“Torture? Is that what you think this is? I want to make this as easy as possible for you. However, should you change your mind, or should I go—” he lifted his brows “—too far...and you feel the need to...take a break, just say the safe word. We can pause and restructure the agreement accordingly.” Irony was heavy in his tone.
Heart pounding, imagination running wild, she stared at him. “What safe word?”
He leaned over her, kissed her beneath her earlobe—an action which made her melt into a puddle of lust.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about boo?” He whispered the word into her ear, softly.
“You can’t be serious.” The idea of saying boo while he was doing something outrageous to her was too bizarre.
“Entirely so.”
He had her tied up and they were trying to define the terms of what promised to be an extremely compromising sexual situation. His attitude maddened her. “Why do you have to pick such a silly word?”
“Because I don’t believe you will ever want to use a safe word.”
“How the hell would you know what I will and won’t do?”
“It’s written all over you. Always was. You, and your kinky little soul...you won’t want to prevent me having my way with you. No. You want every sordid act imaginable, and then some. I can see it in your eyes.”
The brush of his thumbs over her erect nipples made her moan. Infuriated, she flashed her eyes his way in warning.
“You might resent me, but you still want me to do those things, every bit as much as I want to indulge you.”
Carmen arched on the bed, her entire body alive with sensation. The things he said, and the way he was touching her—exploring every inch of her with his fingertips—was a recipe for combustion. “I hate you!”
He laughed. “No, you don’t. But I promise you, if you say boo to me, I will take my hands off you.”
The hard length of his erection pressed against her thigh.
Being compromised like this was unbearable, yet the thought of him taking his hands off her right then was more unbearable still. She nodded her agreement.
Rex tweaked her nipples, then teased his fingers along the underside of her breasts while he kissed and licked the sensitive skin behind her earlobe.
A violent physical shiver shot through her.
“Sensitive...” His eyes gleamed, making him look even more wickedly handsome. He stroked her from breast to hip, outlining her curves, then bent to kiss her in the dip of her cleavage.
The way he explored her made her pulse race and the damp heat between her thighs became sweltering. Then he cupped her pussy in his palm. Direct and demanding, the touch of his hand there triggered a heightened need for release. He stared into her eyes and one corner of his mouth lifted in appreciation. The gentle squeeze he gave her made her gasp aloud.
“Oh, yes, you’re ready for this. We both are.” He shifted, reached down and lifted one of her feet, running his knuckle under the arch.
He clasped her ankle before he stroked his hands up the surface of her calves, an action which made her nerves leap. With his hands under the backs of her knees, he parted her legs, planting her feet widely on the surface of the bed.
The sound of her blood rushing thundered in her ears.
“Beautiful.”
“Oh, God, I can’t do this.” She closed her legs. “I’m mortified.”
“Don’t be.” He stroked the back of his knuckles over the soft, sensitive skin on her thighs.
Carmen began to pant aloud, her hips rolling from side to side against the bedcovers. Still he stroked her, studying her face all the while. It was torturous—a heady combination of embarrassment and acute arousal making her moan and buck. Her nipples burned with sensation. As she wriggled against the surface of the bed her breasts squeezed together and the nipples jutted out.
Rex smiled down at her. “Don’t fight it.”
“Easy for you to say.” But he was right. She couldn’t fight it anymore.
The muscles in her thighs began to relax.