Page 39 of My Salvation
CHAPTER 17
KATE
I can’t believe it’s May, and I’ve been here two-and-a-half months. Time’s flying by. During the week, the practice keeps me incredibly busy, but I manage to see Lev or Lowell at least once. Then, on Sundays, I go out to the ranch and have a riding lesson with Shaw and supper with all three.
My friendship with Shaw is coming around, but then again, so is my attraction for the quietly enigmatic man. I haven’t told anyone, because I don’t want to destroy what I have with Lev and Lowell, but I can’t stop thinking about him. Shaw, on the other hand, seems perfectly content to keep me in the friend zone.
It might be for the best. I sent him a bourbon of the month gift to thank him for the lessons and riding gear. This seemed to be the opening he needed to feel comfortable texting me. While he doesn’t send much, he makes me text him whenever I go out with Sarah to let him know where we are going, and then again when I get home. I think he’s just naturally protective.
Rolling my shoulders, I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, we only had a few patients today, so everyone left right at closing. I have plenty of time to get ready before Lowell gets here.
After a quick shower, I pull on silky lounge pants and a button-down silk shirt. My nipples pebble as they slide against the smooth fabric. It’s a bold move to go completely commando. Since the shirt is silk, Lowell will figure out pretty quickly I’m not wearing a bra. He’ll then start to wonder if I’m wearing underwear. Until he knows for sure, it will drive him crazy. I grin. I love to test his control.
About fifteen minutes later, Lowell walks in with that long, easy gait of his. I’m in the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine, when he comes up behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, he reaches for my glass and takes a drink.
“Hello, my dear. Mmm...thanks, I needed this drink.”
Without replying, I rub my body against his as I stretch up to get another glass. Hmmm, I reach for the glass with a stem. Wait. No, I think I need the stemless. Reaching up again, I exchange the stemmed glass for a stemless one. Hard to decide between stemless or stem, right? Hearing him inhale sharply behind me, I laugh silently. The thin silk of my outfit makes it feel as if I’m rubbing up against him naked. Let’s go with stemless. Pouring myself another glass of wine, I wait.
He lowers his glass to the counter. “Put your hands up on the upper cabinet, and don’t move them.”
Once my hands are on the cabinet, he palms my head as he pulls it back to search my eyes. As if I’d be that careless. My face is as blank as a new canvas. Leaning down, he gives me one of his carefully controlled kisses.
I love and hate his kisses. I love that they represent him so uniquely. I hate the low simmer of desire that leaves me balanced on a knife’s edge. Never spiking, never raging.
As he draws back, I smile and force a yawn in response. “Hello, Lowell. Please excuse me, I must be tired.”
Narrowing his eyes, he studies me for a second before smiling darkly. His hands reach around and unbutton my shirt. Finding my bare breasts, he laughs huskily. “Somebody wants to play, huh?” His fingers lightly caress my nipples, rubbing circles, flicking.
Groaning, I arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands. My ass rubs against him for a second until he pulls back, his hands the only point of contact, a whisper, torturing me.
“Please,” slips out of my mouth.
“Tell me,” he commands.
Pressing my lips shut, I wait, shivering in anticipation of his next move.
When he gets no further response, he turns me around until I’m facing him, then lifts me onto the counter to sit. Taking each of my hands, he places them so I’m cupping my breasts in offering to him.
“Mm...a snack, my dear? Don’t mind if I do.”
Leaning forward, he latches on to my nipple, licking and sucking hard until it’s swollen and stiff. Crying out, my fingers twitch as I fight the need to break the pose and clasp his head tighter to me.
As he switches to my other nipple, I’m surprised to feel something cold slide onto the first one. Glancing down, I see a glint of gold.
Fuck me, he brought the nipple clamps. Guess he wants to play, too.
Once his lips leave my other breast, his hand reaches up and clamps the second nipple, too. A small gold chain is attached to each clamp, essentially attaching each breast to the other. Stepping away, he removes my hands so my breasts swing lightly, the clamps pulling at my nipples. I hiss at the sting.
My breasts sway, and the clamps pull and release. Desire shoots straight down to my clit, as if another invisible chain is tying my breasts and clit together. Moaning, I begin to appreciate the addition of the chain. I flood with wetness as my breasts sway. My hand unconsciously moves toward my clit to bring some relief, but it’s captured by Lowell.
“I didn’t give permission for you to touch yourself, or to come.” Lifting me off the counter, he helps me stand. “Leave your shirt open.”
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes glitter with dark lights as he takes a minute to view the picture before him. Reaching out, he pulls on the chain swinging between my breasts to bring me flush up against him. Gasping at the slight pain caused by the clamps, my hands reach out and grab his shirt, fisting tight. My pain becomes a key, releasing him from his control. His mouth crashes down and consumes me. He’s relentless, forcing me to take what he gives and return it with equal measure. This is what I want. Not controlled kisses, but passion and dominance.
Picking me up, he carries me over to the island and lays me down on top of it. I shiver as the cold surface seeps through the silk top. Pulling away from my lips, he spreads open my shirt and trails his mouth down to my breasts, giving me light kisses along the way.
Raising up, his head tilts to watch my face as he releases a clamp. Blood rushes into my nipple, and I cry out at the bite of pain. He instantly soothes the sting with his tongue. Stroking and flattening his tongue against my nipple, until there is only pleasure. I move to clutch the back of his head, but he captures my hand and forces it to the side.
