And between Bella's legs—
That makes all the fucking sense in the world.
I bring my mouth to her ear. "I want to make you come."
"You're deflecting again."
"I know." I look her in the eyes. "I still want to make you come."
She smiles evilly. "I still want to make you wait."
It's easy talking to Bella, even about this ugly shit. We walk around the neighborhood talking about everything and nothing for ever.
Besides her torturing me by deep throating her ice cream cone, I manage to keep my thoughts clean.
Cleanish.
They don't get dirty until we're back in my apartment. Bella is on her hands and knees, arranging her clothes in my closet.
Her skirt slides up and down her thigh. The damn thing keeps teasing me.
She gave me what I needed.
Now, it's my turn to give her what she needs.
She pushes herself to her feet before I can order her to hike her dress to her waist.
She turns to face me.
She's holding something in her hands.
A set of restraints.
She doesn't even blush. "Sit on the bed. I'm going to tie you up."
29
Bella
My hands are shaking so badly I can barely pull Joel's shirt over his head. My palms are so sweaty they slide right down his chest and stomach.
I fumble over his jeans. There's no reason why I should be fumbling. This is an ordinary button. An ordinary zipper.
He lifts his hips so I can pull the garment to his knees.
Now, Joel is wearing nothing but boxers.
His green eyes fill with desire as he offers me his hands. His expression is a dare. Can you really tie me up? Can you really resist my hands on your skin? Wouldn't you rather come from my touch?
I fumble with the rope handcuffs. They're simple and straightforward, no doubt designed with nervous fingers in mind.
Even so, I struggle.
Joel's pupils dilate as I cuff his wrist.
He keeps his voice bright. He's playing coy.
"You all right, angel?" he teases.