Page 105 of Leashed

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Sage was no celibate little virgin, but she had always selected bedmates who were safe.

Predictable.

Missionary.

Sometimes she lucked out and found the same release her partners always did, but more often than not, she was content with the intimacy of the act itself.

But Bo was on a whole other level.

Everything about him screamed “ride me hard and ride me fast,” from the cocky tilt of his head to the swagger in his walk. Even the way his tongue ran across his top teeth when he was thinking caught the eye of every woman in the vicinity, their minds running wild with what else that tongue could do.

When he’d been pounding back coffee across the table from her or thumbing through romance novels for what he called “the good stuff,” his innate draw had been tampered by her own misfired destiny. His experience, his intensity, none of it had been a consideration, so none of it had been intimidating.

But not anymore. Not when he was lying beside her, watching her as intently as she was watching him. Not when the hungry look he’d had when her fingers had been entwined in the leash was burned into her memory. Not with the intensity of his gaze when she’d knelt at his knees flickered across her mind. Or the way he’d eased his strong thigh between her legs to create the most delicious friction against her core.

How he nibbled her lip when they kissed, his bite strong enough to remind her he was a predator but soft enough that there was no pain.

Sex was definitely his turf. And she didn’t know how to play at this level.

Hugging the blanket tighter, she took a deep breath in hopes of smoothing out her fumbling words. “I’m not really used to this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a smirk. “Me, either.”

She rolled her eyes.

He rolled her onto her back.

“I’m serious,” she huffed. “This is new to me. Biting and collars and lights on.”

He dipped into the crook of her neck, tugging the blanket down to her hips and sliding his tongue down the length of her body, the look in his eye easing some of her self-consciousness. “I’m serious too. Maybe not the biting, but the leash thing was definitely an unexpected turn-on.” He looked up at her, his thumbs tracing the band of her panties. “I’ve never let anyone even pretend to restrain me. So yeah, since I’ve spent most of my life fighting that kind of thing, I’m a little freaked out about how hot I found that.” His eyes darted to the dresser and narrowed suspiciously. “And how much I want you to do it again.”

She laughed, unwilling to admit yet that maybe she found it a little hot too. “Okay, sure, but the learning curve’s a little steep for me. I want…want…”

Her eyes darn near rolled back as he slid to the floor and palmed her thighs apart, his hot breath breaching the thin fabric of her underwear while his tongue skimmed over her sex.

Blinking rapidly to get her eyes to focus, she pushing up onto her elbows and looked down at him.

Oh, he was sinfully gorgeous.

His eyes darkened more as he sat back and inched her panties down her hips. “Sorry, I missed that,” he breathed, tossing her underwear over his shoulder. “What do you want?”

Being laid bare and exposed was both exhilarating and nerve-racking. “Right now? The lights off,” she whimpered, her hips arching up involuntarily as he ran his thumb through her folds.

“Ah, no. I’m vetoing that idea because fuck.”

It was hard to be angry with the refusal when he was practically radiating lust and heat. He rose back up on his knees, eased one finger into her body, and worked her at an excruciatingly slow speed. The odd coherent thought whizzed through her mind only to be whisked away when he began circling her tight bud with his thumb, his gaze latched on to her every twitch and response. The slightest frown and he changed his position or speed. The lift of her hips brought more pressure. Faster breathing was rewarded with faster movements, the tempos he could reach with a broken hand bordering on inhuman.

He brushed against something deep inside her and she bit back a whimper of pleasure.

And he stopped.

Completely.

She looked down at him, her eyes wild. “I…what?”

“Yeah, I’m vetoing that too,” he announced, prowling on top of her with a fluidity causing her knees to close tight on his hips. “You can be quiet when I bang you against the stacks in the library, and I will because I’ve thought about it a lot, but that’s the only place I’m cool with you holding back.” He hovered over her, balancing on his good arm long enough to tuck his hair behind his ear before he slid his hand between them and went straight to the spot that sent her toes curling. “Is that it?”

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