Page 27 of Made for You
I ran my fingers through my curls, suddenly second-guessing every decision I’d made about my appearance. Should I have tamed them with the straightener, worn the type of makeup he was used to seeing me in? Would he prefer the polished version of the woman who’d already fucked him twice? Was that what he expected to find tonight?
No. I shook my head, silencing my doubt. Tonight was about finally stepping out of the box to become the woman who’d been hiding beneath that carefully constructed facade. The woman who, even from that first night, recognized something in Gage’s eyes that matched the hunger in her own.
The woman I wanted to be. With him. And for him.
The closer his footsteps grew, the harder my heart hammered against my ribs.
The last step creaked, and then he was there, framed in my bedroom doorway, looking entirely too sure of himself. Though I suppose he had reason to, given I was splayed out, clad in barely-there lingerie, waiting for his arrival.
Exactly like he’d told me to.
His gaze raked over me slowly, the corner of his mouth curling into a lazy, wicked smile. “You always this obedient, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice roughened by amusement.
My tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips, and I shook my head. “Never.”
In response, he hummed out a pleased sound and stepped over the threshold, his eyes sweeping down my body once more. “Well, it looks real good on you.”
CHAPTER NINE
I couldn’t tearmy eyes away from her, this woman who’d haunted my thoughts since that first night. She was laid out like a goddamn offering, that red lace barely covering her curves.
And her hair? Fuck me, I loved it wild and free like that, tumbling around her shoulders.
Siena watched me approach with sharp eyes that had me questioning every damn decision I’d made since I learned who she was. What she represented.
It should’ve been enough to keep me away, but here I was anyway, walking toward her bed like a man possessed, knowing full well I was playing with fire.
The rational part of my brain screamed at me to turn around and walk out. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the tension burning through my forearms like I could physically restrain the need building in me.
But she looked up at me through those lashes, and whatever hold logic had on me snapped. She was a siren, and I was her willing victim.
“Real fucking good on you,” I murmured appreciatively.
My gaze drifted to her nightstand, where a coil of cobalt blue lay beside a bottle of lube. I raised an eyebrow and reached for it, letting the silky length slide through my fingers.
“Planning on doing some roping tonight, darlin’?" I asked, trying desperately to keep the heat from my voice. God, if I could tie this woman up and have my way with her …
Fuck.
The sound of her deep swallow filled the quiet room. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath that scrap of lace she called a bra. “No,” she said, her voice deep and husky. “But I was hoping you might.”
Sweet Jesus. This woman was going to be the death of me.
She was giving me exactly what I wanted without me having to even ask for it. Like she could read the darkest corners of my mind, and like what she saw.
I nodded slowly, considering the rope in my hand. “You sure about that?” I asked, needing to hear her say it again. I didn’t know much about kink, but I knew consent was key.
“I’m sure aboutyou,” she answered with zero hesitation or notes of uncertainty. Just raw, honest desire.
Something in my chest twisted painfully. She shouldn’t be sure about me. Not when I’d come here tonight with divided loyalties—wanting her but still pretending this was just about sex. Pretending she was just a body I could fuck and walk away from.
But as she looked at me with that steady trust in her eyes, I knew I was full of shit.
“Do you understand what you’re asking for, Siena?”
“Doyou?” she challenged, shifting so that the lace pulled tighter across her breasts.
“Control,” I stated simply. “You’re asking me to take it from you.”
