Page 27 of Luck of the Draw

As if caught in a momentary trance, they lingered like that for a span of time. Her small breasts flattened against his chest; his fingers continuing to draw long, slow lines up and down her back. She brought both hands to lay over his sternum and rested her chin on them while she looked deep into his eyes. A sweet, closed-lip smile stretched her mouth for a second, and then she reached her face forward to press a deep kiss on his mouth.

Every time her lips met his, that strange coil of energy again. Those champagne bubbles in his chest. That heady buzz of naughty excitement.

It was probably a good thing that Skye was from out of town. Because the more that feeling surged inside of him, the more it seemed to Brennan like an actual connection. As in, he liked this mysterious woman more than he should for someone who was just a stranger. As in, if she actually lived here, he’d be inclined to keep seeing her. And that wouldn’t do. That’s not what Brennan did.

After all, anyone Brennan fell for was destined tonotbe his.

Sliding his hands up her back, he grabbed her ponytail with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other, pushing his face forward to deepen the kiss.

No sooner had he reached for her face did she break the kiss, and then she grabbed his wrists and planted them above his head. Grabbing his tie again, Skye made quick work of binding his wrists together and attaching them to the solid wood of the headboard.

His cock immediately roared, straining for release, and he thrust his hips against hers. He growled, andfuck. She knew better what he wanted than even he did right now. Brennan couldn’t even count how many one-night stands he’d had and finding one that was this…engaging…was a bit rare.

He rolled his lips between his teeth, growling again. “Kinky.”

Skye took his bottom lip between her teeth and released it. “Do you like kink, Brennan?”

“To an extent.” After all, he now no longer had the use of his hands, and while the subtle feeling of vulnerability was hot as hell, he was now at the mercy of whatever she had in mind, and she was still a stranger. “I like fun. I don’t like crazy.”

Skye snickered under her breath and pushed off him. She stood up on the bed again, hooking her fingertips under her panties and shimmied them down just slightly. Almost to where her dark auburn landing strip began. “Is this too crazy?”

His cock practically blared with need, but the waiting was almost as hot as what he was waiting for. “Nope.”

She bent forward completely at the waist, sliding the panties all the way off. She lifted her head without standing upright, which continued to block the view of what he really wanted to see. “What about this?”

“Not at all, but I kind of wish the lights were on.”

She dropped her head again and used the tip of her long red ponytail to tickle his abs. “You know, it’s better when you can barely see me.” She paused and lifted her head again. “In fact…”

Lowering herself to the mattress, she placed the panties between her teeth and crawled back up to his face. She dipped and scooped in what looked like some kind of effortless yoga move, dragging the tips of her breasts over his chest.

Brennan groaned from deep in the back of his throat. “Ohfuck, baby girl, you are justmagnificent.”

She grabbed the panties out of her mouth and then dangled them over his face. “Let me know if this is too crazy.” And with that, she slipped them over his head and blindfolded him.

“God damn, Skye.” He laughed loudly. This was a hysterical first. “You’re fucking awesome.”

She pressed a kiss to his mouth for a quick second before she laughed against his lips. “Not too crazy?”

“Nope. Do your worst.”

He felt her lips next to his ear. “Are you sure about that…baby?”

“Yup.”

“Ooo-kaay…”

Brennan grinned, relishing in the anticipation. She didn’t disappoint. Her lips moved from his ear, kissed and nibbled the length of his neck, over his chest, and then down, down, down…

Quick fingers unfastened his belt and slacks. He was suddenly as naked as she was. He fully expected to feel her mouth or hands on his throbbing erection, but then…

There was a dip and lift of the mattress like she’d climbed off the bed. Then, footsteps. Footsteps that sounded a hell of a lot like her walking out of the bedroom.

“Skye?”

No response.

Brennan quieted his breathing to listen. “Skye?”

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