She was wet at the mere image of her sprawled across his big bed, naked and her arms and legs tied to each post. Her legs wide, her sex open as he bent between her thighs and licked her there. A shudder moved through her as she settled into his car, and he noticed.
Eric leaned against the door, a naughty smile curving his delectable mouth. “You like that, don’t you?”
Stacy nodded and remained silent, her hands folded primly in her lap. He slammed the door shut and rounded the car, sliding into the driver’s seat with an unrestrained eagerness. Sticking the key into the ignition, he started the car, casting her a sidelong glance as he pulled away from the curb.
“Don’t you look all prim and proper sitting there quietly? You are such a contradiction. I think that’s what I love best about you.”
He pulled fully onto the street and headed in the direction of his apartment. All the while she absorbed his words, the tiny revelation he made and probably didn’t even realize.
Using the word love wasn’t a casual thing for him, she knew. Did this mean he really loved her? If only he would tell her. Maybe she should tell him first. But every time she’d done that in the past, it ended up backfiring in her face.
Big time.
She didn’t want to get hurt. She’d been hurt too much too many times. Eric had the potential for hurting her worse than any of the other men she’d been with put together. He held her fragile heart in the palm of his hand. It would take nothing for him to crush it into a thousand tiny little pieces until they scattered into the window, forgotten. Neglected.
Unloved.
Sitting straighter in her seat, she made a plan. She would let him tie her up. There was no denying it, the image aroused her beyond reason. But she was also going to use it as a sign of trust. With trust comes love.
And she was willing to trust him with her heart.
Forever.
Chapter Ten
Stacy sprawled across his bed, her wrists and ankles bound with soft velvet cuffs he’d bought just for this, just for her. Kinky bastard she knew him to be, she’d asked point-blank if he used them on someone else before.
It felt damn good to say she was the first. The look of relief and pleasure on her pretty face told him it was worth it.
From now on, Eric planned on putting her first in everything he did. Something he’d never really done before. He’d always been so damn selfish, even with Brandon, hell even with Austin oh, so long ago. All of his relationships, he’d thought of the other but ultimately he came first.
Not so with Stacy. He felt as if he’d do anything to please her.
Her naked body practically vibrated as he stared at her, her breasts jiggling as she struggled lightly against the arm cuffs. Her legs were spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her pretty pink pussy. She was wet, the delicate folds glistened with her juices and he had the overwhelming urge to lick her there. Feast from her until she came against his lips, on his tongue.
With a languor he didn’t feel whatsoever he stripped, removing each article of his clothing one by one. Slowly dropping his shirt, his jeans, his underwear, even his socks on the floor in a small pile. All the while she watched with her greedy eyes as they roamed over him, her body tense, her rosy nipples so hard they looked painful.
She was satiny smooth, soft skin and slender curves. Her flesh glowed in the gentle light from the one lamp that burned on his bedside table, and he went to the sliding glass door that led onto a small balcony and slowly pushed the curtains open.
“What are you doing?” Alarm tinged her voice and she struggled yet again against the restraints. Her movements were futile. He had her locked up tight.
All his for the night.
“Don’t worry. We’re high up enough that no one can see us.” He was on the third floor of the apartment building. “And besides, even if someone sees us, sees you, doesn’t that appeal to your secret voyeuristic tendencies?”
She stilled, watching him with a trace of fear in her wide eyes. Fear and a healthy dose of arousal.
His girl was such a secret little freak. He found it both amusing and a complete turn on. He’d already thought this about a million times, but he couldn’t help thinking it again.
How’d he get so damn lucky?
“You enjoy pushing me beyond my boundaries, don’t you?” She didn’t sound pissed, which he thought was a good sign.
Shrugging, he walked toward the bed and stood near the end of it. He reached out and drew his index finger down the center of her right foot. It flexed and stretched beneath his touch. “What’s the point of establishing boundaries if you don’t push past them and create new boundaries?”
“I’ve never thought of it that way,” she confessed. A little gasp escaped her when he knelt in front of the foot of the bed and wrapped both his hands around her foot, squeezing gently. “God, that feels good.”
“I didn’t realize you had a foot fetish.” He caressed the bottom of her foot, her heel. Leaned down and dropped a kiss to each red-painted toenail, he even licked them with little flicks of his tongue. “I didn’t realize I had a foot fetish either.”