Page 95 of Knot Her Cowboys
I dragged his mouth back to mine, determined to memorize how he tasted now that he was a grown alpha. My purr was so loud Cooper broke away, chuckling.
“Happy to be here?”
“Never been happier.” I reached for him again, but he pinned both my wrists to the bed, sending an extra spiral of fervent desire rocking through me.
Cooper patted the rope at his hip, his gaze sliding from me and up to the crossbeams of the headboard.
“You want to tie me up, cowboy?”
“Depends on if you like that sort of thing.”
“I thought it was pretty established in our history that I’m down for anything with you.”
“Maybe so, but I would rather you tell me who you are today. We’re not the same people in the same situation. Tell me what you like.”
“You. I haven’t been tied up before, but I trust you.”
His purr erupted. “Good to know. How flexible are you? I don’t want you to pull something with what I have planned.”
“I haven’t stretched today yet, but—” I scooted up the bed and used the crossbeams to bring my legs up, hooking my toes beneath them. “Is this enough for what you had in mind?”
Cooper looked like he was ready to devour me whole. He set the rope on the bed, moving to strip off his shirt before my pout stopped him halfway through. I crawled across the covers and took over. Cooper was a present to be unwrapped, and I let my hands trace over every defined ridge, exploring muscles that hadn’t been quite this developed before I’d left.
He looked like his soul about left his body when I hooked my fingers behind his belt and yanked him closer, lifting my face for another kiss. It was intoxicating as hell when the person you were with was just as desperate for you as you were for them.
This whole pack were practically professionals at making me feel wanted.
Cooper consumed my needy little sounds while we wrestled open the buttons and zippers on each other’s clothes. Shirts flew through the air, my bra quickly following before Cooper flipped me back to yank off my shorts and panties. He shucked his remaining clothes and climbed over me. I tried pulling him down so I could experience every glorious inch of bare skin, but instead he took advantage of me koala-clinging to him, bringing us to the head of the bed.
I held my breath as he made quick work with the rope, binding my wrists first, and then brought my feet overhead to tiemy ankles to the pine beams that made up the headboard. He sat back to look at me with so much fire in his eyes I could’ve combusted on the spot.
“Test the hold.” He observed silently while I tugged on the ropes, finding myself firmly secured. “Nothing cutting off circulation? No horrible flashbacks to contend with?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about the multitude of times I had been tied to something as punishment growing up, so I ruthlessly shoved those memories away, trusting that Cooper knew what he was doing.
“Good. Tell me if that changes.”
Before I could inquire what the actual plan was, Cooper dipped his mouth to my cunt.
Panting replaced words in a heartbeat.
“Cooper,fuck.” I tensed in my bindings, digging my nails into the wood. He took his sweet time. I couldn’t blame him for that when there was nothing speeding him along.
He hummed softly, his tongue leisurely carrying me to the edge until I was shaking.
“Cooper, please, I’m so close.”
He pulled away with a mischievous smile.
My frustrated whimper only made that smile grow.
“That’s one.”
“One?”
“Eleven more to go.”
“What?” I blinked, confused.
