But Audrey could share his secret. She could share everything with him.
He tightened his grip on her head, stopping her motion.
She drew away. “Hey, I thought I was in charge of this scene.”
“You are.” He took a breath for courage. “But I’d like to give you what you want. Missionary position—with every inch of skin exposed.”
Her smile was brilliant as she rose to her feet and hugged him. The smooth, warm length of her body made his pulse race. He stiffened, fighting panic—a remnant from his past—even as joy filled him. His arms convulsed around her, and he forced himself to relax. Trust her. You can do this. You’re not going to hurt her.
She pressed a kiss under his jaw. “I’ll settle for half of that. It seems like a shame to waste a good table.”
She held on to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I like the way your mind works.” He caught her hips and turned, lifting her onto the table. He looked at the restraints. With shock, he realized the desire to tie her up wasn’t as strong as the desire to stay in her embrace. He reached for a condom, ripped open the package and covered his cock.
She was ready for him.
He stepped forward, easing into her. She moaned. Her arms were tight bands around his neck, and her legs held him in place. A storm raged as he fought to remain still. A sharp crack of lightning turned the room blue, and thunder boomed a bare second later. He groaned as power roared through him, escalating with every breath and every beat of his heart.
She clutched his shoulders, whimpering. “Please, Cal. Hold me.”
Across the room, the monitors graphed normal rhythms. It was now or never. Now. He enfolded her in his arms and let himself go.
Energy flowed between them in a rising current of pleasure. Her head fell back and her hips met his every thrust. He gripped her strong shoulders for leverage and rocked his hips, creating friction. Now he couldn’t get close enough to her. Power swirled through him, lighting the room, and he saw the reflection of sparks in Audrey’s eyes. Her mouth fell open. Her muscles tensed. She was close, but so was he.
“Kiss me.” He couldn’t deny her whispered plea.
He bent his head. They shuddered together. Bare skin, soft, silky, sweaty, impossibly bare skin. He felt her walls break around him, and Cal surrendered, pouring himself into her.
She held him as he trembled, and it felt like an eternity before he could open his eyes. Finally, he found the strength to lift his head. He couldn’t resist checking the monitors, and what he saw filled him with an exquisite sense of peace. With a sigh, he withdrew and dropped the condom into the trash. She collapsed onto the table, indulging in a languorous, unintentionally provocative stretch, and he was surprised to feel his cock stir. The sight was simply too much to resist, especially if he might not have another chance. He reached for her wrist and wrapped Velcro around it. She raised one eyebrow, but didn’t protest as he secured both of her wrists to the table. “You don’t need to tie me up, you know.”
“But I like to,” he reminded her. “You made your point—and then some. Now I’d like to make one too. I think you like being tied up.” Holding her gaze, he slipped two fingers inside her, gratified by the surge of wetness that met his touch. “Right?” he pressed.
She nodded, her body pulsing around his fingers. “I do…with you.” There was no fear in her eyes, no uncertainty. “Was that the point you wanted to make?” she asked.
“No—the opposite, actually, but old habits are hard to break.” He adjusted the table until she was reclining at the perfect height to take his cock. He lifted her feet onto the table and rolled latex down his shaft, allowing himself to consider, just for a moment, what it would be like to enter her bare.
He pushed the thought away. That was a fantasy for the future.
He stepped forward and slid home with enough force to make them both grunt. He smiled down at her, memorizing the image of her body on his table, just in case it was the last time he would see her bound. “I want to be with you, any way you’ll have me. You don’t need to learn the rules of my Lifestyle to be in my life. I love kink…but I love you more.”
Her eyes turned velvety. “Thank God. Because I’m not really kinky. I was miserable wearing leather in public the other night,” she admitted.
On some level, he’d known that, even if he hadn’t wanted to admit it. He reached for her wrist. “I’ll untie you.”
She stiffened. “Why the hell would you do that?” Her brows drew together.
“Because you like vanilla better,” he said, drawing back.