Tell Me You Want Me (Search and Seduce, #2)(31)

She walked over, and Dex had to curse his dick to wait, because there was a sexy woman in nothing but lingerie and duct tape, clicking those sexy heels through his house. A woman like her was his prisoner tonight, and he wanted to savor it. Play with her a little. No matter how hard his cock was, he’d enjoy this game for as long as he could.

She eyed the door, then him, then her bound wrists. Damn, there was something sexy about her red hair, creamy skin, and duct tape. She stepped between him and the door, effectively placing her ass against this crotch. She knew what she was doing. And so did he. And so did his cock, which he had to curse once more to calm the hell down.

“Like this?” she said, slowly running her wrists up and down the edge of the door. Except she was bending as she did it. A full-body kind of bend that was going to make him go off sooner than that damn tape. At this rate, he wouldn’t get to play with her or teach her much, because he was ready to use that duct tape in different ways.

“Sort of.” He had to clear a cough from his throat. The way her ass nestled against his front was way, way too good. “Try it faster.”

She did. Running her bound wrists against the door more frantically, trying to wear out the tape, yet once again, her whole body got in on the action. Jesus, he was going to come faster than a damn teenager grinding for the first time.

“Stop jiggling so much,” he said quickly and stepped back from her gyrating body that was rubbing all the right places.

She stopped and spun to face him.

“Excuse me,” she said, her bound hands in front of her, pointing at him. “Nothing about me jiggles, thank you very much.”

Dex smiled and cupped her breast.

“One area does. But I’m not complaining, princess.”

He dropped his hand, and she huffed. Seemed she wanted more. That small contact had made her go soft, but now she was glaring again. She wasn’t getting her way. He could see it in her eyes, and damn, that excited him. She wanted him. Was trying to get him. And now she was pouting because he wasn’t making it easy for her.

She’d just have to get used to that. He was the boss tonight, after all.

“I’m supposed to use my surroundings, right?” she asked sweetly, and Dex was almost worried at what she had planned. Those blue eyes were fused to him.

“That’s right.”

She gently lifted her hands up over his head and rested them around his neck. She was in his arms, face to face, locked against him.

“Well, I was getting nowhere with the door. Maybe I’ll have better luck using a different kind of tool,” she said, and Dex flashed to the first night with her in the forest. She’d called him the tool. Now with her hands literally fastened around him, he knew she was right in more ways than one.

She leaned in, and he thought she’d kiss him. But instead, she wiggled, trying to get around his shoulders. Which she did. And slowly started to kneel. Her arms came down around him like a hula-hoop.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

When she was kneeling before him, her bound hands resting against his ass, she looked up with those big blue eyes and smiled.

“I’m being resourceful,” she said, “and improving our situation.” She was eye level with his cock, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. The damn thing was straining against his jeans and all but begging for her.

“Would you be a dear and remove your shirt, please?” she asked kindly, and Dex tore it off.

She was the one on her knees, and yet he’d obey any command she gave.

“Mmm, I love your skin,” she said and leaned in to press a kiss on his lower stomach. She licked along the band of his jeans, and when that sweet tongue scraped over the head of his cock peeking past his waistband, he shuddered.

“Wow, you really can’t be contained, can you?” she said with a smile and gently nipped his hip bone.

“Every part of me is here to assist you, ma’am,” he said.

“Oh good, because you seem to be just the right kind of man for the job I have.”

There was no way he could possibly be this lucky…

But when she tugged on his belt with nothing but her teeth, he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He had no idea how she did it, but he looked at her, transfixed by her tongue and teeth opening his belt.

When his belt loosened and his pants hung open, his cock peeked out, and she eagerly licked along its soft skin. God, she was right there, tempting and teasing, and he wanted to feel her hot mouth on him. Wanted to tear the barrier of his pants away.

“Hmmm, we should get those pants all the way off.” She blinked up at him, her smile right by his cock, and he was ready to go to his own damn knees and beg. Beg to have her mouth on him. “I’d love to stay down here and have more of you,” she said, “but I need my hands for that.”

Done.

He didn’t care about the game anymore or anything else. He pulled the small knife he carried with him from his pocket, flicked it open, and reached around to cut the duct tape from her wrists in one clean swipe.

Her hands came free instantly. He sheathed the knife and tossed it behind him.

Her hands still had the ripped duct tape on them as she pulled his pants down past his hips. She gazed up at him just as she reached for his cock.

“Looks like I was able to get free using my surroundings after all.”