Wild With You (Independence Falls 4)

“I gave you my word.”

Taking her lower lip between his teeth, he stripped her black shirt off. The feeling of the silky fabric moving over her skin sent shivers up and down her arms. Tossing the shirt onto his shoulder, he focused on the front clasp of her bra.

He struggled with the plastic closure. Anticipation swelled as his fingers brushed back and forth over her bare skin and she debated helping him.

The clasp gave and he slipped her bra off, tossing it behind him. His palms covered her breasts and she closed her eyes, leaning into him.

“So damn perfect.” He released his hold, sliding his hands around to the back of her skirt. He conquered her zipper on the first try, and her skirt fell to the floor at her feet.

Brody didn’t waste a second, sliding the black thong down her legs. “Step out,” he ordered.

She obeyed, and her panties followed her bra into the dark area beyond his hotel room’s entryway.

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p; “Put your hands behind your back,” he said.

“Planning to tie me up?” She’d never ventured into bondage games. Offering control during sex, or anywhere else, had never appealed to her.

“Yes.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.

“Do we need a safe word?” she gasped, savoring the feel of his mouth on her skin.

“No.” His gaze met hers, his brown eyes deep dark pools of need. She could get lost just looking at him, her world narrowing down to Brody and desire. Nothing more. Maybe she already was.

“If you say no at any point,” he continued, “if you tell me to stop, I will. You can trust me on that.”

“OK.”

Oh yes, she’d fallen head over heels into desire.

He guided her hands into position and her body responded to the contact. One touch and her breasts begged to be next. Need pulsed through her, leaving her aching to press her thighs together. The firm line separating her likes from dislikes blurred.

Brody turned her on, plain and simple. Tonight, he was pushing his limits. And she wanted to do the same.

Holding her wrists behind her lower back with one hand, he pulled her shirt off his shoulder and proceeded to wrap it around her wrists, weaving an intricate knot. Giving the fabric a quick tug, he tested his handiwork. It held, pinning her arms behind her.

“But I want to touch you too,” she said. She’d spent years dreaming about his muscles. Having them on display, within reach, but unable to touch? It wasn’t fair.

“My turn first,” he murmured. His hands moved away from the knot and he stepped back, his eyes meeting hers. “Tell me if this is too much for you and I’ll let you go.”

But she didn’t want him to send her away. Not tonight. Save the distance for the morning. “I want to be here,” she said. “With you. I want this.”

His brown eyes stared into hers. He’d stripped away her clothes, but he didn’t look down. It was as if seeing her reactions, reading the emotion in her eyes, mattered more to him than the sight of her bared breasts.

“Spread your legs for me, Kat.” His fingers brushed the inside of her right thigh, blazing a trail, higher and higher, and she obeyed. Moving her feet apart, she offered him access.

“First, I want to feel you come against my hand.” He abandoned her thigh, pressing his thumb against the part of her body most likely to transform his words into reality. “With your hands tied, your back up against the door, I want to learn what you like.”

His eyes never left hers as he drew small, teasing circles over her clit. The intensity of his gaze combined with the deep, rough timbre of his voice, sent her body swirling toward a place of unfamiliar intimacy.

“And then?” she whispered.

“After I learn whether you like a soft teasing touch or pressure moving back and forth over you,” he said, his fingers following his words, swiping back and forth over the one part of her body that could make her come right now with only his thumb. “After I find out if you need to feel me inside of you, to turn you on, to get you there,” he continued, drawing his hand down past her clit as he slipped a finger inside her. “I want to kneel down at your feet.”

She gasped as her body tightened around him, taking what he offered but wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered shut, focusing on the thrust of his finger, in and out. His thumb alternated between pressing against her and teasing her with feather-­light touches.

“Open your eyes, Kat. I want to know you’re with me.”