He shifted on the couch until he faced me. “Look at me.”
I met his confused baby blues. “What?”
“Zayn bought new stuff so I got the couch and bed frame from him. Picked up the TV and mattress at the store. This isn’t a club thing. MJ doesn’t know shit.”
He’d picked out everything. Just him?
“Why?” I had to know.
He scanned the room. “Shit, I’m here all the damn time, so why not? And your lack of bed frame...” I swear Dare squirmed “...cramps my style. I have a fondness for ropes, cuffs, you know, but I can’t do much without a sturdy frame. No way you’re buying shit important to me, so I did. It bothers me you don’t even notice the lack of stuff in here.”
I bust out laughing, I couldn’t help it. So he didn’t think I was useless, unable to take care of myself.
He scowled. “Why you laughing?”
“Sorry. I thought you bought this because you didn’t think I could take care of myself.”
He snorted. “You do fine without me.” He spoke to our joined hands. “I’ve never wanted to spend time with a chick out of bed, until now.” He looked up. “You just go along taking care of everyone, I wanted to do something for you.”
My throat closed and my heart somersaulted. He cared, at least a little, and he enjoyed spending time with me.
“I’m a complete ass, this is sweet, and I really like the bed.” I stilled my face. “So ropes? Did I ever tell you about my dream?”
He flashed his naughtiest smile. “You haven’t, Red. So bad. Who were you dreaming about?”
“A biker—blond full of tattoos. It was a boss fantasy.” I played with him. “He tied me up in knots, if you get my drift.”
“Need you tied in my knots right now.”
“Sounds fun.” I peeked up at him. “We okay?”
He nodded. “Your fire turns me on. I’ve seen a glimpse or two, but I didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.”
“Beware the redhead.” I stood and pulled him to his feet. “You better restrain me.”
His intense expression made my womb clench, then he swept me up and carried me to my new bed.
He stood me up at the edge of the bed, tugged off my T-shirt and unfastened my bra. He kissed each breast and pushed me onto the bed. I sunk a bit—it was so soft. He kneeled in front of me and removed my flats.
“Oh, baby, you’ll get your wish.”
Fear and excitement mixed inside me.
“I’ve never been tied up. But in my dream ropes snaked around me from shoulders to toes.”
He dropped his head, groaning. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Do I need a safe word?” I gulped.
He met my gaze. “‘Stop.’ ‘I don’t like it.’ Those work for me. This isn’t role playing, just plain, kinky sex.”
I laughed. “Good to know there’s a difference.”
He tugged my jeans down over my hips and off before his fingers eased my panties down. I would never tire of the sight of him shedding his clothes.
Reaching under the bed, he lifted two coils of black rope.
“Kneel on the floor.” The sensual command in his voice excited me.
I knelt on the wood floor, nude with my hands to my sides.
“Tell me more about your dream.”
“My ass was up in the air, my hands secured to the bed in front of me.” My muscles tightened at the memory of the dream. “The ropes, like a thousand fingers rubbing across me, drove me insane.”
“Where did they feel the best?” His husky voice rasped with shallow breaths.
I caressed my nipples. “Here.”
His harsh gasp pulled my gaze to his.
“The ropes were tied at my ankles.”
“Red, we’re going to have fun tonight.” He lifted my arms above my head and held them closed in the prayer position. He wound the soft strand around my wrists and coiled it down each arm until the rope crossed across my chest in front and back. He tied an intricate knot between my breasts with the silky rope taut over my nipples. Shivers cascaded from where the rope touched me.
“So beautiful.” Dare moved my arms down until they rested in front of me in a V.
“It’s like velvet against my skin.”
“Of course, only the softest for you.” He focused on the knots that he chained down my torso, different from my dream. He wrapped ropes around each thigh, tying matching knots on the inside of my thighs before he snaked the rope to my knees.
“How does it feel?”
“Sensual.” I purred.
He chuckled. “Stand. Too tight?”
I stood and the ropes slithered along my body, rubbing with such intimacy across my skin. “Perfect. Like my dream.”