Sweet Seduction(78)

Spicy. Yum. Just yum.

She finally cracked open one eye and collided with the hard wail of a sculpted chest. She knew that chest.

Shifting just enough that she could crane her neck, she looked up to see the chiseled outline of Nathan’s jaw, roughened slightly with an overnight beard. Mmmm, she’d love to run her tongue over it.

His right arm was thrown carelessly over his head while the other was tucked firmly around her, his fingers splayed over her ass. The innate possession in his touch sent a decadent thrill up her spine, rebounding and arcing through her body. Her entire ass tingled, and she shifted restlessly to alleviate the burn.

Inspiration struck her right between the eyes, and she sucked in her breath as she weighed the possibilities. He presented her the perfect opportunity. Just perfect. If she could just get out of bed without waking him, she could retrieve the handcuffs that Faith had given her from her dresser drawer.

Then Nathan would be all hers.

She was tempted to rub over him like a cat, but she could always do that later. After he was at her mercy.

Barely containing her gleeful smile, she began the slow, agonizing task of slipping away. After every movement, no matter how slight, she studied him for any sign that he was waking. He never even stirred.

When finally she slid out of bed, she hurried over to get the handcuffs, fumbling with the clasps in her haste.

On his side of the bed, she studied how best to accomplish her goal. Ideally she’d like both hands cuffed to the iron headboard. One would be easy, and if she could get the right wrist secured without waking him, then she could possibly get the left one done as well.

Bottom lip between her teeth, she stealthily moved in, securing the cuffs to the headboard first and then carefully easing the bracelet around Nathan’s wrist. When it went together with a slight snick, she held her breath, waiting for him to awaken.

Mentally doing a fist pump, she hurried around to the other side. Now here she would have to forgo stealth and make a mad grab for his wrist. Again she attached the other set of cuffs to the headboard, her eyes darting back and forth between his hand and the cuffs.

Well hell. No guts, no glory, and no one could ever accuse her of being gutless.

Holding her hand an inch above his wrist, she sucked in her breath and struck. She grabbed his wrist, hauled it upward and, about the time his eyes fluttered open, she snapped the cuff shut around his wrist.

Victory!

“What the fucking hell?”

He looked blearily at her and then at his wrist and then back at her again. When he tried to move his right arm, the cuffs clinked against the headboard and he yanked his head around in surprise.

“Julie, what the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Let me out.”

She slid to her knees on the bed, far enough away that he couldn’t pin her with his legs, and smiled at him in satisfaction.

“Oh no, Nathan,” she said softly. “I’ve got you just where I want you.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “And what do you intend to do with me?”

He didn’t look overly alarmed, just confused and a little annoyed. She didn’t think he’d be annoyed for long though.

With a saucy smile, she backed off the bed and stood at the end, her gaze never leaving him. The covers were bunched at his hips, but his dick was straining at his underwear in a very noticeable ridge.

She gripped the hem of the T-shirt and looked down, realizing it wasn’t hers. Nathan must have given his to her. Slowly she raised it, pulling it over her head and then tossing it aside.

Nathan’s breath sucked inward in an audible whoosh. Clad in only her panties, she sauntered toward the bed, gratified to see that ridge getting a lot larger between his legs.

She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her thong and eased it downward, watching as Nathan’s gaze tracked the progress all the way to her ankles. Then he returned to her pussy, his eyes flickering with lust. And need.

She reached for the covers and yanked them away until they gathered at the very end of the bed, nearly falling away from the mattress. She reached and smoothed her hand up his hair-roughened leg. Thick, muscular and so very warm.

She hoisted herself onto the bed, straddling his legs. The muscles jumped and trembled against her thighs, telling her without words just how much he wanted her. It was hard not to get a thrill out of knowing a man like Nathan was out of his skin with desire. For her.

Leaning forward like a wanton on the make, she slid her hands up his lean torso, over the scattering of hair on his belly and higher where the hair grew slightly thicker. She came to a stop when her head was nearly level with his.

“Let me free,” he said huskily. “I want to touch you so damn bad I’m about to explode.”