Imagine With Me (With Me in Seattle 15)

“When it comes to cards, yes. I’ve been going easy on you.”

He laughs as he picks up his cards, and then, without saying a word, he simply stands up and takes off his shorts.

“You just gave up,” I say.

He shows me his cards, and I bust up laughing. “Yeah, good call. That’s a losing hand if ever I saw one.”

My eyes roam over him, taking him in from head to toe.

He’s sculpted with muscles in all the right places, and he’s not too beefy. No, he’s lean and toned and just…delicious.

And even after the sex marathon in the shower, I want him again.

I crook my finger, beckoning for him to come closer. He obliges, and I turn in my seat, now eye-level with his impressive cock that’s quickly hardening under the scrutiny of my gaze.

But I don’t touch it. Instead, I let my fingertips glide over his smooth hips, across his abs, and I place a kiss on his upper thigh just under that sexy V.

His fingers sweep my hair back.

“We need to talk, Lexi.”

My eyes dart up to his. “Okay.”

“I’d like to play this afternoon, but I need to warn you that you might need your safe word for this.”

I feel my eyebrows climb in surprise. Excitement takes hold in my belly.

“Really?”

He nods solemnly. “I need you to promise to use it if you need to.”

“Okay, I promise.”

He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, and then he leads me down the hall to our bedroom. When we’re standing in the middle of the room, he turns to me, then frames my face and kisses me lightly.

“I want you to take your clothes off and stay right here. Don’t go to the bed. Okay?”

I nod.

“Answer me with words, Lexi.”

“I understand.”

He turns away and walks to the closet, and I get to work stripping out of my clothes. He’s more intense this afternoon, and I’m excited to see where he’s going to take this. I’m standing right where he left me, naked as the day I was born, when he turns back and crosses to me.

He’s carrying rope.

My eyes find his in surprise. “You want to tie me up?”

“Very much.” He takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to calm down. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. Here.”

He lets me hold the rope in my hands. It’s red and smooth. It feels like nylon.

“This is a soft rope so it won’t bite into your skin at all. It won’t chafe. It’s not meant to hurt you, it’s meant to restrain you while I give you pleasure, that’s all. I want to make sure you understand that I’m not trying to harm you.”

I immediately smile at him. “You’d never hurt me.”

His eyes soften as he reaches out and drags his thumb over the apple of my cheek. “No, I wouldn’t.”

I pass the rope back to him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just trust me.”

“Done.”

He kisses me, softly at first, and then with more intensity until we’re both panting with need.

“You’re fecking incredible,” he growls, his Irish as thick as I’ve heard it, as he gathers my hands in front of me and ties them together, making an intricate knot. “I’ve done a little studying in the art of Shibari, which is basically knots and bondage. I think it’s beautiful. I’m not in the BDSM lifestyle, it just doesn’t interest me, but the ropes do.

“I won’t tie them so tight that you can’t get out of them if you really want to, or so I can’t easily remove them from you if needed. You’re never in danger.”

“I appreciate you reassuring me, Shawn. I’m not afraid. This is fascinating, and sexy. And I’m totally into it.”

He nods, and with my hands tied in front of me, leads me to the bed. He helps me lie down in the center of the mattress and lifts my hands over my head, tying them to the wooden headboard.

“Does this hurt your shoulders?”

“Nope.”

I’m not nervous in the least. I’m almost giddy with excitement. I don’t know what he plans to do next, but I’m ready for it. Every single thing Shawn has done with or to me since we started this physical relationship has been nothing short of amazing.

I can’t imagine this will be any different.

With my hands restrained above me, all I can do is watch as Shawn reaches for a ribbon that I didn’t see before. He drags it over my skin, across my nipples and between my legs.

The light sensation sends goose bumps over my flesh.

“You like that,” he says with a grin. “What about this?”

He leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks hard, and then nibbles it until it’s just this side of too much sensation.

I cry out and squirm beneath him. I want to touch him, but all I can do is wiggle in the restraints.