Page 82 of Bad Enough

Ignoring his nakedness, he reached down for her left leg and began to gently knead the calves and ankles. He had been on his knees a few times in his life for long periods of time, particularly with a gun pointed at the back of his head, and he knew that she would need time for the blood to begin flowing normally again before she could move. Their eyes remained locked in each other’s gaze.

When he felt her leg muscles loosen, he gently lowered it and reached for the other to give it the same treatment. When that leg had loosened up, he lowered it to dangle from the desk’s edge like the other.

“Let’s see if I can’t make you even more beautiful.”

His left hand caressed the side of her face, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes beginning to drift closed.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently.

Her lids opened fully.

“Put your arms in front of you, bent at the elbow.”

Languidly, she followed his instruction. With his right hand, he reached behind him to the desk where he left his belt earlier. He put the tongue of the belt in between her hands, palms together as if in prayer, the very first punch hole peeking out at her thumbs. Then he wound the belt around her wrists and the heels of her hands until he ran out of strap. He needed just a bit more room, so he pulled to tighten it, then slid the tongue through the frame of the buckle, caught the prong in the first punch hole, then slid the tongue through the loop.

Sliding his fingers between the belt and her wrists, he checked to ensure that he wasn’t cutting off her circulation. “Remember. If you begin to feel any tingling, you let me know immediately.”

“I will.”

“What are your colors?”

“Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

“Excellent.” He picked her up, his arms around her waist. “Raise your arms straight, princess, and then loop them around my neck.”

Once she had her arms where he wanted them, he carried her over to the window bed and laid her down on the comforter.

“Wrap your legs around me. Grip my hips with your knees and thighs.” As she complied, he made sure to notch his hips in her cradle, his hands framing her hips. As he whispered in her ear, his hands followed the cues of his voice. “You remind me of a genie from a bottle.” His left hand slid along her skin up along the dip to her waist, the curve to her shoulder, then slid his palm beneath the back of her head and threaded through her hair. “That beautiful long hair,” he groaned. “Every time I look at it, I want to wrap it around my fist and pull your head back to expose your throat.” He tugged gently so that her neck pulled slightly to the side, and he laid an open-mouthed kiss on her throat.

His lips stayed against her skin. “All these gorgeous dips and curves.” His other hand slid across her skin to the places he praised. “This tiny little waist with those hourglass hips, strong thighs gripping me so tight.” His tongue licked a stripe from shoulder to earlobe. “And you taste all warm and sugary, like vanilla frosting.”

She made a purring sound as his mouth traveled down from her ear to her throat, then between her breasts, where he began to nip at her flesh, then soothe the bites with soft licks of his tongue.

He raised his head. “Look at me, Flame.” Her eyes, in the moonlight, were telling him everything he needed to know. “You glow in the moonlight. You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”

I don’t deserve her. But damned if I’m not going to take her anyway.

“I’m going to hurt you,” he admitted. She had no idea how true that statement was right now. “I don’t want that.”

She smiled sadly. “I won’t lie and tell you it won’t break my heart when you leave. But that’s part of life. I may write about fated mates, guaranteeing readers a happily ever after, but that’s not the real world. Your leaving won’t kill me, and I’m not going to be one of those stupid heroines who vows to never love again or die of a broken heart. There’ll just be a small piece of me that’s never completely over you, is all.” Using her bound hands, she applied pressure to pull him down to her. “Just make love to me. That’s all you have to do.”

He began to push the tip of his cock into her opening when he realized he was bare. “Shit. Flame, I need?—”

“No.” Her legs wrapped around him, her thighs tightening their hold so that he couldn’t move away. “I’m good. I’m protected. It’s been six years since I’ve been with anyone. And I really want all of you if this is all I get to have.”

“It hasn’t been six years for me, but it’s been a while.” He brushed the strands of hair from her face, then traced a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “I haven’t even scened at the club since we met online the first time.”

He’d never taken a woman bare before. But he wanted to give her this. When all went to hell in about forty-eight hours, he wanted to at least be able to say that he’d made this good for her. And to be honest, he wanted it. Wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life.

He lined himself up with her opening again, and he could feel just how much she wanted him. Her juices were slicking her thighs and making his cock wet and sticky already. Just to make sure she could take him, he backed off her a little and slid a finger inside her channel, groaning at how wet she was. She was definitely tight.

In and out, he worked his finger, pressing kisses to her fevered skin. She moved her hips in countermotion to his thrusts.

When he felt her begin to loosen for him, he added a second finger, stretching her by pressing his fingers against her walls. He was able to work himself in a little farther, and he paid an inordinate amount of attention to her breasts, nipping at the soft skin, laving away the sting with his tongue. She began to mewl with each brush of his fingers against her inner walls.

He added a third finger, curving up his fingertips to find her G-spot. Her breathing became panting and indecipherable begging, her bound hands clenching and unclenching.

Finally, he felt as if she might be able to take him. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, then notched the tip of his cock yet again at her opening. “Flame. I need your eyes, baby. I need to be able to see you so that I can make sure I’m not hurting you.”

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