His breath caught as she leaned up to kiss the hollow of his throat, bared by the open collar of his shirt. “This can only be for tonight,” she whispered, as much to herself as to him. “After tonight, we have to be over.”
“We'll see,” he said, his voice strained.
Carla felt him tug on her arm and a strange ripping sound. Her eyes flew open and she realized Sam had secured her right wrist to the top right post of her four poster bed. Before she had time to react, Sam had her left wrist in his grip.
Her gaze locked on the set of bindings dangling from his free hand.
“What are those?” she asked stupidly, unable to keep the nervous tremor out of her voice as her eyes met his. In his eyes she could see the calculated glint under the blunt desire.
She tugged at her wrist, but the cuff held tight on both ends.
“You know damned well what they are.”
Her stomach did a little flip as she wondered when Sam had come across the array of “pleasure packs” Holley Cay provided, upon request, to the more adventurous guests.
Considering everything else that was available, Carla thought with a little shiver, she wondered if the restraints were the only thing Sam had availed himself of.
“And you know exactly what I thought when I saw them.”
Her nostrils flared and she tried to yank her free wrist from his grip as he pulled it up toward the opposite bed post. As fit as she was, it was pathetically easy for him to pin her wrist to secure the other cuff.
“Oh really? What's that?” she snapped and tried to summon a withering look as she rocked her hips up, hard this time as she tried to buck him off.
“I was thinking about how fun it would be for me to tie you to the bed and fuck you all night. Just like you're thinking now.”
“I've never wanted to be tied up.” she said, her voice breathless.
“Liar.” He breathed hard as he struggled to get her legs secure. She flailed her legs, felt a burst of satisfaction when she heard him grunt in pain after her foot connected with his stomach. Still, within seconds, she was securely bound, spread-eagled and naked on the bed.
Helpless.
Sam pushed off the bed, ignoring her demands to be set free. “If you don't let me go I'll scream so loud someone will hear me.”
“Go ahead,” Sam said with a smirk as he yanked off his shirt and shoved his pants and boxers down his legs. “Whoever comes will find you tied naked to the bed with your director of security. I know Holley Cay has a reputation for hedonism but that might even be too much for the board of directors if it gets back to them.”
He was right, damn it, but even as furious as the knowledge made her it couldn't distract her from the sheer masculine beauty of his body. The rippling chest and abs, the scars that saved him from being too perfect and reminded her, in spite of herself, that he was no longer the charming bad boy of her youth, but a mature, brave man, a warrior capable of protecting those who mattered.
As he'd protected her, during the storm and after.
She shoved the thought away. This was about sex, pure and simple, getting it out of their systems once and for all. If he needed to have his little power play to do it, she'd play along.
And, as she watched him take the thick length of his cock in his hand, stroking up and down as his greedy gaze drank her in, she was going to have a damn good time doing it.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, trying to sound coy, trying to keep it light.
Sam's blue eyes narrowing on her face and the faint air of menace as he rested one knee on the bed told her he wasn't in any mood for light.
She dragged her eyes from his, only to have them snag on the sight of his huge hand wrapped around his equally huge cock, the veins throbbing along their length, the plump, plum shaped head that swelled with every stroke up and down.
“I'm going to fuck you Carla. I'm going to fuck you so good you won't even know your own name. I'm going to fuck you until you scream with pleasure, until you're ready to admit how good it is between us. Until you admit we deserve another chance.”
“It will never happen,” she said, even as unease rippled through her and she wondered if she'd have the strength to resist.
“We’ll see.”
“We'll see,” she said, her mouth dry as she echoed his response. She relaxed her limbs against the pull of the restraints as he stayed where he was, kneeling between her legs, stroking his cock, up, down, in a hypnotic rhythm that created an echoing pulse between her thighs. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”
Sam released his cock, an evil smile pulled at his lips as he came down over her, his hands resting on either side of his head. He bent his head close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Not until you're good and ready for me.”