Page 18 of The Holiday Hookup

“I want to do so many things to you, Kate.” He folds up the pillowcase until it’s a long rectangle, almost like a—

“Turn around.” I meet his hooded gaze in confusion. He bites his lower lip and tugs on the pillowcase, pulling it taut.

I want to question him, but I don’t want to appear clueless. So, I do as he says and turn around. My butt is exposed, the lace riding up my cheeks so they’re only half hidden. When he doesn’t move, I crane my neck to look at him.

His eyelids are even lower, staring at my ass. I blush, equally enthralled and timid that I turn him on. He stands up, and I let my head drop onto the bed with my face turned to the side.

Now that I’m not looking at him and I hear him unbuttoning his pants, the apprehension and nerves take over. What is he planning to do? Do I just lay here?

I hear a door open and my head shoots up, but the bedroom door is shut. I turn my head towards the closet and find Lorenzo pulling out the box that was in the corner. He’s in black boxer briefs that hug his dick in the most appealing way. His strong legs are flexed as he comes back to the bed.

I’m about to tell him to lock the door when he moves towards it, proving that we’re somehow on the same wavelength. After locking the door, he prowls toward me and places the box next to my thighs.

I didn’t realize before that it’s a set of Christmas lights. When he catches me looking, he gently pushes my head onto the bed with the hand that has the pillowcase in it.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and for some strange reason, I do.

He brushes the curl off my face and tucks it behind my ear. Then, my nose feels the tickle of fabric before it’s over my eyes and I’m enveloped in darkness. I feel Lorenzo’s body brush over my legs as he leans to tie the pillowcase behind my head. He tightens the knot, applying pressure to the bridge of my nose.

My heart is going to beat out of my chest, I know it. I don’t consider myself a prude by any means, but I’ve never been blindfolded before. And with someone I don’t know? This feels too out of control.

But, like with everything else when I’m around this man, I don’t stop it.

“Lift up,” Lorenzo says, sounding farther away. It goes even darker when I hear a click, the minimal light under the blindfold disappearing. I use my hands to lift me up and bring my knees under my hips, but Lorenzo chuckles.

His hand presses into the small of my back. “Only your hips, baby.”

Baby?

I lower my head down and bring my hands to the side of my body. My breasts press into the mattress, my butt open but only partially exposed for him, due to the underwear.

I feel his fingers graze my spine before he unclasps my bra. It falls by the sides of my triceps, and I lift my arms to remove it.

“Don’t move.” I stop immediately. A light sheen of sweat is covering my body with the nerves coming over me.

His fingers brush my waist, then my hips, before looping through my panties and pulling them down. I move my leg so he can pull them all the way off but his palm meets my thigh and stops it.

“I’m going to make this really easy for you. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”

I’m not sure why that phrasing snaps me out of my catatonic state, but it does.

“You’re just going to boss me around?” I turn my head on instinct but I’m blinded by the fabric tied to my head.

“For play, yes. Unless you tell me that you’re not okay with it.” His tone is serious, the silk and smoke nowhere to be heard.

For play.I feel the resistance in me dripping away, wanting to know what he means by that. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Talk to me, Kate.”

“Okay.” I move my head back to where it was.

“I want you to keep all this lace on.” I nod my head, my cheek rubbing against the sheets.

“I’m going to make good use of these Christmas lights.”

That sets me on edge again. “What, like tie my hands up?”Won’t they be too long?

He chuckles but doesn’t respond. I resist the urge to demand he explain what he’s doing.I can do this, I can go with the flow for one night.

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