I inhaled deeply and told him, “Every scent I ever want to breathe in again is right here in this room.” Exotic spice, orange, candles, and Dane.
I leaned into him, my breasts gliding against his slick chest, puckering my nipples. I nipped at his clenched jaw and whispered, “What if I just slid all over you?”
His eyes blazed. “You think you’re going to make me harder than I already am?”
“Ah, a challenge.” I winked. The satin sash was still attached to the floor post. I snatched it as it curled in the corner of the bed and tied Dane’s wrists. Then I leaned back, still straddling his torso.
My hands were slightly coated with the oil and I palmed my breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples with my fingers and thumbs.
“Goddamn, Ari.” His gaze was fixed on me.
“Let’s see how you do when you’re the one who’s restrained.”
“You don’t really think I’ll just lie here and not touch you?”
“What choice do you have?”
He smirked. Tugged on the silk binding. It loosened. Shit. I should have known he was too strong for any knot I’d tie.
“Fine,” I said. “You’ll do it because I want you to.”
He didn’t dispute my logic.
Quite pleased with myself, I stroked his chest and leaned toward him, giving him my own searing kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to take the lead and kiss him deeply, empowered by how strongly he reacted to me.
The sudden flash of dominance created a heady sensation and I tugged at the corners of his mouth with my lips.
Sitting back, I spared a glance at the sash he’d loosened even more, as though he really couldn’t resist touching me but held himself in check because I’d asked it of him.
I grinned triumphantly. “You really will give me whatever I want, won’t you?”
His look was a steady, intense one. “I’ve been saying that all along, haven’t I?”
My heart fluttered. My hands skated over his pecs, down to his abs. I peered at him under my lashes. “And if I want to drive you completely crazy, so that you have to have me instantly…?”
“Note that I’ve already freed myself from your ties. But I’m still playing your game.”
A wicked thrill chased through me.
With one hand, I continued to caress my breast. The other hand skimmed over the satin to wipe off the oil. Then I lifted off him, coming up on my knees. I rubbed my clit with two fingers in a slow, circular motion, the way I had that night in my office when he’d demanded it of me. When he’d watched me. When he’d gotten so hard, his cock had strained the fly of his pants.
I already felt his erection nudging against me from behind. I wanted to make him half out of his mind.
My gaze locked with his as I stroked in a measured pace that heightened my own arousal because of the way Dane stared so intently. The way he absorbed the full effect of what I did—and the impact it had on him.
“You know I want to do that for you,” he said in an edgy voice.
“That’s the point you made when you were on the phone with Ethan. If you can’t, you still want to watch.”
“I’m not on the phone.”
“But it makes you hot, right?”
His biceps tightened, as though he were just about ready to give up the pretense of me restraining him.
“It makes me want to flip you onto your back and fuck you hard,” he said. “The way you like it.”
The intensity of his expression, and his words, jolted me.