Stephen moved closer. “I’m right here, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” His heated gaze roamed over her bound body. “You look like a work of art I can’t afford. No one could take their eyes off of you.”
She was already hearing moans and the sounds of paddles and chains. Ken was discussing a tricky knot with his mentee, but she knew she’d be returned to solid ground soon. Too soon. “I think the shows over, Stephen. It sounds like the party is just getting started.”
He glanced around and his eyebrows rose. “They must be blind. I could look at you all night.”
“All night?”
Bending down, he kissed her cheek and traced her parted lips with his fingers. “No. Not like this. I need you naked in my bed.”
She trembled and the ropes trembled with her. She sucked one of his fingers into her mouth and he groaned.
“Tanaka?” Stephen called, impatient. “Can you get Natasha out of this?”
Ken moved closer, caution in his tone. “I don’t know, Senator. Can you stop treating her like a paid escort?”
“Ken,” Tasha released Stephen’s finger from her mouth and sighed. “Please.”
Stephen glared at Ken over her bound body, but he didn’t argue with him. “Just get her down.”
The sounds of pain and pleasure were growing louder in the room as Ken worked her loose, lowering her to her feet. She wove unsteadily while he dealt with her cradle and harness, and Stephen stepped forward to grip her waist with his strong hands.
Once she looked up into his eyes, she couldn’t look away. She wasn’t sure how long it took Ken to remove the last of the rope and rub the circulation back into her limbs. At some point Stephen released her so he could slip out of his jacket and wrap it around her trembling shoulders.
“I’m betting our state representative will deal with your aftercare,” Ken murmured, surprising her with his proximity. “Senator? Could you at least take her up to your room? You’re making the orgy participants uncomfortable.”
She would have laughed, but she couldn’t respond, couldn’t see anything but deep Finn-blue.
Stephen picked her up in his arms. “Can you lift your legs around me?”
She locked her ankles behind his back obediently, wrapping her arms around his neck as he turned and somehow made his way through the crowd without falling over anyone mid-sex party.
Tasha kissed him, and he groaned hotly into her mouth. She had no idea how they got up the stairs, but she drew back for a breath in time to see a red-faced Brady holding open their bedroom door. “All clear.”
She could have told him he didn’t have to worry, that Ken had solved that problem, but that would mean she had to stop kissing Stephen long enough to have a conversation. She didn’t have the willpower for that. Not now.
She needed him.
Chapter Ten
As soon as the door closed Stephen fell to his knees with her still in his arms, lowering her until her back was on the floor, his jacket spread out beneath her.
His mouth left hers to travel down her neck, biting and kissing her bare skin as though he hadn’t had her for years instead of hours. As though he’d never get enough. Tasha ran her hands through his hair, tightening her legs around his waist and lifting her hips wantonly, trying to show him what she needed.
He growled, his mouth over the black lace of her bra. “Too many clothes.”
“Shred it,” she whispered. “I want your mouth on me.”
He tore a hole in the lace with his fingers and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking her hard into his mouth.
“Yes,” she cried, her body already on fire with adrenaline and lust.
He moved away, kissing his way down to her stomach, continuing to caress her breast with one hand and using the other to destroy the lace of her underwear so he could get at her wet sex.
“Oh God, Stephen.”
“Need you,” he moaned, moving lower until his lips were closing over her clit. “Need to taste you.”
Tasha lifted her legs over his shoulders and tugged his head closer. He moaned in response, tracing her folds with his tongue and pressing it against her clit.
“More,” she demanded raggedly. “Please.”
So good. Her hips lifted again. Desperate. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t get him deep enough to ease the ache inside her.
The sounds he was making when his tongue filled her vibrated against her sensitive skin, making her shudder. “Yes. Oh God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Stephen.”
A pained noise escaped his chest, and then he was leaning over her with her legs still over his shoulders as he reached down to swiftly undo his pants.
That first, hard thrust made them both moan in mindless pleasure. Her hands fell to her sides and Stephen’s covered them, tangling their fingers as he started to move.