Page 48 of This Much Is True
“What if I promise you that I’ll make you come?”
“Absolutely. And whatever word means more than that if you make me come faster. I—oh!”
Before I can finish the thought, a black rope cinches around my middle just above my belly button and sucks me against the chair.
“Luke,” I say, my heart racing. “What are you doing?”
“Just playing with you a little bit. If you want me to let you go, I will. Just say the word.”
I try to wiggle my hands but can’t move them at all. It heightens my other senses, delivering a delicious new level of anticipation.
“I can’t play with you if I can’t move,” I say, lifting a brow. “Complicated thing to understand, I know.”
He moves the chair so I’m facing the refrigerator. Then he pulls a chair in front of me and sits.
“I didn’t sayyouwere playing withme,” he says, enjoying himself. “For a woman who writes song lyrics, you sure don’t understand basic English.”
“Very funny.”
He grins. “My God, you are beautiful.”
I wiggle against the rope again.
“Stop it,” he says, laughing. “You can’t slip out of that.”
“You don’t know that.”
“This is the kind of stuff I do for a living. So I do know that.”
Oh. Good point. “What are we doing here?”
“Remember a little while ago when you got out of the shower and taunted me?”
I gulp.
“And remember last night when we were watching the movie and you keptaccidentallyrubbing your foot on my cock?” he asks.
Unfortunately, yes.
“Oh, I have one,” he says. “What about when you came downstairs in lingerie and acted like you just wanted a piece of fucking pizza?”
Oops.
“This is my version of that,” he says, grinning. “This is called … paybacks are a bitch.”
“Don’t be vengeful. You don’t want to be that guy. Just let me go, and I’ll ride your cock. You won’t be sorry. I promise.”
“Nah. I’m good.”
He scoots his chair so close that his knees frame mine. The soft fabric of his sweatpants brushes across my bare skin. I try again to free my hands to no avail.
His palms cup the sides of my face. They’re rough against my cheeks, providing yet another sensation.
My legs squeeze together as my arousal coats the inside of my thighs.I need him. I need him so damn bad.
He lowers his mouth to mine. I moan as he nips at my bottom lip. The twinge of pain cuts through the riot inside me, rocketing me back to the present. I open my eyes to find his waiting for the contact before he crushes his mouth against mine.
The world stops spinning.
