“I don’t think he meant naked and handcuffed.”
“Details,” I muttered.
She grabbed the wooden slat with her free hand and began jostling it back and forth, trying to break it free from the frame.
“Stop,” I warned. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Is this really necessary?” she complained, lying still and glaring at me.
“Yep,” I crooned as I crawled back in bed.
Minutes passed as I heard her moving in bed, tossing and turning the best she could with one arm suspended above her head.
Finally, she stopped moving, the sheets crinkling as she turned to me. “James,” she whispered.
“Yes?” I answered, closing my eyes. Hearing her whisper my names with that sugary-sweet tone had made the bottom of my stomach drop like I was on a rollercoaster ride and had just plummeted from the first hill.
“I’m scared.”
Now that I knew was a load of shit. From what I knew of and had experienced with Izzy, she was never scared—or at least she wouldn’t admit to it. She was hatching a plan, but I’d play along.
I glanced over at her, taking in her beauty and feeling slightly guilty, but not enough to make me undo her cuffs. Izzy restrained was priceless. She was like MasterCard—everywhere I wanted to be.
“I got ya. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She had let the sheet drop down a bit when she’d turned. Her nipple was almost showing, and my hands and mouth itched to feel her.
“Will you lie with me?” She pouted with sad eyes, trying to pull me in and break me down.
Obviously she didn’t give me much credit in the intelligence department. Did men always fall for her bullshit? I imagined that, with having four brothers, she was well practiced in getting her way and using her femininity to her advantage.
“That I can do, Izzy.” I didn’t bother to tell her to cover her eyes. I threw back the blanket and climbed to my feet. Fuck it. I could play too.
Her eyes grew wide as they traveled up my thighs and became fixated on my cock. “You could’ve warned a girl.”
“I don’t see a girl here, and you’re well acquainted with what I have.” I smirked, rounding the bed, not looking over my shoulder. I didn’t have to see her to know that she was staring at my ass, taking in my bare skin. “Like what you see?” I teased.
“Yes,” she whispered.
There were two things I knew with her words. The first thing I knew was that her answer wasn’t a lie. She was affected no matter how much she wanted to deny it. The second was that the niceness that had oozed out of her mouth was bullshit. There were no weapons near her, and I assumed she hoped to charm me with her nakedness to gain her freedom.
“You sure about this?” I asked as I stood on the opposite side of her bed, stark naked and unashamed.
She nodded and pulled back the blankets for me to climb in next to her.
I slid across the stiff sheets that sounded more like paper than cotton as my body moved closer to her. I punched the pillow a couple of times, trying to find comfort in my limited amount of space, but it was useless with Izzy this close to me. My semi-hard dick had grown rock solid with her proximity.
“James, will you hold me?” she asked, turning to me with those same doe eyes.
“Always,” I said as I faced her, placing my front to her side. I rested my hard length against her thigh and saw her eyes grow wide before a small smile played on her lips.
I couldn’t hide how attracted I was to her. I’d never had the capacity to turn off a hard-on. There was only one way to tame the beast, and she was currently at my mercy.
Turning her face toward me, she stared in my eyes, and I could see emotion behind her wild sapphire eyes. As part of the agency, I’d been trained in reading emotion and knowing when someone lied during an interrogation. Izzy wasn’t hard to read, since I knew her personality from firsthand experience and Thomas’s stories.
“Kiss me,” she blurted out, and bit her lip.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to taste her again, but I wouldn’t get to taste all of her like I wanted. It would be an appetizer. Just enough to drive me mad and remind her of our night together.
I leaned over, hovering just above her lips as I looked into her eyes. “Last chance,” I warned, waiting for her to respond.
“I want you, James,” she whispered against my lips before moving her mouth to meet mine.
Her mouth felt soft, and I craved to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off and choking on my hardness. What started as gentle kiss turned hot and heavy as my need for her intensified. Leaning over, I held her face in my hand, resting my thumb against our mouths.