“Yes.”
“Condom, Thor.”
I reached over to the bedside table and fumbled. My hands weren’t steady.
All her fault.
Impatiently, she slid off me to stretch toward the drawer to do the honors herself. “Well, well. There’s a lot more in here than a box of condoms.”
My neck heated. “I’m open-minded.”
Her eyebrow lifted when she came out with a pair of black steel cuffs. “Are you now?”
I swallowed. “Damn, girl.”
She dropped the cuffs back into the drawer. “I’ll remember those.”
“Yes, please.”
She snatched a condom out of the mess of lubricants, oils, and whatever else ended up in there. The women I’d been with in the past weren’t exactly the shy types—mostly.
She rubbed her breast across my arm before she lifted her leg to get on me like her motorcycle. She dropped the condom on my chest, then braceleted my wrists in each of her strong hands to drag my arms above my head.
“So, do you like to be the cuffer or the cuffee?”
“Take down your hair for me, Ruby.” The plea was nearly a groan. I didn’t even care. I was close to begging at this point.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I don’t mind being under your control.”
Her eyes flashed. “Hmm.” She lowered her face to mine. When I lifted my head to kiss her, she moved out of reach. “You don’t mind being under my control, right?”
I swallowed. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“Too late.”
She let my wrists free. “Don’t move.”
I groaned, but I left my hands where they were. Suddenly, I wished I’d taken the time to get a proper headboard, because I had a feeling I would need it.
She shimmied down my belly to lower her mouth just above the straining shaft of my cock. She smiled at me as she reached back to tug out her hair tie. All that fiery softness slithered around my belly as she pushed up my shirt, scraping her teeth over my skin then easing the bite with a soft kiss.
I was about ready to jack off into the air, but this time, she hauled my thermal over my head, only to leave it trapping my hands together. She positioned herself on my lap and found the condom that had fallen onto the bed.
“I didn’t get a chance to enjoy all of this the first few times we did this.”
I groaned. “Enjoy all you want.”
“I intend to.” She ripped the foil and took me in hand to roll the latex down my length. Inching forward, she rose up to her full height on her knees. And I was so very grateful for those Amazonian legs right now.
She rolled her hips as she took me. Her head fell back as she slowly lowered herself onto me, inch by torturous inch. Then she tipped her hips forward to take even more.
I struggled out of the shirt binding my hands to reach for her. She didn’t even bother trying to tell me to stay still. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. I was too far gone to play games as we raced to the sweaty finish. She gripped my shoulders as our bodies synced up, pushing and pulling, accepting and giving.
My hand slid up her slick back to fist her hair. Her eyes flew open and our gazes locked as she rocked against me faster and faster. Sunlight
haloed her hair, turning it burnished gold. I lifted my hips to meet her. All my muscles burned, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let go until she was with me.