All of her—all of me is already begging for release.
I bite my tongue. My bottom lip. My index finger.
Nothing takes the edge off.
I need him here.
Touching me.
Kissing me.
Fucking me.
Now.
I cross my legs. Uncross them. Press them together. Pry them apart.
It only amplifies the ache between them.
I can't wait any longer.
I'm going to burst if I don't get him now.
There are footsteps downstairs. They're far away. They stay far away for too long.
Then they move closer.
Up the stairs.
Down the hall.
He pulls the door open and shuts it behind him.
It's just us, alone in here, the rest of the world far away.
It's just me and Brendon alone in his bedroom.
About to have sex.
Fuck, it's hot in here. I'm so wracked with desire I can barely move.
"Good girl." His voice is heavy with approval.
It makes my sex clench.
He moves toward me. "Stand up."
I do.
"Turn around."
It's strange, spinning on my heels, but I like everything about the heat of his gaze.
He runs his fingers over the waistband of my panties. "Fucking beautiful, angel."
My breath catches in my throat.
"Look at me."
I turn back to him. I study every inch of him. The intensity in his dark eyes. The short, dark hair. Perfect for my hands. Perfect for pulling when his face is between my legs.
Where the hell did that come from?
Some dirty version of me is taking over.
One who demands what she wants.
One without nerves or hang-ups.
"Take off your bra," he commands.
I hesitate. But I need more of that look in his eyes—the one that says the sight of me sets him on fire.
I reach behind my back to unhook my bra then let it fall off my shoulders.
I'm topless for him.
On display for him.
He drinks me in like I'm cool water and he's a desert traveler. He savors every inch of me. Then his gaze fixes on my chest.
"Fuck, Kay. You have no idea how much I want those nipples in my mouth."
"Why don't you?"
"This first." He drags his hand over my side. His touch is soft. Slow. With utmost control.
He cups my breast with his hand. His thumb stops just short of my nipple.
It's a tease.
A delicious, agonizing tease.
He draws circles with his thumb, so, so close to where it needs to be. He does it until I'm panting. Until I'm clutching at his t-shirt.
Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
Again.
Again.
"Brendon," I breathe. "Please."
"Take off your panties."
I slide them off my hips. Kick them from my ankles.
He drags his hand down my side, over my hip. "Turn around."
This time, I don't hesitate.
"Touch the ground."
My... Uh...
"Now."
I must be going out of my mind. Because I'm not stopping him. I'm not saying what's wrong with you?
There isn't a single part of me that objects.
I want to be on display for him.
This on display for him.
I roll from my hips as slowly as I can.
There.
My fingers skim the hardwood.
Then it's my palms.
Thank God for my exercise routine. I can hold this position for as long as I need to.
He moves closer. So his crotch is against mine. So I can feel his hard-on against my sex.
He's hard from the sight of me.
Fuck, it's thrilling.
Intoxicating.
Those damn jeans are in the way, but still, that's Brendon pressed against me.
Almost mine.
God, I need him to be mine.
This is the kind of pure, overwhelming desire I've been missing the last year.
It hurts.
But in the best possible way.
He brings his hands to my waist and peels my torso up. Until it's pressed against his, my back against his chest, my ass against his crotch, my head against his chin.
He holds me in place with one hand.
Runs the other up and down my side. My hip. My ass. My chest.
This time, his thumb brushes my nipple.
Fuck, that feels good.
I let out a groan.
Another.
Another.
He toys with me like I'm made for him. Then it's his index finger. Middle. Ring. Pinkie.
He moves to my other breast and does the same.
He shifts his hips so his cock grinds against my ass.
He was right.
I do feel like I'm his.
And I trust him to lead me anywhere.
It's scary how much I trust him with my body. But I feel too good to care.
He drags his lips over my neck as he toys with my nipples.
He toys and toys and toys.
Fuck, my sex is aching.
"Please," I breathe.
"You'll come when I say you come."
The demanding tone makes my sex clench.
God, he's so sexy in control.
I want it. All of it.
He rocks his hips against me, his cock against the flesh of my ass.
Those jeans are in the way.
There's too much in the way.
He teases and teases and teases.
I'm panting when he pulls his arm to his side.
"On the bed," he growls. "On your back. Now."
I sit on the bed. My eyes lock with his as I slide up it. Then they lose his as I lower myself onto my back.
"Fuck, Kay." He places his body between my legs. Drags his fingertips over my calf, up my inner thigh. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want to taste your cunt."
My breath catches in my throat.
His fingers dig into my inner thighs. One. Then the other.
He pins my legs to the bed.
Leans down to drag his lips over the inside of my knee.
Up my thigh.
Almost.
Almost.
Almost—
I gasp as his lips brush my clit. Fuck, that's intense.
My hands reach for something. The sheets.
His hair.
But he grabs my wrist.
Pins my arm to the bed.
Fuck. The pressure of his palm against my wrist—
The way he's holding me down—
It pushes me to the edge.
He teases me again.
Another soft brush of his lips.
Another tease.
Another.
Another.
Then he's moving over every inch of me. Feather light. It sets my nerves on fire. It has every part of me awake and alive. Alive in a way I haven't been in a very, very long time.
I reach for him with my free hand.
He reacts instantly. Grabs my wrist. "Do that again and I'll have to tie you up."
Mmm.
Yes.
Please.
I bring both hands to his head. Tug at his hair.
He looks up at me with his eyes on fire. He's assessing me. Figuring something out.
But what?
I don't know.
He nods. "Hands over your head."
Slowly, he shifts off my body. He reaches into the bedside drawer. Pulls something out. A pair of padded black handcuffs.
My breath catches in my throat.
It's so fucking hot, Brendon holding handcuffs.
He slides them over my wrists then pulls, then slides two fingers under the right cuff. Pulls them tight.