His Private Pleasure(41)
She smiled up at him. “I hope you know how amazing this feels for me.”
“I think I have a clue.”
“Maybe we were meant for this—two people who make a habit of rescuing others, rescuing each other. That’s how I feel, Dylan. Like I’ve been rescued, and at the same time, found the place I was always meant to be in.”
“As long as it’s right here—” he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard and fast “—then I agree one hundred percent.” He kissed her again. “Tell me again.”
“I love you, Dylan Benjamin Jackson.”
“Damn, but that’s good. I’m warning you right now I’m going to need that fix often.”
“So now I’m your pusher and you’re the junkie.”
Dylan grinned. “A love junkie, that’s me. Lock me up.”
She arched her brows. “Speaking of which…when does it get to be my turn? You keep promising, but then we keep ending up in some derivation of this.” She wriggled her still-bound hands.
“My intentions are always good,” he said, taking hold of his knotted tie. “And you don’t seem to complain.”
“Well, no, but—”
He cut her off with a hard kiss. It was all sinking in now, that she was his and was going to stay his, for as long as he loved her, which would be forever. Filled with the heady rush of it all, and maybe a little drunk on the power of it, too, he made the instant decision that they should begin their life together the way he meant to continue it. Her taking control of every other thing…and him finding a way to get her to take whatever he damn well wanted to give to her, when he wanted to give it.
He turned and pulled her after him.
“Where are we going now?”
He’d have smiled if he hadn’t been in almost physical pain from how badly he needed to be buried inside her right at that very moment. “Town bad boy I might have been, but no way am I roughing up that sweet skin of yours against that tree.” He tugged her toward the curb, where his truck was parked.
“Yeah, Mr. Bad Boy,” she teased. “You talk big about taking risks, but we both know you’d rather keep your pleasures—and those smiley-face briefs—private.”
He opened the back door, gripped her hips and put her up on the back seat. Grinning, he dipped in for a kiss and didn’t come up again until she slumped weakly against him. “That, too,” he responded with a grin. “When it comes to you, I’m not going to be big on sharing. When you’re not running the town and I have my time with you, I’m going to have you, and have you often. All to myself.” He traced a finger up the inside of her legs, then shifted them into the truck before he lost what little control he had. “I’m greedy that way.”
He was buckling her in when she said, “Um, Dylan, my wrists are still—”
“I know.” He closed the door and hopped in the front seat and gunned the engine. “Lean back and relax.” He glanced in the rearview mirror. “You’re not leaning.”
“Is this a proposal or a proposition? Because, I can tell you—”
“No, that’s just it. You’re going to let me tell you. Now lean back.” He looked in the mirror until she did. “Now—” he pulled out and slowly drove out of town, the opposite direction from his house “—while we drive, I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. How I’m going to do it. How I’m going to enjoy doing it. For how long I’ll do it…and—”
She was already sighing and relaxing back in her seat. “I do love a man who knows how to push me around.”
“As long as it’s this man you’re loving.”
“You’re the only one I ever have.”
He slowed the truck a little and looked back at her. “I know exactly how you feel,” he told her.
She smiled, then stretched and let her legs slide open just a bit. He bit down on the inside of his cheek and forced his attention back to the road. He had a feeling their lives were always going to be a battle for control.
He could hardly wait.
“So, tell me, are we always going to do wild and crazy stuff like this, too?”
“I’ve discovered I like taking you off guard.”
“Honey, I like you taking me just about any way you want.”
He grinned. “I’ve discovered that, too. Which is what makes you—and doing this—so irresistible. Now, have I mentioned just how I’m going to peel that dress off of you later?”
“No. No, I don’t believe you have.”
“With my teeth.”
He heard the satisfied little gasp and smiled at the dark road ahead.
“I want you to imagine how that soft dress will feel, being slowly pulled across those perfectly beautiful nipples of yours. I might even drag it down, slide it slowly between your legs.”
She whimpered. “Just make sure you don’t take too long telling me,” she warned, her voice all soft and needy. “You did leave my hands bound in front, you know.”
He chuckled. “You take charge of this and you’ll end up having only yourself to blame when you’re done before I get started.”
She thumped the back of his seat with her foot, but smiled at him. “You derive way too much pleasure from bossing me around, you know.”
“Hey, the way I look at it, you get to boss everyone else around all day. Someone has to be the boss of you and let you off the hook some of the time.”
“And you’d be the guy for the job?”
He just glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her, then turned his attention back to the road. He had no idea where they were headed. But then, that was why he’d fallen in love with her in the first place.
“Then I’m going to get a bottle of honey,” he continued. “And heat it up….”
“Definitely the guy for the job,” she murmured happily, managing to unbuckle the seat belt so she could stretch out until she was lying along the seat, bound wrists over her head. “Tell me more.”
Dylan was pulling over and climbing in the back not ten miles later.
“What about the honey?” she murmured as he climbed on top of her.
“Who said I’m done yet?” he said as he slid into her.
“Not me,” she groaned. “But then, you’re in charge.”
“Yeah. And don’t you forget it,” he said, pushing deeper as they both laughed. “And don’t let me forget it either.”
“That’ll be my pleasure.”
“No,” he managed to say as she tightened around him, “that’ll be ours.”