No Reservations (10 page)

The sultry look that appeared on her face made his own breathing deepen and roughen.

“Are you looking for reciprocation?”

The words made him feel like he’d been sucker punched. Christ, yes, he wanted her
mouth on his cock.

But even more so, he wanted to be inside her.

“Not right this second. What I want is for you to stand up, walk over to the dining
table, and bend over.”

Her eyes widened with each word but he didn’t give her an out this time. If she wanted
one, she had to know she could take it. Stand up to him and say no.

If she couldn’t . . . then there was no way this would work.

He and Mia had—

God damn it. When the hell was he going to stop?

Apparently as soon as she got up and did as he asked.

Which was now.

Drawing her legs together, she stood, so close to him the hem of her dress brushed
his cheek as she turned and headed for the table.

It was only big enough for four people and that was pushing it. But it was the perfect
size for her to lie across and grab the other side.

Fuck, she looked so damn hot, even though her dress had fallen to cover her to her
knees.

He’d remedy that soon enough.

Pushing to his feet, he followed her, his hard cock rubbing against his zipper and
making him even hotter.

When he reached her, he flipped the skirt up over her hips, exposing her rear.

Her skin gleamed in the low light from the table lamp across the room. He wanted to
make her ass burn, watch it turn red.

He stopped himself from fulfilling that one. Again, too soon. Didn’t want to rush
her.

He settled for pushing.

She shivered as his hands made contact with the backs of her thighs, rubbing the skin,
massaging her tight muscles. When she began to relax, he shoved her thighs farther
apart.

Her gasp sounded harsh but she didn’t pull away. At this point, he didn’t know that
he would have let her. At least not right away.

“Hold there and don’t move.”

Her eyes closed this time as she laid her cheek against the wood top.

“Good. I want to fuck you just like this.”

“Then do it. Don’t just talk about it.”

Her arch tone brought a smile to his face. He really wanted to give her a swat for
that but, again, he stopped, gritting his teeth.

Another time. And there
will
be another time.

When he opened his belt and lowered his zipper, she trembled. But her legs didn’t
close.

And when his cock finally escaped the confines of his pants, he couldn’t help but
tap it against one rounded cheek. The sensation made him groan, the zip of electricity
shooting from his balls to the tip of his cock.

He pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself, unsure if he’d remember to
do it later. Or even care.

Christ, he hoped they got to the point in their relationship where they didn’t need
one.

What relationship?

He shut off the voice and concentrated on her.

She couldn’t exactly lay still—her breathing was too heavy. But she didn’t arch her
back toward him when he moved closer. Maybe she did have a little submissiveness in
her.

He placed one hand low on her back to hold her down. Let her feel the weight pinning
her.

He kicked her feet out several more inches, opening her even more.

When he looked down, he saw the evidence of her desire slicking her pussy.

Taking his cock in one hand, he angled it straight ahead. Rubbing the head in that
moisture, he made sure he was coated.

They were both breathing like track stars after a four-minute mile. The urge to take
her felt like a fever in his blood.

And still he took the time to bend down and bite the curve of her hip.

Hard enough to leave a mark and make her flinch.

“Jesus, Tyler, do you want me to have a heart attack? I need you to fuck me now.”

He loved hearing that obscenity come out of her mouth. He never had before, but from
Kate . . . it lit him up.

She wiggled her ass, rubbing against his cock until he thought he might explode before
he got inside her.

Grabbing her hips, he held her still, using just enough force to ensure she knew what
he wanted.

He wasn’t sure she’d obey. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to. He almost wanted her to
fight him.

But when she stilled, he knew nothing would ever be easy, or uncomplicated, with Kate.

He couldn’t go slow. He had enough sense to wrap one arm around her hips so she didn’t
get hurt. Then he thrust, hard and deep.

So fucking tight. She clenched around him, her grip as tight as a fist. He felt his
orgasm building already and took a few seconds to stave it off. And to absorb the
feel of her rippling around him.

So damn good.

With his cock hard inside her, he ran a hand up her back, along her spine, and into
the dark silk of her hair. She’d twisted her head to the side and lay with one cheek
against the table. Eyes closed, lips pursed. Waiting.

Watching her face, he withdrew only to push back in hard.

Her lips parted and a soft sound emerged. Almost a gasp.

He did it again, and she moaned this time. The sound hit him in the gut, made his
cock twitch. His fingers curled into her hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers
as he began to thrust, slow and steady.

He didn’t pull her hair. He let it slide through his fingers as he slid in and out
of her body. The color and texture ensnared him. Like mahogany silk, such a deep,
rich color.

Against her skin, it looked even darker. And her skin was so soft.

Bending even farther, he let his forehead touch her back as his hips picked up the
pace.

His heavier weight kept her pinned, the edge of the table biting into his arm and
keeping him grounded, but each time his thighs slapped against her ass, the sound
brought him closer to climaxing.

“Do you like being under me, Kate? Do you like having my weight pin you down?”

She didn’t speak. She wriggled against him, making his cock move inside her, hitting
different nerve endings and making him grit his teeth.

With a hard tug, he pulled her tight against him, stuffed as far inside her as he
could go.

“Answer me.”

After a short gasp, her mouth curled into a smile. “Trust me, if I didn’t like it,
you’d know.”

He thrust again, smiling when he heard her moan this time.

“I’m going to keep you under me all night.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.”

The catch in her voice made her tone breathy and brought out the part of him that
wanted to own her.

The part he was afraid would never want to let her go. Even though he’d sworn not
to fall so hard for a woman that his entire life was wrapped up with hers.

Sex. This is only
sex.

Right. He knew there was a hell of a lot more going on here. And he didn’t know if
he had it in him to make it work.

He only knew he needed to make her understand that right here, right now, she was
his.

“Not a challenge. A promise.” He felt a tremor run through her body, causing her sex
to clench around him. “One you’re going to love. Starting now.”

He withdrew until the tip of his shaft barely kissed her labia, maneuvered until he
rubbed against her clit, then sought her entrance again. He followed this pattern
for several minutes, feeling her body tighten just a little more with each thrust.

His own body throbbed with the need to release, to ride her until he exploded. Each
retreat and return pushed him closer to that edge. Lost in a haze of pure animal sensuality,
he put one hand on her shoulder to hold her steady and finally let go.

He rode her. Hard. Each time he thrust, he felt like she parted a tiny bit more for
him.

Moving the arm around her waist so he could get his hand nearer her pussy, he speared
two fingers between her thighs and trapped her clit between them.

She cried out and tried to move her legs closer together. “Oh God, yes.”

With his legs between hers, she couldn’t move. “Come on, Kate.” He tightened his fingers
then released. And repeated until she was gasping for breath, squirming against him.

Her every move inflamed him and he gave her clit one last pinch, which set her off.

She practically screamed his name, her sex clenching around him, squeezing.

He tried to hold off, tried to ride it out so he could continue to fuck her, but she
was too much.

He thrust one more time then held himself deep inside her as he came.

Seven

“So, Tyler, are you ever going to loosen up enough to ask me if I want to be tied
down?”

Kate felt Tyler start beside her.

They’d made it to her bed a few minutes ago, and she still felt slightly drunk from
the amount of champagne she’d consumed at the wedding after finally loosening up enough
to have some.

She hadn’t eaten much, though Tyler had made sure she had just enough not to get sloppy
stupid on the alcohol.

Now, she still felt pleasantly buzzed and totally triumphant.

The dress had held together. And she’d gotten a damn nice bonus check from Senator
Shanahan.

Still riding the high of the day and the alcohol, she figured she might as well say
what was on her mind while she felt uninhibited enough to do it.

Hell, she’d just had sex on her dining room table. What was a little baring of the
souls between them?

“Are you sure you’re not too drunk to want to know the answer to that question?”

She wanted to laugh at the totally tight-assed way Tyler said that.

Lifting her head, she propped her hands on his chest then rested her chin on them
so she could stare up at him.

With his hair mussed and his five-o’clock shadow even darker than it had been earlier,
he took her breath away. The phrase
stunningly masculine
didn’t do him justice, she decided.

And his body . . . She wanted to lick him from head to toe and tie him to her bed
so he couldn’t leave.

But that wasn’t what he’d said he liked.

No, he’d told her he was into dominance, and right now, her inhibitions were low enough
for her to try just about anything. Or at least entertain the possibility of trying
anything.

“I’m not drunk enough not to know what I want.”

His mouth quirked into a devastatingly sexy grin. “I think I understood that. And
I didn’t have near as much alcohol as you did.”

“Are you avoiding the question, Mr. Golden?”

The grin disappeared into an intense stare. “Not avoiding. Just wondering what your
answer would be if I told you exactly what I wanted to do.”

Ooh, that sounded naughty. She shivered even as her sex clenched.

Jeez, a little decent sex and she turned into a deviant.

And now she sounded like her dad. Shit. She quickly shoved away that thought. It had
no place here.

“Why don’t you try me?”

He paused again and she could tell he was debating just how much he wanted to say.
Just how kinky was this guy?

“Have you ever been tied down?”

The question, asked in that whiskey-dark tone of his, made her sex go even wetter.

She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks but refused to drop his gaze. “No. But I’ve
thought about it.”

“What else have you thought about?”

Hmm, where to start?
How much to reveal?

It felt like a delicate dance. Say too little and he’d be afraid he’d scare her off.
Say too much and possibly bite off more than she could chew.

Not that she’d mind taking a bite out of him like he’d done to her.

“Tell me your fantasies, Kate. You can trust me with them.”

Oh, it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. Tyler seemed nothing if not trustworthy.
Stable. Steady.

All the things she’d wanted in a man. All the things she’d thought she’d found with
Arnie.

And yet with Tyler, it all felt different. Maybe because she sensed the darker side
he typically kept hidden.

Could she deal with that side? Did she have it in her?

“I’ve thought about having my hands and feet tied to the bedposts. Of being blindfolded.
Of being taken and having no control over what happens to me. Of being forced to accept
pleasure.”

She watched his expression tighten with each word, felt his body tense beneath her.

When he didn’t say anything right away, she thought maybe she’d said too much. Damn
her mouth. It almost always got her in trouble.

She closed her eyes, but when he cupped her face and rubbed his thumb along her cheek,
she opened them again to find him looking at her with undisguised lust.

“Will you let me tie you up?”

“Do you want to?”

“I’ve wanted to tie you to my bed since the moment I met you.”

It made her even wetter to hear him say that. If she hadn’t been sure she wanted to
at least try it up until that moment, she certainly was now.

“I’m willing to give it a shot.”

He didn’t move right away, just stared at her until she thought maybe he’d changed
his mind.

“Can I borrow a few things from your workshop?”

“Sure.”

He slid out from beneath her and headed out the door. She got a quick glimpse of his
very fine, naked ass before he disappeared down the hall. God, the man was gorgeous
coming and going.

She tried not to let her brain run wild while she waited for his return. Tried not
to let her nerves get the best of her. She wasn’t frightened. She knew Tyler wouldn’t
do anything to harm her.

So why did she have such a knot in her stomach?

She didn’t have enough time to think about it because Tyler returned, his hands filled
with various colors and fabrics.

She saw black and red silk she used for underwear, black lace she’d used to overlay
a satin corset, and some purple velvet she had plans to use in a peignoir set.

“On your back, Kate.”

Oh, baby.
The command in his tone made it hard for her to breathe, but she obeyed.

And that little kernel of doubt pinged in her brain again. That one word—
obey
—hit a sore spot she wasn’t sure she understood.

But she pushed that aside and concentrated only on Tyler.

The man was built like a piece of art. He didn’t have a typical businessman’s body.

A light coat of fine, dark hair covered his muscled chest and arrowed down to his
groin. His erection bobbed almost flat against his rippled abdomen, the tip nearly
reaching his belly button.

Her mouth watered and she thought about sitting up and taking him in her mouth, but
she didn’t want him to think she didn’t want to play this game.

If this even was a game.

He stopped by the side of her bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Arms out.
Spread your legs. And don’t move.”

“Am I allowed to speak?”

“Only to tell me no or to tell me how much you like it.”

Okay, this was going to require a lot of tongue-biting because usually her mouth ran
nonstop.

But she nodded and did as he’d said.

The urge to pull her arms back in and close her legs hit her almost immediately but
she swallowed hard and kept her eyes on him.

“Perfect.” He lifted his hand to run his fingers down her cheek, along her neck and
to her breasts, where he rubbed his thumb over a nipple. The sensation was so sharp,
it made her gasp.

“I’m going to tie your wrists to the posts,” he said as he dropped the pile of material
next to her on the bed. The piece of velvet rubbed against the outside of her thigh,
the roughness enticing.

She bit her lip against the urge to squirm.

“Good. Control the need to move as much as possible. Part of this process is trust,
Kate. You need to trust that I won’t hurt you. That I only want to bring you pleasure.”

She did trust him, even on their short acquaintance.

Nodding, she let her gaze drop to his hands as he fingered the pile of cloth.

He picked up the red silk, ran it through his hands, then looped it around her closest
wrist.

The material felt cool against her skin but heated fast when he tied it securely around
her wrist. Her shoulder bent as he tugged her arm up closer to the bedpost, the sensation
of being vulnerable increasing.

Still, she managed to keep her mouth closed even though she wanted to say something,
anything, to relieve just a little bit of the tension building in the room.

Although, why she wanted to do that . . .

Just call her contrary.

And a little out of her comfort zone.

But isn’t that what she wanted? To step out of her comfort zone?

Tyler moved to her ankle, pulling a length of peach satin from the pile. This time
he gave a little tug as he tied the piece to the post, stretching her body just a
little farther.

More air evaporated from the room, and now she knew she wouldn’t be able to take her
eyes off of him, even if she tried.

On the other side of the bed, he picked a matching piece of peach satin to tie off
her other foot. His fingers lingered on her ankle for a few seconds before he began
to drag them up her shin. Light enough to raise goose bumps. Her legs instinctively
tried to close, and the fact that she couldn’t increased her desire.

Her sex, still sensitive from earlier, felt almost painfully so now. She needed something
to fill it, whether it was his finger or his tongue or his cock.

“Tyler, I need—Oh!”

He did exactly what she wanted, stuffed two fingers inside her sheath. No warning.
No hesitation.

“No speaking, Kate.”

He removed his fingers just as quickly, leaving her panting with lust. And when he
continued to trail those two fingers up her body, she felt her own moisture, wet against
her skin.

She bit her lip, trying to hold in the whimpers. She refused to be reduced to a pile
of quivering flesh so soon. She was stronger than this.

He made fast work of her other wrist with the black satin then stood back, as if to
admire his handiwork.

She felt tight all over but in no pain from the bindings. Even so, she tugged on them.
The air felt cooler than it had, but that was probably her imagination. Or the fact
that she felt like she was burning up.

Then he picked up the black lace.

“Now I want you to close your eyes. This will only affect your vision. It won’t block
it completely. You can open them when I’m done. Trust me, Kate.”

That was
so
not the problem right now. She wanted him to hurry. She felt like a bottle of pop
he’d shaken for hours, corked and ready to explode.

It should’ve embarrassed her, how fast she snapped her eyes shut.

But she couldn’t be bothered to care because he was tying the knot at the back of
her head now.

“You look beautiful. You can open your eyes or you might want to keep them closed
for a little while yet and just feel.”

The bed shook and she felt his knees brush her hips just before his hands landed on
her breasts.

Cupping them, he plumped the small mounds, pinching the nipples, making her arch off
the bed, at least as far as she could. She only had so much leeway with the bindings.

He played with her breasts for several long minutes, as if he were fascinated by them.
When he bent and put his mouth on her, she choked out a sigh.

Yes. There.

His lips closed around one hard tip, sucking it into his mouth and flicking at it
with his tongue. The sensation lit through her like a steady pulse of electricity.
The heat from his mouth then the cool of his breath as he pulled back to blow on her
wet skin drove her closer to achieving something she never had before—an orgasm simply
from having someone suck on her breasts.

She knew, somewhere deep in the part of her brain that was still capable of thought,
that it was almost more mental than physical. Sure, the sensation was necessary, beyond
pleasurable. But the mental stimulation from knowing it was Tyler and the deprivation
of her sight combined to make her nearly frantic.

Almost as if he could read her mind—more likely, he could read her body language—Tyler
spent several long minutes at her breasts, alternating his attention between them.
His tongue felt like wet sandpaper, her nipples peaked and throbbing beneath it.

She tried not to writhe too much, didn’t want to dislodge him, but she needed more.

Needed—

Yes.

He bit her, hard enough that she felt it between her legs. Hard enough to give her
that orgasm she’d been reaching for.

She moaned as her sex clenched with tiny contractions then nearly jumped out of her
skin when Tyler tapped her mound, catching her clit with one finger.

“So beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Kate. I’m gonna make you come again, sweetheart.”

She opened her mouth to tell him to hurry up but before she could get the words out,
he tapped her again, harder this time.

And she came with a strangled cry. Short and sharp and still not enough.

Vaguely, she realized he was moving again, his knees now shifting between her legs.

“Lift up.” He tapped her hip and she moved without a thought. A second later, he shoved
a pillow beneath her hips.

The feeling of exposure intensified and she could barely hold in a moan.

“Kate. Are you okay?”

She had to take in a breath before she could speak. “I’m fine.”

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now. Open your eyes.”

She did, immediately. And blinked at the distortion of her sight by the lace.