Secretly Hers (Sterling Canyon)(27)

 

The hard muscles of his shoulders and chest flexed as her fingers explored the carved lines of his body—his big, athletic body. Way, waaay better than a vibrator.

 

She tugged at his belt, and within another minute, he’d stripped out of his jeans. Everything about his appearance was as perfect as his face: broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a tightly sculpted butt. If he were famous, he’d be at the top of People magazine’s annual “most beautiful” list. No wonder he was so damn cocky.

 

She reached for the hem of her negligee, but he grasped her wrist.

 

“Keep this on,” he ordered between kisses. “And the shoes, too.”

 

He lifted her before laying her on the bed, pushing her arms over her head, and kissing her mouth, chin, neck, and chest. His hands followed, caressing her breasts and waist, the fabric of her nightie abrading her skin. Then he reached across the mattress and snagged the blindfold.

 

Trip sat back on his knees as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. For a minute, she regretted the mask because now she could no longer admire his physique. Lying in the darkness, her heart kicked up a few notches as she began to anticipate what he would do next. Her senses awakened with each passing second.

 

“Look at you,” he murmured. The light brush of his fingertips traced parts of her body, creating a trail of goose bumps along her collarbone, the underside of her breast, the centerline of her abdomen, the inside of her thigh. His heavy breathing excited her, feeding her own gasps whenever she sucked in a breath under his touch. The wet heat of his mouth, and the weight of him as he shifted from his knees to his side to lying partly on top of her, overwhelmed her senses, as did the smell of his skin and spicy-scented deodorant. His kisses tasted like the wine he’d drunk not long ago.

 

Suddenly, she liked being blindfolded. Liked the way her heightened senses made her entire body purr from his attention. Liked the kind of sensual control she seemed to exert over him, too. In fact, she couldn’t have been happier about agreeing to this whole plan.

 

His mouth trailed down her neck as his fingers went to the juncture between her legs. She licked her lips and lifted the small of her back off the mattress, like a serpent at the mercy of a snake charmer.

 

 

 

Aphrodite. Somehow she’d managed to control and yet submit to him at the same time. Impossible. Surprising. Sexy as hell. And maybe more than he’d bargained for tonight.

 

Trip opened his eyes to watch her respond to his kiss and touch. Her lips parted. Her muscles twitched. Her body quivered and arched, seeking him out.

 

He ached to bury himself inside her already, but wouldn’t rush this pleasure. When she hooked her leg over his hip, he smiled. “That’s my girl.”

 

He rubbed his body along the length of hers while kissing her hard, harder, invading her mouth the way he planned to invade her body. She tasted like chocolate and wine. Her hair tangled up all around his hands. Her dusky pink nipples were tight and hard beneath the negligee.

 

“I like that,” she moaned, her nails scratching along his shoulders and back with just enough pressure to feel good.

 

“I can tell.” He then reached over for the lengthy robe sash and hooked it through one of the bedposts before gently binding her wrists. “Does my naughty girl like this, too?”

 

“She does.” She writhed within the binding in order to get closer to him.

 

His heart raced even more than when standing at the top of any snowy cornice before hucking off the edge and into the deep powder.

 

As he finished the knot, he gazed at her—blindfolded and bound for him. For his pleasure. A rush of hot lust crashed over him, making him groan and descend upon her with a blitz of kisses. He sucked at her nipples through the see-through nightie, loving the way her body writhed for him. Adrenaline spurred him to get a little rougher with his mouth and hands.

 

“I want you, cowboy.” She bucked her hips.

 

He parted her with his fingers, and teased her, caressing her hot center until she begged for release. “More,” she pleaded, so he used his mouth and his hand to push her closer to the edge. “Oh, yes. Now!”

 

“Patience, princess.”

 

Her heels dug into the mattress; her hands strained against the sash. He watched her body tighten with the pleasure he held just out of her reach. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted to control her. Make her moan and groan and beg. He wanted her to feel him, and feel the lingering evidence of him tomorrow.

 

“Trip, please.”

 

She smelled and tasted like sweet, sweet sex, which worked him up into a lather. He continued his onslaught until he couldn’t wait another second, and then, after tearing open a condom package with his teeth, he thrust himself inside her, making her call out in surprise.