Tornado Allie(16)

He watched her take in the room. Her chest rose and fell as she spotted the ropes waiting to trap her silky wrists and ankles to the bed. She worked over a swallow when her gaze settled on the tie he’d worn to his interview a couple weeks ago.

He’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Never wanted a woman the way he wanted Allie. Every nerve in his body went on high alert when she was near, like he was a positively charged lightning rod and she the negatively charged flash of lightning. She simply electrified him.

Needing her closer, Drake gripped her hips and yanked her between his parted thighs, his heart racing.

He sank his fingers into the towel in an effort to stay in control and keep his hands from wandering to the wet pink flesh waiting for his touch. “We need to talk.”

His voice remained steady, concealing how little control he had. He couldn’t allow another minute to pass without her knowing the truth.

“Drake?” Allie gently tugged his hands from the towel. “Talking is overrated.”

Then before he could say another word, she dropped her towel, revealing every glorious curve. Every freckle. And her glistening pussy.

All the blood rushed from his brain to his cock. He knew he had something he had to tell her, but hell if he could focus on anything other than getting inside her before he went off in his pants.

She was right. Now wasn’t the time to talk.

It was time to show her exactly what happened between a negative and positive charge.

He only hoped she wouldn’t hate him when he finally told her the truth.



STANDING NAKED BETWEEN his thighs, she trembled with arousal. Was she really going to allow him to bind her to the bed and have his wicked way with her?

She was playing with fire, and the only way to keep from getting burned was to encase her heart in a fire-resistant bubble and remind herself this was about sex. Nothing more.

Nearly every time he shared another piece of himself with her, she fell a little harder. That was why she’d decided in her shower to stifle her emotions and concentrate on the physical, the same way she’d survived the last few years. She cared too much about Drake to hurt him—which would eventually happen if they continued down this road.

Drake coughed, and flexed his fingers. “Tell me your safe word.”

“Banana.”

“Say it, and we’ll stop. Otherwise, I’m in control. No talking unless I ask you a question and no coming until I give you permission. If you do, I’ll have to spank you.”

Her jaw dropped, and her pussy contracted. “How will I keep myself from coming?”

He smirked. “I’m not sure, but if you don’t want me to spank you, you’ll figure out a way. Now lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”

For a moment, she was lost to the intense stare of his cerulean eyes. He was everything she’d ever fantasized about. She wanted this with him and only him. Even if she had to withhold her orgasm.

Nodding, she spread out on the crisp white sheets and rested her head on the pillow, a tingling awareness of the blindfold lying beside her on the nightstand. The springs squeaked as he stood and moved to the side of the bed.

He cradled the back of her head, gently lifting her neck off the pillow before slipping on the blindfold and plunging her into darkness. As he lowered her head, she became conscious of how cool the sheets were against her burning skin, and the scent of chlorine along with the raw, masculine scent of Drake.

She tried to relax, but her muscles bunched and tensed as her mind raced a mile a minute with thoughts about what Drake would do to her. Where would he touch first? Her breasts? Between her legs? Would he use his mouth again or his hands?

Warm air fanned her face, alerting her to the nearness of his mouth, and she involuntarily sucked on her bottom lip in anticipation.

His lips barely grazed hers before he whispered, “Stop thinking. I can hear that wheel of yours cranking in there.” He kissed her temple, his hair tickling her nose. Holding her wrist in one of his warm hands, he tied her to the bed.

A twinge of panic rushed through her veins, and her chest tightened.

“Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I’ll cut the bond,” he said, concern for her well-being evident in his voice. The fact he’d immediately picked up on her discomfort managed to calm her.

“No. I want this.” Her fingers entwined with his. “With you.” She heard him expel a breath, and he released her hand. No longer nervous, she waited for his next move.

He didn’t make her wait long. He shifted down the bed and tied her ankle, jolting her with the sudden touch, before he methodically and quickly bound her other wrist and ankle.

Then…nothing.

Helpless, she was spread-eagle, completely vulnerable, her body open to his perusal. She’d always heard the other senses sharpened with the loss of sight, but she could no longer tell where Drake was in the room. She imagined his sharp gaze on her as he decided how he’d use her body first.