She nodded, her eyes dilated with the same need riding him.
“Then you need to let me turn on the lights. I want to see all of you.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. This was a defining moment. She’d stay or she’d say red. Everything inside him rebelled
at the possibility of losing her before he’d really had her.
“Lights?” he asked, easing off the bed and stepping closer to the panel on the wall.
A small nod.
“Then I need to hear you say it.”
She narrowed her gaze, and he appreciated the spunk he saw there.
“You can turn on the lights,” she said at last. He didn’t miss the wariness in her tone.
But he grinned. She had her issues—who didn’t?—but she had backbone, and he liked that about her.
“You won’t regret it.” He hit the switch and turned on the overheads, dimming them for mood but keeping the glow that would enable him to see her creamy skin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She opened her mouth, probably to argue, and immediately closed it again. He liked a quick learner, not that he’d mind more punishment. His hand tingled at the thought, and his cock throbbed in agreement. He found it disconcerting to know he’d rather have her trust than the pleasure he found in the control of punishment.
He walked toward the bed, eased down beside her, gratified at the small inhale of breath as he leaned in close and smelled the sexy scent of her arousal.
One hand in her hair, he slid his lips along her jawline, inhaling her intoxicating light perfume, trailed a path down her neck, and settled in to nibble near her collarbone. He tasted the slightly salty tang of her skin before skimming his other hand up her side, cupping one beautifully full breast in his hand.
He ran a thumb over her nipple, feeling it peak even more beneath his touch. “Hungry?” he asked, massaging and tweaking the bud between two fingers.
“Starved,” she said, the word a drawn-out moan as she writhed on the bed, her hands pulling at the bindings he wouldn’t release.
“Then we should eat. But I wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes.”
Releasing her breast, he stood and began to undress, aware of her heated gaze watching him with definite approval as he pulled off his shirt. Reaching for the button on his jeans, he eased the zipper down, over his straining, aching erection.
She watched, eyes wide, dilated, mouth parted, and he found it damned arousing, especially when a soft moan escaped from the back of her throat.
“You see? Having the lights on isn’t just for me.” He reached down and took his cock in hand, pumping from base to head in long strokes.
Her eyes widened even more. “You’re a tease, Decklan Dare.”
He hadn’t been, before her. “You bring that out in me.”
A pleased smile lifted her lips.
He settled in beside her and picked up the bowl of ice cream. “Now we eat.”
FOUR
Amanda couldn’t say she’d had a man feed her before, never mind in bed while she was bound, but that’s what Decklan did.
He held out a spoonful for her to taste. “Open.”
She did as he asked and was rewarded with the most delicious cold treat on her tongue. There was something decadent about being tied up and taken care of. Something freeing. She wasn’t even focused on her body anymore. The hot look in his eyes had all but taken care of that.
“Oreo?” she asked, running her tongue along her lips.
His indigo gaze followed the movement. “Cookies and cream.” He fed her another bite.