Hero By Night (Independence Falls 3)

“Yes.” She stepped back. “I might have to tie you up.”

“I understand.”

She reached for his pants, pulling his belt free from the loops. Then she disappeared from view. He heard her moving behind him, then felt the leather strap wrap around his wrist. She maneuvered his belt, her hands moving quickly as if she knew what she was doing. The buckle tightened, binding his wrists together behind his head.

“Too tight?” she said softly.

“No,” he said, not giving a damn if it cut off the circulation to his hands. Right now, the blood in his body was rushing south. “Move in front me, Lena. I need to see you.”

She obeyed, standing so close he could have reached out and touched her—­if his hands weren’t tied. Searching her gorgeous face, he tried to find a hint of panic, a sign she wasn’t ready for this—­and came up empty.

Halle—­freaking—­lujah.

“I’m ready, Chad.” She lowered to her knees, brushed her long, blond hair over her shoulders as she looked up at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Start at the bottom and work your way to the top.”

Eyes

closed, her arms at her sides, she pressed her tongue to the base of his cock. He groaned as she licked her way to the tip.

“And now?” she asked, her lips hovering over the head. He fought the urge to thrust his hips.

“Wrap your mouth around me, beautiful.”

Lena followed his orders and his hips flexed as if the muscles had disconnected from his brain.

“That’s it. Take me deep.”

Her lips ran down his hard length, her tongue swirling.

“Put your hand around me,” he demanded, the words escaping before he stopped to think that maybe she wouldn’t feel comfortable touching him. Maybe that was too much. But she followed his orders, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking him up and down as her mouth worked its sweet magic.

His mind blanked, his hips thrusting into her. Eyes closed, he pressed his head back against his bound hands. Low moans and a chorus of “Fuck yes” and “oh Lena” replaced commands until he exploded.

He was a bastard for not giving her a moment’s warning. And he’d feel like shit about that in a minute. But right now? With his dick buried in her mouth, his body rocked from head to toe with mind-­blowing pleasure, he felt as if he’d been rocketed to freaking heaven.

Slowly, the orgasm faded. He opened his eyes as she released him. Her gaze met his, her blue eyes shining with an I-­know-­I-­rocked-­your-­world look.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got a little carried away.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Chad, you can play the gentleman when we’re out. But not in here with me.”

“All right. I’m not sorry. Untie me and I’ll show you that I’m feeling pretty damn grateful.”

She stepped back, her smile faded. “I don’t think—­”

“I won’t touch you, Lena. Not if you don’t want me to. The rules are still the rules. But if you think I’m going to leave you alone with your toy . . .” He nodded to the gift bag sitting on her nightstand. He had a hunch the vibrator was inside.

His hands pulled at the belt. “Untie me, Lena.”

She shook her head, and he saw a hint of the wicked, wanton gleam in her eyes.

“Lena.”

Her fingers gathered the fabric of her long, flowing skirt. Then, in one swift motion, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra followed.

“Chad?”