Page 30 of The Best Book Boyfriend
Kara’s eyes widen, and her mouth hangs opens in shock. “Wow, OK, we’re going there. Um, yes, maybe, for a bit, not sure about the whole being suspended from the ceiling thing.”
“Blindfolds?”
“Yes, that’s very hot. You?”
“Never done it, but I think it sounds fun. Spanking?”
“Hmmm, a little, if the mood is right. Choking?”
“God no. You like that?” I hate the idea of it. It makes my spine tingle in a not good way.
“No, it’s not for me, but my friend Hattie says a lot of guys are into it these days. I don’t mind a firm, possessive grip elsewhere,” she strokes the skin where her neck slopes into her shoulder, “or holding my face is OK. I do like having my hair pulled a bit, just in a desperate way, not in a mean way. It’s hard to explain.” She absent mindedly wraps her hair around her fingers and it makes my dick twitch.
“Noted. Biting?”
“Hmm,” she pouts and shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
It’s so hot that we’re talking about this stuff so casually. Kara looks absolutely gorgeous wrapped up under her blanket at the end of my sofa, one arm propping up her head. She is the picture of Tuesday nights planning what to eat for dinner and Sunday afternoons doing a crossword puzzle. And yet somehow she’s also the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Although there is this one scene inDealbreakerwhere they’re on his boat and right before Jason goes down on Aria he bites her thighs and then kisses them better and I definitely thought that was hot. Oh, and there’s this one bit here...” she turns to face away from me, scoots her t-shirt down at the back and reaches her hand over her shoulder.
“Right between my shoulder blades. You know how they say everything in the body is connected, well that bit is definitely connected to my... good stuff.” She laughs. This conversation is outrageous. “If you nibbled me there, I’d...” she trails off.
God, I want to touch her there so much. Stroke my fingertips down her back, plant soft kisses along her spine, see what happens when I nip her with my teeth. She rights herself and shimmies back into her corner of the sofa, and takes a sip of her wine. “OK, so I guess I do like biting. What about you?”
“I do now you’ve told me that.” I can’t take my eyes off of her. “What about whips and stuff?”
“Better in books. Not for me personally. Anal?” she asks like it’s the most normal question to be asking someone you’ve only met three times.
“I’ve never done it, bit intimidated by it if I’m honest. You?”
“Same. What about using toys together?” Fucking hell, every one of these questions is making me throb.
“Never done that either, but after reading that scene inSnowed InnI’m definitely intrigued. What about food and sex?”
“Bleurgh, absolutely not. Yeast infection waiting to happen. Better to eat, then have sex. Or actually sex first is better because I’d never eat a big meal and then go trampolining, if you know what I mean?”
I burst out laughing. She knows exactly how to lighten the mood. “I do know what you mean. And sex always makes me really hungry. I agree, way better to do it first.”
“Nipples.”
“What about them?” Her directness is hot, in an intimidating sort of way.
“Do you enjoy having them touched?” she elaborates.
“Yeah, doesn’t everyone?”
“Ad—” she grimaces and stops herself. “Some people don’t.”
“Do you?”
“Yes definitely,” she nods, wide eyed and enthusiastic. “And they’re not too sensitive. You can be a little rough with them.”‘You’, she said.
“Are they hard right now?” She gasps harshly. Shit, this has escalated quickly. I have a horrible feeling that was far too real a question in this game of hypotheticals.
She answers yes on a soft exhale and I feel the whole room slow around us. “Are you hard?”Fucking hell, this woman is going to ruin me.What a question. If this blanket wasn’t here, she wouldn’t even need to ask.
“Yes.” I admit, my voice low. The air is thick between us. I feel a twisting in my stomach, like I’m standing on the edge of a diving board, willing myself to make the next move. “Do you like being told what to do?”
