“Let them.” There were no other buildings in sight as tall as their hotel, which made it pretty damn difficult for anyone to catch a peek of her.
“Do you think I’m the type of man who’d run the risk of another person seeing his woman naked?”
His woman? She stood upright, then continued with the teasing act by smoothing her hands along the sides of her body. “Do you think I’m the type of woman to let a man stop me from doing what I want?”
At the feel of his hand sliding beneath her mass of hair to grasp the nape of her neck, she remembered the fantasy that’d inspired her orgasm earlier in the shower.
He held her gently, guiding her around with that one touch until she faced him. His brows were drawn tight, his eyes dark with arousal.
“You will not take a bath in front of a window with the curtains open, I can promise you that.” He brought his face closer to hers, and she tipped her chin, preparing to be defiant. Why did this thrill her so much? Why did she love how he was a gentleman outside the bedroom, but in there, a dominant force to be reckoned with? And every part of her wanted to be controlled by him.
But resisting a little first would be more fun, so she couldn’t help herself.
Because the woman she was tonight and really ever since he showed up in Mexico, was a far cry from the one she’d been since becoming a mother thirteen years ago. She’d buried that wilder, semi-reckless side of herself. And he was bringing her back to life. Hell, she felt more alive now than ever.
“And yet, the curtains are still open,” she reminded him. His jaw strained, as if angry at himself for allowing her to stand there as long as she already had. But still, he didn’t budge.
“You’re being awfully bratty tonight.” He tipped his head, his wickedly sexy mouth nearly slanting over hers. “What is it that you want, Sydney?”
“I just want to be yours,” she confessed a bit breathlessly. He groaned and captured her mouth, drawing her against him with one hand on her ass and his other still holding the back of her neck.
His tongue met hers with such a ferocious intensity that she nearly fell back into the tub, but he kept her upright with his firm grip.
After exploring her mouth with his tongue, he eased back and stared deep into her eyes. “I don’t want you moving once I get you in position . . . you good with that?” He released her and stepped away.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” she eagerly gave him her permission. “I trust you.”
His eyes narrowed at her use of the word trust before he ran his hand over the length of her throat and down to her breast, clasping it a bit roughly. And damn, did she like that.
Still holding her eyes, he leaned in and nipped her lip. “Say stop anytime. Okay?”
Wasn’t going to happen, but if he needed to hear it, sure. “Do I need a specific safe word, is that how all this works?”
“Honestly, I’ve never done anything like this. This has only happened in my head with you.”
She ran her tongue along the line of her lips.
“So, what’s your safe word?”
“Mmmm. I’m good with just saying stop, not that I’ll need to.”
“Stop,” he repeated with a nod. “Okay.”
He let go of her as his hand traveled to the buttons of his dress shirt, and she groaned at the loss of his touch. But with every button coming undone, it had her anticipation building more and more.
He finally peeled his shirt back, exposing his golden tan skin, and she reached forward, prepared to smooth a hand over his chest hair, but he shook his head. A reminder to not move. And he’d clearly meant that in every possible sense.
Beckett moved around the tub, his pants the only thing still on after he’d discarded his loafers and shirt. As promised, he drew the curtains together, but then he shut off the water and approached her once again.
“You can take a bath after. You’ll probably be sore,” he rasped while removing his belt.
She gulped, wondering if he planned to use it on her, but then he tossed it to the ground and quickly removed his pants and black briefs.
He surprised her by scooping her into his arms, then carried her to the bed. He set her on the edge and demanded, “Stay seated, sweetheart. And you’re going to do exactly what I say. What do you think will happen if you don’t?”
She set both palms alongside her, staring at him as he lowered to his knees on the floor. Her heart jumped when he grabbed her hips and nearly pulled her off the bed, drawing her pussy closer to him. “You won’t give me what I want?” she whispered her answer. “Or . . .”
God, this was new. She didn’t know how to navigate it all. Did she tell this man she wanted him to torture her a little, but in some type of pleasurable way? That’s a thing, right? God, she wished she’d read more than that one romance book to know what to say or do.
He winked. “I guess you’ll find out if you misbehave.”
She chewed on her lip, curious what was going to happen next.
He ran his finger along the inside of her thigh before drawing her leg up, positioning her foot above his pec, and then did the same with the other. “Stay like that.”
Her back was arched a bit, and she rested her forearms on the bed.
“I’m guessing you’re going to want to move. So, push your feet against me instead.” He ran his finger over the lips of her sex, and she flinched with excitement from the gentle touch. “I’d rather find something to hold you down, but this is the best I can do for now.”
“Oh? And what would you like to do if you could?” She inhaled a shaky breath and let it go. “Tell me.”
He angled his head, drawing his gaze from her wet center to meet her eyes. “Cuff your ankles to something to keep your legs spread open for me. Bind your wrists.” His dark eyes looked nearly haunted by his need for her, and she had a feeling her eyes were but a mirror of his.
She was desperate for this man to do anything and absolutely everything to her. Whatever he desired. She wanted it. All of it.
“That’s how I imagined you in my head during my shower this morning,” he said like a confession, but in her mind, he needed no absolution.
“And what happened next? What would you do to me? Your words, they’re . . . making me even wetter.” She’d never known words could be so . . . sexually powerful?
He smirked and surprised her by bringing his mouth near her sex, his tongue peeking out between his lips without yet touching her. She shifted closer with desperation to have his mouth on her, but he pulled his face back as a reminder “not to move.”
“Mm. Now I understand the need to tie me up.” She smiled, and the dark hint of a smile from him was all she got in return before he ran the flat part of his tongue over her sex. She followed his order, only pushing against his hard body with her feet in response to what felt like eternal bliss from one stroke of his tongue.
And then his mouth was gone again.
Torture, all right.
She was already panting from just this moment alone.
“I want you to watch. The whole time. I need you to see how beautiful you look,” he ordered in a low, deep voice.
She bit down on her back teeth while watching him touch her most sensitive part, worshiping her. Then he set a small kiss there, and when he looked up, he withdrew his mouth. Oh, God. Yesss.