Page 82 of So Wild

The nerve endings in Sam’s backside tingled, already getting their hopes up about what might follow. She inhaled, trying to focus on the matter at hand. “Isn’t…isn’t tying me up a bit basic?”

Scott eased her up the bed and wove the stretchy material over and around her wrists, fastening them to the headboard. “We’ll see.”

“Are we seriously doing this, Galahad?” Sam asked, unsure if she was protesting or pleading.

“Yes, we are. This is like last night when you asked me to order for you. Sometimes you don’t know what you want, you just have feelings and you want the pressure to be taken off. I can do that. You’ve been too wild for too long, you need to be brought back into line.”

“By you?” Sam said, trying and failing to sound sarcastic.

“By me,” he agreed grimly. “Didn’t know how to do it when I was a kid, but I know exactly what your game is now.”

“And that is?”

“You always liked me frustrated, didn’t you? Liked the way I used to stare at you when you walked past my house.”

Another electric shock zapped its way between Sam’s legs. “What happens if I say yes?”

He pulled the stocking tight, bending forward to examine the knot. “I already know it’s the truth. Maybe you would, too.”

Scott sat back and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Dear God, he was even more cut than she’d been expecting, lean without an inch of fat anywhere. She could almost see the places where tattoos should go. A big one on his side, another over the heart, something intricate and masculine that showed off all those ridges perfectly. She met his gaze and he grinned. “You tattooing me with your eyes, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said, a little embarrassed to have been caught out. “You’d look good with ink.”

“Ink you gave me?”

Fucking pre-heritage freak-out conversation. Why had she told him all that personal love/forever stuff? She raised her shoulders. “Eh?”

Scott cupped her cheek. “I used to think about this all the time. You all safe and warm in bed, me climbing in and giving us what we both wanted under cover of darkness. Did you think of me that way? Back when we were teenagers?”

No. It wasn’t that the possibility didn’t occur to her, it was that she never allowed her brain to fully process it. Probably because she knew if she did, everything regarding her pretty, posh neighbor would become a million times more complicated.

Scott’s jaw tightened. “That’s a no. I suppose that’s nothing I didn’t already know. But you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you? I bet you’ve been thinking about my mouth on you all day. You came so fucking hard, Sam. I remember that perfectly. You were squirming and humping my mouth like you couldn’t get enough of me on you at once.”

His hand slipped down her cheek to caress her neck, her collarbones, the side of her left breast, leaving a warm trail wherever his hand touched.

“Scott…?”

He looked up at her, his eyes burning blackness. “Yes?”

“Can you…” She struggled for the words. “I want us to…”

“More?”

“Yes, please.”

She’d expected Scott to torment her for asking, but he did no such thing. Instead he lifted her t-shirt, shoving it upward so it caught on the stocking around her wrists. He moaned at the sight of her bare tits, covering her right nipple with his mouth and sucking hard. Sam moaned, bucking her hips and straining her wrists. “More? Scott, more? Please?”

“I hate that I was drunk the first time I saw these,” he said, skimming a fingertip over her breasts.

“I didn’t make you drink all those cocktails,” Sam pointed out.

“Maybe not, but you made sure they kept right on coming, didn’t you?” He plucked at her right nipple. “I called that cocktail bar today. Do you know how many shots of liquor there are in those Angel’s Milk martinis?”

“One?”

“Three. Do you know how many we ordered, according to the receipt I found?”

“None?”

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