Having Her: Lies We Tell, Book 2 (37 page)

“Always negotiating,” she murmured.

Now he had to smile. “That’s part of it.”

“I don’t have to do everything you tell me.”

“Yeah. You do.”

“No. I don’t.”

His lips twitched again. “I see you’re not getting this control thing.” He slid his hand along the side of her neck, below her ear, so gentle. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“All right, fine.”

He let his smile free. “Gonna blindfold you.” His fingers worked open the buttons of her blouse, one by one, then tugged the silk from the waistband of her trousers, leaving her standing in front of him with her blouse hanging open, revealing nothing, really, besides the satin bow in the center or her lace bra. So sexy.

With his head bent, focused on his task, he unbuckled her narrow belt then unfastened her trousers. Loose and low on her hips, they easily slid down her legs to crumple at her feet. She toed off her heels and stepped away from her shoes and pants.

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered, his voice husky.

She moved to the bed and climbed on, giving the side eye to the rope and the blindfold.

He’d promised her he wouldn’t tie her up. Tonight. And he would never go back on a promise. He picked up the rope and tossed it across the room.

Sitting there in her bra and panties, still with the open silk blouse over them, she watched him take off his clothes, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off, then stepping out of the dark dress pants he wore. He watched her face as she studied him, watched her eyes darken, watched the corners of her mouth lift.

He stepped toward the bed and touched her face again. “Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “So sexy, in your pretty underwear, your blouse hanging open like that.” His fingers trailed down her neck, then brushed the blouse aside to expose one breast in sheer lace. Her breath hitched. “Your skin’s all flushed. Your nipples are hard. I can smell how aroused you are.”

She made a small noise in her throat, her eyes drifting closed.

He slid his hands inside the blouse over her shoulders, then pushed it off. Her wrists caught in the cuffs, and for a moment he gripped the fabric in one fist and held it. Trapping her.

She looked up at him. A pulse fluttered at her throat and her breasts lifted as she drew in a breath. He paused, reading her. Fear mingled with excitement. He didn’t want to scare her.

He released her, carefully working the cuffs over her hands then tossing the blouse aside.

He traced his fingertips over the top curves of her breasts in her low-cut bra. “So beautiful,” he said. “Take it off.”

She reached behind her for the fastening.

“Very nice.”

He reached for the blindfold. She bit her lip as he covered her eyes and fastened it behind her head.

“I like to see you,” she whispered.

“This will heighten all your other senses. Lie down on your back.”

Again, she obeyed, even though he knew how vulnerable she had to feel lying there nearly naked and deprived of sight. Brave.

The room had gone silent, the music stopped, but then faint tones began, slowly growing louder, ethereal vocals of “Musica Eternal” by Dead Can Dance.

“What happened to that playlist I made you?” she asked breathlessly. “You know…The Righteous Brothers. Rolling Stones.”

“You don’t like my music?” He grinned, knowing she couldn’t see him. Christ, she was cute.

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. “Um. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just…I feel it. Inside me. It makes me feel things.”

He nodded, getting it.

He reached for her, held her slender waist, slid his hands up her ribcage, grazing the outer curves of her breasts, then glided them back down over soft skin. His fingers trailed up between her breasts. Then he bent to explore her and taste her with his mouth, slowly, in tempo with the music. He stroked over her limbs, dragging his tongue between her breasts while one hand gently cupped her throat. The music rose and fell around them and she made soft sounds of pleasure.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the inner curve of one breast. His fingers teased her bellybutton and shivers rippled over her skin. She drew in a breath.

He closed his lips over one nipple and gave a tug. Sweet. Her nipple tightened, perfect against his tongue, between his lips. A moan climbed up her throat. He sucked firmly at the tender tip, then moved to the other breast and did the same, sucking and biting so gently.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her to obey, he lifted her and easily flipped her onto her stomach. She bent her arms and rested one cheek on her hands. And waited.

Jesus, that was sweet.

He picked up the crop from the nearby dresser and touched it to her back in a long slow stroke down her spine.

“What is that?” she murmured, lifting her head.

“It’s a crop.”

“But…”

“Remember, Kendall…you agreed. Everything I tell you.”

She lowered her head, but her body remained tense.

“Relax, baby,” he said, keeping his voice calm and soft. “Give yourself over to the sensation. Let yourself feel it. Just like you were.”

Having Her

Jackie Ashenden

Behind every heroine is the pain that binds her.

Lies We Tell, Book 2

Manga café owner Kara Sinclair has one burden she’s been carrying around so long it’s bordering on pathetic. Her virginity. Getting rid of it, though, means doing the one thing that scares her the most—letting down her guard with a relative stranger. Which makes her best friend’s older brother Vin Fox’s offer too tempting to refuse.
 

Vin barely has room in his schedule to turn around, much less worry about Kara and her crazy quest. When she insists on going ahead with a plan that he considers unsafe, though, enough is enough. If she wants to lose it, she can lose it with him. Bonus: he gets to play out his darkest fantasies, slave collar and all.

Kara thought dealing with a known entity like sexy-as-sin, controlling-as-hell Vin would smooth the way. But when it comes right down to doing the deed, not even the safety of a costume can fool her demons.

By then the game has gone too far…and the consequences could bind them together forever. Or tear them apart at the seams.

Warning: Contains a sexy, brooding “fix you” hero and a heroine who isn’t afraid of anything…except “normal.” More kinky cosplay losts-and-founds than you can shake a riding crop at. WTF Infirmary is booked up; please make an appointment before you read.

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Having Her

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