Page 18 of Only for the Moment
A far different kind of heat hit her cheeks. “What’s interesting?”
“That response.”
How could he tell she was responding to him tying her up?
Her cheeks burned. She dropped her gaze to where he held her. “What are you talking about?”
Isaacpaused. One thick finger traced the patterns he’d made. “You haven’t talked to Vincent about me, have you?”
“No, of course not.”
He grunted as if a bit surprised. “I’m a rigger.”
“A what-er?”
“A rigger. A Dom who enjoys tying subs up.”
His eyes held hers captive as firmly as the cord held her arm, delving deep inside her, demanding something she wasn’t sure of—until it clicked. He thoughther response to the rope was…
“Ah, Isaac, I’m not a sub.” No way, no how. A shiver rocked her spine.
One brow calmly rose. “How do you know?”
Isaac’s question got her redheaded temper going. “Because I have a Dom for a brother, and he’s not exactly quiet about it. I’d know if I was submissive.” She wasn’t.
Isaac shook his head as if he didn’t believe her. “Your brother isn’t in your bed, Ken.”
“Ew!”
He laughed at that, but continued. “My point is, he doesn’t know your needs. Only a lover can read you like that.”
“Ican read me like that, and I’m not submissive.” If she said it enough times, he’d finally get that she was telling the truth, right? So why did a flutter take up residence in her belly? There was no reason to panic, no—
“Can you now?”
“Yes!”
There. That was definitive.He’d understand now.
One long finger traced the web encompassing her hand. “Want to know what I see?”
“No.” Yes. But…no. And yet curiosity raised its ugly head. “Um…yes?”
The word was barely a whisper, but Isaac heard it. She knew because he nodded once even as he reached for her free hand. She knew she shouldn’t, knew she’d regret it, but she couldn’t resist giving it to him, watching, fascinated,as he used the free end of the cord to tie her wrists together with delicate knots, and then he was lifting her hands to hook them behind the headrest. When she tugged…
“Isaac?”
The sound of her breath was loud in the close confines of the SUV as he leaned over her, his big body taking up all the space, all the air. She pulled on her arms again. A thrill, part fear and part something she reallydidn’t want to acknowledge, shot through her.
“Shh…” Isaac laid a finger on her parted lips. He was so close she could see the green and yellow striations in his blue eyes. Fascinating. She strained toward him but, with her hands above her, got nowhere—and the thrill came again, this time settling in her nipples and between her legs.
Isaac’s gaze softened even as his own breath quickened. “Feelthat, Kennedy?”
She shook her head.
“No? Then let me help.”
His parted lips settled on hers, warm and firm and so, so good. He laved her with his tongue, dipped in to mate with hers, taking her breath and making her take his. There was nothing she could do to escape his kiss, nothing she could do to protest. She could only accept what he gave her—his mouth, the hard press of his chest againsther aching breasts, the hungry groan that escaped him when she sucked on his tongue. And it was all mixed with the lightning bolts of pleasure that sparked every time she tried to move and couldn’t. He had all the control, she had none, and she…
No, she didn’t like it. She didn’t.
When he paused to take a breath, she turned her head toward the window, needing to breathe, to escape—except shewas tied and couldn’t, damn it.
For someone so famous, Isaac didn’t have a fragile ego. Rather than be offended, he gently lowered her hands and began to undo the knots. Faint impressions from the cord were left behind, a reminder she needed desperately to ignore as he settled back into his seat. “See? Interesting.”
“No, no it’s not,” she told him, her voice cracking on the last word. “Not interestingat all.”
