Page 31 of Only for the Moment
“Easy, Ken.”
The way he said her name always sent a flutter through her, but even that couldn’t overcome the anxiety coursing through her in increasing waves. Staring hard at their entwined hands, she admitted, “I don’t know why I’m scared.”
He’d seen the fear even before she had. She’d taken the steps toface it, but admitting it aloud?
Isaac moved his arm from the back of the seat to her shoulders, tugging her firmly against him. Her legs he pulled across his lap. The tightness of his grip grounded her, steadying her nerves, her breaths slowing to match the beat of his heart beneath her ear.
“Learning new things about yourself can be scary. You think I wasn’t terrified the first time I setfoot in a club like this?”
His thumb stroked the curve of her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. She shifted against him. “Why did you? How did you know…that…was what you wanted?”
“How did I know I was kinky?” He hmphed a laugh. “I didn’t, not really. I’d always explored, but that night I was just tagging along with a mate, wanting to see what the hype was about, what made the lifestyleso fulfilling for him. But even then, some part of me, the part hidden deep beneath the curiosity, knew there was something more out there, something that spoke to me, that would satisfy me far more than just sex ever could.”
“So it’s never just regular sex with you?” Because she happened to enjoyregularsex. There was nothing like the occasional spontaneous quickie or hurried shower sex beforework.
“Of course there is.” Isaac slid his finger beneath her skirt, sending a pulse of need to her lower belly. When she glanced up at him, his light eyes glowed in the dim vehicle. “For some people, BDSM is the only way they can get off, and that’s okay. But I like all kinds of sex—fast, slow, kinky, rough, fun. You ask me, and I’ll do it,” he said with a quirk to his lips that looked at onceboyishly shy and fiercely hungry.
She struggled against the overwhelming temptation to kiss that look off him right then. “Then why the rigging? What do you get out of that?”
A frown creased his brows. “I’m not sure I can explain it. I’m not even certain that every experience yields the same results.” He seemed to think about that for a moment. “On the one hand, the repetition of tying, theart of placement and form—it’s both calming and creative. Like art. Or music. Sometimes there isn’t even a sexual component to it, which is why I work with both male and female subs at different times.”
“So tonight”—she swallowed hard—“you’ll be…with…uh…” Maybebe withwasn’t the right phrase.
Isaac seemed to understand what she couldn’t put into words. “Perez asked if I could spend some timewith his latest class of Doms.”
Kennedy shook her head. “First, there’s a class for that? And second, are you demonstrating for them or…?”
“Yes, there’s a class for that,” he told her, his voice revealing his amusement. “And I’ll be demonstrating on them, not for them.”
“But…why?”
“Because if a Dom is going to be using rope on his sub, he should have it used on himself first. Experiencingwhat you plan to dish out gives a Dom greater insight into what the possibilities are, the drawbacks, and definitely the hazards.”
He’d told her he wouldn’t be tying women tonight—she didn’t think she could stand watching him put his hands on another woman, caress her, tease her, control her. But she hadn’t considered that Doms would actually want to experience what their subs went through attheir hands.
Somehow the image of Isaac in rope, being controlled, wouldn’t gel in her mind. Maybe he’d show her someday. If there was a someday.
“So no sexual component?”
Isaac’s eyes flared with heat. “Tonight, no. But when I’m rigging under other circumstances…”
The memory of her hands hooked over her head, the heat of his body on hers as the ropes strained against her wrists, expandedthe fire already on slow burn in her lower belly. “Right,” she said, then cleared the gravel from her throat.
“Right,” Isaac said, staring at her mouth. Just when she thought he’d ignore the crowded SUV and kiss her senseless, Nick turned in his seat.
“We’re here, boss. Ready?”
Gaze still locked with hers, Isaac ran his tongue along his bottom lip, the hunger in his eyes searing away any fearthat tried to rise at Nick’s announcement. “I’m definitely ready.”
