Page 91 of Rope Me In

“Naked?”

I brush some of her damp hair behind her ear. “Do you trust me?”

Presley’s wide eyes soften at my words, and she leans her cheek into my hand. “You know I do.”

“You’re beautiful, Presley. I want you to believe that.” Her eyes turn glassy, and I lay a soft kiss on her lips. “But if this is too much, we don’t have to do this. We can—”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I want to.”

Her confirmation allows me to breathe again, and I kiss her once more before I pull away. The blinds and curtains are drawn, but I’ve kept the lights on in the small room. It looks like the one Presley’s staying in but with sky-blue walls.

If I had more time, I would’ve found some candles and put the lights on dimmers, but I like that it’s not dark. I want herto know I see her—and that I like every part of her. More than like.

“I’m going to undress you now. Is that okay?”

She chews on her lower lip and nods. I tsk. “Remember what we’ve talked about? Use your words, darlin’. I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

“Yes, please undress me.”

Warmth blooms in my chest, and my heart rate picks up. “Good girl.” I maintain eye contact with her as I trail my hands down her arms, enjoying how the soft hair tickles my palms. When I reach her hands, I squeeze them gently before taking the hem of her T-shirt. “Remember, if at any time anything becomes too much, you say stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” she exhales, her voice heady.

“Lift up your arms for me.”

She nods, following my request. My heart beats louder in my ears as I focus on my task. I tug the cotton up, my lips parting as I become mesmerized by the sight of her. Inch by inch, her round belly and heaving chest is revealed to me, like a curtain rising on a stage and Presley is my star.

I’ve imagined this moment on nights I couldn’t sleep and mornings in the shower, wondering how she’d look under the baggy clothes she wears or her Night Hawk uniform. But nothing could prepare me for the real thing.

I throw the shirt away and let her stand before me in her simple black bra and leggings, giving her time to adjust. Just as I thought she would, she moves to cover herself under my gaze, but I gently take her wrists in mine.

“Don’t cover up what’s mine,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect.” There’s no anger in my voice, just heat. I want her to know how much I want her. How much I desire her. “Just breathe, yes?”

She relaxes in my hold, and once I’m sure she won’t try to cover herself up again, I release her arms.

“Can I continue?”

“Yes, Kade.”

My cock jumps in my pants. God, she’s perfect, like an angel sent from heaven just for me to corrupt, to cherish.

With my eyes still on hers, I reach around her back, finding the clasp of her bra. I undo it with ease, tugging the straps down her round shoulders to reveal her perky breasts. Her dusky nipples are tight buds, ready for me to bite and suck, but I hold off. Good things come to those who wait.

I smile to myself as I throw the bra on top of her discarded shirt, then I use my pointer finger to trail a line from her neck to her navel. She shivers at the featherlight touch, and I remind her to breathe again. When she does, I continue to move my finger over her stomach in small circular patterns, waiting for her to relax and enjoy the feeling.

Since Devil’s Rock, Presley has initiated my touches to her midriff, and she’s been letting my hands wander more and more, encouraging my caresses to become stronger strokes. But now, I want to take this slowly, get her used to the sensations. That way, when the rope is wrapped around her, she’ll be ready for it.

I trace more circles, increasing the pressure then moving up higher before venturing down to the band of her leggings and around her navel. When her breathing evens out, I see her eyes have grown darker, telling me that she’s enjoying my touch. I work my way back up again, drawing circles around her budded nipples then brushing the tips of each. A small whimper escapes her lips as her eyes start to close, signaling that it’s time to move on.

I pull away from her breasts, and she watches with hooded eyes as I finger the elastic of her pants. “Remember what I told you, Presley.” I kneel in front of her, taking a small risk—though my heart tells me she’s ready for this.

Her lips part as I curl my fingers into her waistband, tugging the fabric down as I begin to pepper varying types of soft and open-mouthed kisses on the skin of her stomach.

She gasps. “Kade!” Her hands fly to my hair, fingers curling around the dusty-blond strands. For a split second, I think she may tell me to stop, but she only adds pressure to my head, urging me on. Relieved that my risk is being rewarded, I continue to gently kiss the curves lined with faint stretch marks as I push her leggings down her body.

I groan when I’m met with her pussy instead of underwear. The tuft of hair covering her sex is freshly trimmed, and she’s already wet and glistening for me. I don’t know if it’s from everything she’s feeling or from what I just did, but either way, the fact that she’s enjoying this makes me immeasurably happy.

“Always surprising me,” I murmur, glancing up to meet her glassy gaze filled with what looks like awe. I decide right here and now that I want to see her look at me like this all the time. I want her to always feel cherished and special, to know that she deserves to be treated properly like the amazing woman she is.

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