What A Girl Wants

She tugged off her sweatshirt and unsnapped her bra. Luke stared at her with all the blood in his body racing toward his crotch as she sat on the bed topless, her full round breasts an impossible temptation. “Surprised yet?”

“Yeah.”

She stood up from her bed and slipped her shorts and panties down over her hips and legs, then stepped out of them. Luke’s gaze fell to the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her legs, and he forgot for a moment why he’d been opening the closet.

Jane walked over to him, her gaze locked on his, then she brushed past. She reached into the closet herself and pulled out a couple of brightly colored silk scarves.

“Maybe I’ll tie you up,” she said.

Sounded like fun, but he wasn’t about to back down now. “Not likely.”

“Okay, if you can get the scarves away from me, you can tie me up.”

Luke reached out to grab her, but she slipped from his grasp and darted to the other side of the bed.

“You’ll have to be faster than that.”

He surveyed his options and made a move for the far side of the bed, but Jane started to climb over the bed, so he dove after her and caught her by the waist. She screeched and laughed as he pinned her beneath him and tried to grab the scarves, which she hid behind her back until he began to tickle her.

“Okay, okay!” she squealed, breathless and laughing. “Here!” She thrust the scarves at him and he grabbed them before she had the chance to hide them again.

When he’d gotten her arms pinned above her head, he gave her a warning look. “Behave while I get you tied up. Otherwise I’ll make this pure torture.”

“Torture?”

“Believe me, I’ve got methods.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Dare me. You can either have an afternoon of pleasure, or one of frustration—you choose.”

She must have remembered his skill at bringing her just to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back, because she let him tie her to the bedposts without a fight. Once he had her at his mercy, Luke sat back to survey her nude body at his leisure. This was his reward for weeks of desiring what he couldn’t have, and he intended to savor every moment.

And he’d make damn sure she’d never be able to resist him again, even if it took all night.

Luke undressed and then climbed back onto the bed, his erection at full mast. Jane watched him with a half-lidded gaze.

“I’ve never been tied up before,” she finally said when he was sitting on his knees only a few inches away.

“How does it feel to have no control?”

She wet her lips. “It’s very arousing.”

Luke slid his hand across her belly, then down through her pubic hair and between her legs. She was slick and hot. “You’ve been wanting me these past few weeks, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Practicing your self-control?”

“Yes.”

“So being tied up when we have sex sort of makes it okay, right? Like you’re doing it against your will?” He slid one finger inside her as he spoke, and she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe.”

“Aren’t you glad one of us isn’t interested in self-control?” He found her clit with his thumb and began to massage.

She moaned in reply, arching herself toward his touch, and after a few moments, Luke withdrew his hand from between her legs and positioned himself over her.

“Not so fast,” he whispered. “There’s plenty of time for fun.”

He trailed kisses up her belly, on her breasts, over her collarbone to her neck. As he tasted her neck, he cupped her breasts in his hands and let his erection strain at her entrance. Now that he was so close to the prize, he could wow her with his self-control, let her feel a bit of the suffering he’d endured lately.

But when he tried to kiss her on the mouth, she turned her head away.

“You want to do this the hard way, hmm?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

“Would you feel scandalized if I tasted between your legs now?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He lingered over her breasts, sucking and teasing her nipples, then moved back down.

When he licked her clit, she gasped and writhed around, but he gripped her hips to still her. He tasted and massaged her with his tongue until he knew she was about to come, and then he withdrew. She emitted a frustrated growl.

“Remember, tonight is a night for punishment, not reward.”

Jane’s eyes shot open, and she looked at him as if he were the last man on earth. “Please…”

“Doesn’t take much to make you beg, does it?”

“You know what I want.”

Luke ran his hands along the smooth length of her legs. “I wonder what it would take to make you admit this is a lot more than a sexual fling we’re having here.”