decide.”
“I am not hot and bothered.” She was. So hot and bothered from picturing him handling her the way he’d described, she wasn’t sure her legs would support her if she attempted to storm away.
Logan stepped closer, effectively trapping her between the wall and his rangy frame, and stared into her eyes. “You are very hot.” His taunting gaze promised all kinds of wickedness, and then he brushed his chest against her breasts, scraping her tight nipples. His smile deepened at her quick inhale. “And you are extremely bothered.”
“That’s because you’re bothering me,” she shot back. “It’s like you’re deliberately trying to mess with me, and it’s making me mad.” She pushed his shoulder. Of course it was like pushing a mountain. He didn’t budge.
Instead, he brought his mouth level with hers. “Naughty of me, isn’t it?”
Her eyes dropped to his lips. “Yes.”
“You’d like to teach me a lesson, wouldn’t you?” He leaned in until just a few millimeters separated them.
Her lips turned raw and tingly, just like a few other noteworthy areas. She drew in a quick breath through her mouth. “Yes.”
“My room’s right down the hall.”
“Don’t tempt me. And don’t toy with me. I’m not here for your amusement.”
“Come on, Soph. I dare you.” Then he bit her raw, tingly lower lip, and every other raw, tingly part of her clamored for the same treatment.
“You dare me?” The inherent challenge in those three little words drove her to show him that being shy didn’t make her a complete chicken.
“You heard me.” He bit her upper lip, and her world tilted on its axis. She grabbed hold of the front of his shirt to be sure she stayed upright.
When he let her have her lip back, she ran her tongue over the sensitive spot he’d inflicted. Passion and excitement, New Sophie reminded her. By this time tomorrow he might be sinking his teeth into Regan, but right now, it’s you he wants to play with. You’ve been perusing the playbook online long enough. Give him a game he won’t forget. A particularly unforgettable scene from the Eve’s Closet website leaped to her mind. One where Eve tempted Adam with a hell of a lot more than an apple. There’d been a blindfold, and a leather strap, and a heck of a lot of…compliance.
“Logan, don’t let my shy, unassuming exterior fool you into thinking I’m harmless. I have a bold, aggressive side.”
“Then what’s the problem? Maybe you don’t think you can handle me?”
Her chin came up. “I may not be the most experienced woman alive, but I know how to handle you. I’ve read all sorts of information about how to deal with bad boys.”
The enticing little groove appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Prove it.”
Chapter Six
Logan led Sophie to his room. He spent a heady moment considering exactly what he’d do to her once he got her alone, but as soon as he shut the door behind them, she turned to him with her hands on her hips and said, “Take off your shoes and go stand in the corner.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I warned you not to push me, but you did. Now you’re going to get the lesson you asked for.”
She looked sexy as hell, standing there all stern and irritated. “Sophie, are you going to…discipline me?” For some crazy reason, the idea got his blood pumping. Power games usually didn’t interest him, but the thought of her calling the shots, and more specifically, her getting turned on by the fantasy of being in complete and total control of the proceedings, made him want to give her the illusion.
“Does that worry you? Maybe you can’t handle what I have in mind?”
Oh yeah, stern Sophie definitely did it for him. She wanted to feel like a boss? No problem. “I’ve got no worries.” He toed off his shoes and then walked to a corner of his suite, by the bed.
“Take off your shirt and face the wall,” she instructed and took something out of his closet. He complied, but craned his neck to watch her approach, and recognized one of his neckties in her hand. His pulse kicked up a beat at the sight of her devouring every inch of his bare skin with her eyes, and winding the silk around her fists. Twisting it. Untwisting it. Pulling it taut.
“Turn around and be still.”
“That’s one of my favorite ties.”
She placed it over his eyes, like a blindfold, and then knotted it tight at the back of his head. “That’s a shame. I doubt you’ll look at it quite the same way after this.”
The blindfold thing wasn’t going to work for him. He wanted to see her, damn it. “How long do you expect me to keep this on?”
“The question you need to ask yourself is, ‘How long can I take it?’ Your hands are free. Remove it whenever you feel too…dominated.”
Yeah, not in this lifetime. He lowered his hands.
“Unbuckle your belt.”
Okay, that gave him pause. “This ‘information’ you’ve read—did it by any chance involve a red room?” He pulled the leather from around his waist and held it out.