Page 63 of Wreck Me
With one hand, he shackled her wrists above her head, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. Her pulse bumped under the thin skin there, giving him an indication of how turned on she was.
His other hand cruised down her chest and yanked down the scoop neck of her shirt beneath her breast, exposing a lacy red bra that didn’t cover much of anything. Her breasts swelled over the edge of the fabric as though begging for him to touch them. Her nipples were already diamond hard beneath the fabric. He looked up at her from under his lashes. “Did you wear this just for me?”
She glanced down at him and nodded. “I thought you might like it.”
“You thought right.”
She rolled her teeth over her bottom lip, but didn’t say anything, just kept her eyes steady on his as he pulled the shirt over her head and flung it away. Her eyes fluttered closed when he flattened his tongue against her lace-covered nipple. She dropped her head back against the door and arched her back trying to get closer. He tightened his hand around her wrists slightly just to let her know he wasn’t letting go.
He licked and nibbled until the fabric was soaking wet before moving to the other peak, repeating the process. Her nipples were so hard they protruded from the flimsy fabric, making him harder still. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
She bucked against the grip he had on her wrists. “Tsk, tsk, Megan,” he murmured against the slope of her breast, tightening his fingers slightly. “You continue to be a bad girl and I’ll have to restrain you.”
Her breathing quickened. “Aidan, please.”
He moved up her body, dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses all along her skin. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
Her head nodded against his as he drug his tongue across the soft skin of her neck. “Say it.”
“I’ve been a bad girl.” The words were a strangled whisper.
“That’s right. And bad girls have to know their actions have consequences.”
Aidan stepped back and spun her around so that her chest was flush against the door and snapped his handcuffs on her wrists. “You have the right to scream my name. You have the right to come if you’re a good girl.”
Her surprised gasp turned into a moan, her cheek against the cool wood. Small pants came out of her parted lips.
Aidan moved up into her, running his hands down the side of her body, then squeezing her hips. “Are you okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes.”
“If you want me to stop, say pumpkin, okay?”
A smile curved her lips. “Okay.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Okay, then don’t move and don’t turn around.”
He hurried into his bedroom and into the closet where he found what he was looking for. With a grin, he got everything in place, then went back to the living room to find she’d followed instructions and hadn’t moved.
God, even with her bottom half fully clothed, seeing her wrists cuffed just above that supple ass made him steel hard.
“You’ve been a good girl, Megan. You’ll be rewarded for that.”
He walked up behind her and put his mouth at her ear. “Last time. Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“And if you want me to stop, what do you say?”
Her lips curved as she glanced over her shoulder. “Pumpkin.”
He rewarded her with a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below her earlobe, causing her to arch her neck to the side, giving him better access. He kissed down her neck and across her shoulder blades from one side to the other.
When she closed her eyes and dropped her head back slightly, he took the scarf he’d found in her suitcase and covered her eyes, tying it at the back of her head.
