Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(71)

He almost choked, not because he was adverse to her request, but because she’d duplicated his own thoughts and words. He’d planned to add the blindfold, but he’d been intrigued by having her promise not to move. “I will do my best.”

“Keep in mind that your turn comes next, so I will learn how to act from you.”

His Bliss was a clever one. He had never liked taking the passive role, but as he saw the joy and anticipation in Bliss’s gaze, he found himself willing to try. Spreading himself across the bed, he made himself comfortable and looked up at Bliss, a slow smile making its way across his face. “Do your worst, my dear.”

Her eyes wandered over him and it was her turn to smile.





Chapter Nineteen


Now what did she do? Bliss stared down at Stephan’s naked body and tried to decide where to begin and how to start. She refused to ask him any more questions. Her mind was flowing with ideas, but it was hard to choose just one. He was just so good to look at that she didn’t want to do anything else.

Ah, and why should she?

Reaching up, she grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her knees. And then she sat. She just sat and looked and examined and enjoyed. A brief debate flared in her mind as to where to begin, top or bottom? She did love his face, but she was much nearer to his feet and she’d never really taken the time to enjoy them. The feet then, and then she could move up his body. Or no, she’d skip around a bit so that she ended in the middle. That was the way to do it. The middle, or at least the lower middle, was definitely the place to finish. Her gaze landed on the exact ending spot for just a moment. Yes, that was definitely the place to finish. If she started there or reached it in the middle, that would also be the ending if she was coming to understand how these things worked.

It was a nice place to linger, however. So very interesting. She did wish she understood more about how the thing worked. Although, for all practical purposes, she supposed she was starting to know all the important and necessary things.

“Are you going to do anything?” Stephan asked, lifting his head from the pillows to look back at her.

“I am doing it. I am looking. Now let me tell you one more time, be quiet. I want to examine your feet.”



She could feel the words that rose to his lips, see his Adam’s apple bob, but he held it back and let his head rest back upon the pillows.

Toes. They were about the same as hers, although much larger and slightly hairier. Not truly hairy, but there were a few golden strands rising from the joint of the big toes. Did she have any hair there? She had to admit she wasn’t sure. Resisting the urge to check, she moved her perusal further. His feet were also large, really quite, quite large. She’d never noticed it in his boots or shoes.

Her gaze ran quickly up and then back down. Yes, he was big, but his feet were definitely quite large even in proportion to the rest of him. They were somewhat calloused upon the bottoms, but not very. The backs of his heels were somewhat rough. He must wear his boots often.

She placed a kiss on the top of one toe. It wiggled and she jerked back. “Be still.”

“Why did you kiss my toe?”

“I am marking off my territory.”

“Are you going to kiss everything you look at?”

She sighed. “Only if you’re good. Now, be quiet. I need to examine your ankles.”

“My ankles?”

She shot him a glare and made a show of considering the bones of his ankles. There wasn’t truly a lot to think about. They remained just ankles, very nice ankles, but still ankles. Pursing her lips she leaned forward as if to kiss him, but instead gave him a gentle nip, right on the inner side just above the knob of bone.



He jumped, but said nothing.

Calves. She had to admit she was rather fond of his calves. Long and firm, lightly sprinkled with hair. They made her want to stroke and touch. What would it feel like to rub her nipples across the bristling hairs? Her breasts swelled at the thought, the peaks eager to explore. It was wonderful to finally have her long-awaited answer about hair. Yes, he had it, and yes, she liked it. She liked it very much. She leaned forward, letting her nipples rest just above his calves.

Was she really thinking about rubbing her breast upon Stephan’s lower legs? And was she truly delighting at the thought?

A grin played about her lips. She was.

And why not? Given their loose definition of “kissing” surely a breast could kiss as well as lips. And she did need to move if she was going to continue this examination.

With a slow sensuous movement, she slid up his body, letting her breasts dangle so that the nipples just brushed along his calves. The abrasion of the small hairs upon her tender flesh was all that she had hoped and more. Her thighs clenched as the small jolts of lightning coursed through her. Such a small movement and so much sensation.

Rolling her shoulders, she played one breast and then the other.

And—and—well, he definitely liked that. The position had placed her gaze right where she had been determined it would not fall until the end, but it was very clear he was more than fond of her actions. How much more pleased would he be if she moved on to his thighs?

It was time to find out.

Lifting herself slightly, she focused herself first on his knees and then his thighs. Well, knees were knees. As with his ankles they were quite nice, but…