Page 45 of His Mansion

She hung suspended a foot over him, facedown, with the rope caught over one shoulder. Her feet were planted on the wall, holding her in place. She looked as if she were laying flat on her tummy on an invisible diving board.

He stared into her face, checking for any signs of fear, but all he saw was amusement. “Are you okay?”

She snickered. “I’m fine, but a little stuck. Could you please get me down?”

The situation was too tempting to resist. He gripped the rope to keep her in place, then swung himself into a direct line. When he released the rope, letting it slide through his hand an inch at a time, it lowered her all right.

Directly on top of his waiting body.

It felt so damn good, the increasing weight of her settling on him. The warmth of her thighs met his legs, her breasts crushed against his chest. Her gaze bore into him, and he wondered if he’d overstepped his boundaries for the second time.

“Did you plan this all along?” she asked.

He shook his head, trying to ignore the violent urge to rub their groins together to satisfy the hunger burning inside. He couldn’t do that, not unless she showed some indication she was agreeable.

Tying up a woman to get into her pants—it wouldn’t be the first time, but he only did that with willing partners.

“Couldn’t have planned it in a million years,” he confessed.

Her eyes darkened as her gaze darted over his face, landing on his lips with a hungry stare. “Damn, I’d hoped it was on purpose.”

Hallelujah. He let go of the rope and rolled her, diving back into the kiss. Only this time the feel of her under him made him crazy. She opened her legs and his hips settled in tighter, except for the layers of harnesses between them. Like some kind of modern chastity belt, the wide webbing snagged together as he rocked his hips, stopping him from rubbing his erection against her mound. He growled out his frustration.

She grabbed one of his hands and tugged it to her breast.

Okay, he could be pacified for a moment or two.

They slowed the frantic kisses as his need to taste her skin grew beyond restraint. While he licked and nipped his way along her jawline, her fingers skipped over his back, tugging his shirt upward until she reached bare skin. Her short nails weren’t enough to scratch, but her strong fingertips dug in and pulled a groan from him.

He wanted to be naked with her. He wanted to strip off the long-sleeved shirt and sports bra she always wore, and suck on her firm nipples until she screamed. Then he’d?—

A buzzer went off and they both tensed. They glanced toward the clock on the wall and Melanie let out a huge sigh. “Opening time.”

The after-school crowd was waiting for him to open the door to the climbing gym.Screw it.They could all wait for a few minutes.

It took an extraordinary amount of time to untangle themselves and find their feet. Derrick held her close for longer than he needed to, pretending it was to make sure she had her balance. He just didn’t want to let her go.

The damn buzzer went off again, this time accompanied by banging fists on the doorframe.

“Your students are eager to get started.” Melanie stared away from him, all her concentration centered on untangling the knot tethering her to the rope.

He wasn’t going to leave it this way. A wild tumble on the climbing mats and nothing more? “Would you like to go for dinner with me?”

Her head snapped up, a small smile appearing. “Tonight?”

Derrick nodded as he headed for the door. “I can get away around six thirty. Seven if you’re okay waiting that long.”

Melanie paused and he held his breath. “I’d like that. You want me to come here?”

Excitement raced through him to rival any teenage boy planning a first date. “That would be great.”

“Okay.”

They were grinning at each other like fools, he was sure of it, but he really didn’t give a shit. Not about the continued protesting at the door behind him, or the faces peering in. Not about his lack of finesse. She turned and headed for the change room, and he watched her ass with a growing conviction that fate had intervened today and that tonight was going to be the start of a fine relationship.

Melanie wanted to relearn how to live? He could help her with a lesson or two, and if somewhere along the way they happened to get involved in some heart-pounding, body-aching sex?

He was good with that as well.

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