Page 85 of When It's Us
Her nod is eager. She wets her lips again, and she looks around, almost frantic. Like she thinks I might change my mind if she takes too long. “Windowsill. I guess that’s a stupid word, isn’t it?” Her cheeks flush pink.
I chuckle. “We can use colors if you want.”
“Okay,” she nods, “yeah.”
I swallow hard, never imagining a world where Ginger would ask for something that requires a safe word. But here we are, and I’ve never been more turned on.
“You know the colors?”
She nods, eyes hooded.
“Okay. So, tell me.”
A pink blush flushes her neck and chest, staining her cheeks too.
“If you’re too shy to use them, maybe—”
“I’m not,” she blurts. “Green is good, yellow is slow down or take a break, and red means stop.”
I cock a brow at her. “For someone who’s never done this, you sure know a lot about it.”
I expect sass, at least an eye roll, but I don’t get either. All she does is wait, eyes filled with need and naked vulnerability. The amount of trust she’s giving me isn’t lost on me.
“Give me a color.”
“Green,” she says immediately, the need in her voice pulling my gaze back to hers, and I nod once.
“You need yellow or red, you use them. Understand?”
She nods. “Okay.”
I trail the belt over her wrist, up her bicep, and over her collarbone, loving how her skin breaks out again in goosebumps. Her breath catches as I move it lightly over a peaked, peach nipple.
She’s so fucking sexy, laid out for me, writhing under the leather of my belt and the heat of my gaze.
I trail the looped leather up the column of her throat and then up her cheek, down over her forehead to her lips. The leather catches a bit on her bottom lip, tugging it down a bit, and I grit my teeth at the thought of taking that mouth with my cock. It really does stretch so perfectly for me.
Later.
Right now, this is all about what this incredible redhead wants. A part of me isn’t surprised that she likes a little sting of pain with her pleasure. I do too. I wonder what else Ginger’s into.
I take my time, dragging the belt down her throat and over her collarbone, teasing every nerve. When I get to her chest, I find her gaze. Her breathing and my heartbeat pounding in my ears are all I hear. With a flick of my wrist, I bring the belt down across her nipple.
Ginger
Icryout,thesting of the worn leather across my sensitive nipple making me arch off the bed, a shot of straight lust hitting my core like lightning.
My skin flushes, my heart races, and I have the sudden urge to bring my arms down in front of me. That first strike was hard, but not overly so, the perfect amount of pleasure mixed with pain, so I keep my arms extended, resting on the pillow above me.
Hutch watches me, hooded blue eyes, expression open and relaxed. He brings up a big palm to soothe away the sting. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Want more?”
I nod, running my tongue over my dry lips.
“Tell me.” His words are low, commanding, creating a live wire under my skin as I wait for the next flick of his wrist.
