Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Almost.

Almost—

I gasp as his lips brush my clit. Fuck, that's intense.

My hands reach for something. The sheets.

His hair.

But he grabs my wrist.

Pins my arm to the bed.

Fuck. The pressure of his palm against my wrist—

The way he's holding me down—

It pushes me to the edge.

He teases me again.

Another soft brush of his lips.

Another tease.

Another.

Another.

Then he's moving over every inch of me. Feather light. It sets my nerves on fire. It has every part of me awake and alive. Alive in a way I haven't been in a very, very long time.

I reach for him with my free hand.

He reacts instantly. Grabs my wrist. "Do that again and I'll have to tie you up."

Mmm.

Yes.

Please.

I bring both hands to his head. Tug at his hair.

He looks up at me with his eyes on fire. He's assessing me. Figuring something out.

But what?

I don't know.

He nods. "Hands over your head."

Slowly, he shifts off my body. He reaches into the bedside drawer. Pulls something out. A pair of padded black handcuffs.

My breath catches in my throat.

It's so fucking hot, Brendon holding handcuffs.

He slides them over my wrists then pulls, then slides two fingers under the right cuff. Pulls them tight.