Little bitch. Sweet as candy bitch unfortunately—especially her lush pussy. Christ Almighty, he wanted his dick in her twenty-four/seven.
Scary as hell, that. Particularly for someone who’d always counted the minutes until he could send a woman home once the fucking was over.
Not that he’d turned into a saint since meeting Nicole, nor was he likely to reform any time soon. So the question remained: How was he going to negotiate the kind of fuck he wanted with his sweet-assed bitch?
She couldn’t be bought off. A serious deterrent.
He could apologize, but that didn’t mean she’d necessarily forgive him or, more to the point, play the game he wanted.
Did she have a favorite charity? He laughed out loud at that; a generous donation for a Japanese bondage fuck? That didn’t happen every day.
With rapidly diminishing options, he decided to grovel—go into the trackless terrain beyond polite apology in an attempt to get his ass out of this sling. And what the hell, as long as he got what he wanted, who ever said sincerity was a requirement when it came to fucking? He knew the answer to that one and was still smiling when he entered the bedroom.
“It’s about time,” Nicole said, in a cooler tone of voice; she, too, had had time to reconsider her options. “I thought I was going to die in here.”
“Jesus, tiger, it’s only been six minutes. You barely had time to run out of swear words.”
“I had time.”
“Then you don’t know very many.” He sat down on the carpet, a few inches in front of her, crossing his legs in an easy yoga position.
“Where did you learn that?”
“What?”
“Yoga. My mother does yoga. I’ve tried. It hurts.”
He didn’t want the conversation to go off on a tangent, so he said, politely, “I forget. But I’d like to apologize. I was rude.” At her lifted brows, he added, “Very rude, boorish and ill-bred, totally obnoxious. I’m sorry. And if there’s anything I can do to atone for it, just let me know.”
“Untie me.”
“Besides that.”
She laughed. “I knew that was coming.”
Her laughter encouraged him. “You’ll like it, pussycat. Guaranteed.”
“You will too.”
“Fucking A.”
“Not because you’ve ever done it before.”
“God, no.” A teasing flash in his eyes, golden sunbeams. “I just have a good imagination.”
“Okay, then, sure—why not?”
A hint of suspicion in his glance. “That’s it?”
“I figured I was going to die of thirst. This can’t be worse. And my knees are going to get sore eventually, so—”
“Is that my cue to hurry?” A real smile now, all shine and dazzle.
“I do like a clever man.”
“Not because you’ve ever known one before,” he said, paraphrasing her earlier comment.
“God, no,” she mimicked. She winked. “Imagination. Not that you need any more flattery, but these ropes are beaucoup hot on all my hot spots. And a little satisfaction wouldn’t go amiss.”
A sardonic slant to his eyes. “Amiss?”
“You got a problem with that word?”
“Christ, no, I love that word, use it all the time. Especially when I’m golfing.”
“Once my hands are free, Contini…”
“Not now, tiger. Just shut your eyes,” he said, very softly, “and do what you’re told.”
She heard him move, felt him come up behind her, and sucked in a breath when he leaned over and his hands closed over her breasts.
“Whose tits are these?” he whispered, stretching her nipples.
She whimpered at the sharp sting, a second later felt the shimmering aftershock flare through her nipples, then slide downward like molten fire to her sex.
He squeezed harder. “Answer me.”
“Yours, yours, they’re yours.” The words glossy, spinning, urgent.
“What’s mine?” His fingers opened, spread wide over her breasts, closed like vises on her soft flesh. “Tell me.”
“My boobs, nipples, everything,” she said, breathless, shaking.
“No one else touches them. I’ll need your promise.”
“No one, I swear.” She was struggling to find breath to speak, her spine rigid with the torment of her vaulting need. “Only you.”
Fuck, his hard-on spiked six inches with that breathless promise. And if he’d been raised normally, he would have assuaged her impatient desires. But that pussy spread open for him, the helpless woman tightly bound, the flashbacks and hot libidinous urges flooding his body had never been house-trained. They were selfish, dangerous, intensely predatory; the kind that should be locked away.