Hunter closed his eyes and refocused on his self-control, driving away the I’m-going-to-come-now urge. He wasn’t a teenager, and this wasn’t some supersmart high school senior he’d taken for a ride in his mother’s car. He wanted this woman now, tomorrow and the next day.
Opening his eyes, he watched her tongue run up from the base of his erection to the tip. His body told him he couldn’t take much more of her teasing.
“Maggie, I like this. Hell, you know I love it,” he gasped. “But I can’t take much more. When I come, I want to be inside you, face-to-face, watching you come with me.”
She gave him one last kiss before pulling back and looking up at him. “Right here?”
“On the bed.”
He watched her rise and back away from him slowly. When her legs hit the bed, she let herself fall. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked at him with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. “Are you coming?”
Hell, yes. But that brief glimpse of oh-my-God-am-I-doing-this-right in her gaze kept him from pouncing and burying himself inside her. When he entered her, he wanted her to be out of her mind with need, so focused on her own primal wants that she couldn’t second-guess herself. And he knew just how to get her there. He knew how to blow her fantasies out of the water.
Taking a step back, he searched for his clothes, bent over and pulled a condom out of his pocket, tossing it on the bed beside her. “For later.”
“Just one?”
“To start. But we’re not there yet.” Reaching for the hotel robe hanging on the bathroom door, he pulled the belt free. He smiled, letting his eyelids lower slightly.
“Do you trust me, Maggie?”
* * *
MAGGIE COULDN’T TAKE her eyes off the white sash in his hands. Her thighs clenched at the thought of what he might do with his makeshift rope. Bind her hands? Her feet? Strap her to the bed and take control of her body? The images set her need on edge.
But it all came down to trust. Did she trust him with her bo
dy? Yes. Her desire demanded it. Still, she hesitated. Did she trust herself not to panic when he restrained her? Could she give herself to him physically and keep her emotions in check, the ones that sent her into panic when she lost control?
“Maggie?”
“Yes,” she said simply. Hunter lunged before her lips had even closed around the word. He moved like a warrior intent on his prey. A visibly aroused, naked warrior.
Hovering over her, the sash pulled taut between his fists, he smiled wickedly. “I’m going to tie you up now.”
She’d never thought those words would feel like a caress on her skin, but her nipples hardened in response and she felt herself growing impossibly wet. She’d made the right choice. She wanted this.
“Hold out your arms.”
Maggie obeyed, letting her body fall back onto the down comforter. He moved onto the bed, straddling her abdomen, one knee on either side of her as he quickly and expertly bound her wrists together. Sash in one hand, he supported his upper body with the other, and as he leaned forward, he drew her arms up. She couldn’t see anything but Hunter, the stubble on his chin, the tension in his toned chest, and lower down the hardness she’d tasted earlier, but she heard the swish of the fabric as he tied her to the bedpost.
He pulled back, still kneeling over her. His gaze ran down from her hands to her breasts and his eyes narrowed, lips parted. Heaven help her, he looked like a man on a mission.
“Hunter?” Now that he had her here, at his mercy, what did he intend to do? She tried to lift her arms, tugging at the bonds. He’d left her barely an inch of leeway.
“Trust me, Maggie,” he said, his voice rough and low. “I’m going to take care of you.”
He leaned forward again, and for a second she wondered if he meant to loosen the sash a bit to reassure her, but then she felt his lips brush her arms, his tongue slip under the binding to graze her wrists. Her body writhed beneath him, her hesitation replaced with lust.
Slowly, he kissed a gentle trail down to her right elbow. He began to kiss, suck and explore the bend in her arm, making her breasts ache for his mouth. Arching up, she prayed he’d take the hint, but no, he remained focused on her arm.
Just when she thought she might scream kiss me lower, he shifted his weight back, hovering over her, close enough for his erection to brush her stomach. Finally, finally, he touched her breast, shock waves radiating from her sensitive skin.
But as quickly as he touched her, he stole his hand away, dropping his mouth to her collarbone.
“Lower,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
“Not yet, Maggie,” he murmured against her skin. “Not yet.”