Page 41 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

“So that’s how you want to play it.” He lay on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. “I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

She didn’t, but now that he’d mentioned it, the idea of shifting the balance of power in the bedroom, letting him take the reins, had a certain appeal.

She spotted his tie out of the corner of one eye and bent to pick it up.

Looping the silk around her neck, she moved between his splayed legs, putting her hands on his shoulders and bending over to whisper in his ear. “I want you to blindfold me.”

…

Beautiful. Sexy. Confident.

Those words barely scratched the surface of the exquisite creature standing before him, loud and proud and so damn perfect he ached to touch every inch of her. But it wasn’t the pouty breasts that hung inches from his mouth or the neatly trimmed landing strip of dark hair pointing the way to the promised land that wrecked him.

It was her vulnerability. Knowing she trusted him enough to relinquish control had him teetering on the edge.

He felt a momentary pang of guilt. He didn’t deserve her trust. But that was going to change. He had a new plan for Candy Court, one that had started forming as he’d watched the residents come together to make Chris and David’s wedding day one they’d never forget. A plan he hoped would help Brooke overlook the fact that he hadn’t been entirely truthful about his identity or his intentions. Once the ink was dry on the contracts and there was no way Dupree—or anyone else—could sneak in under the wire, he’d lay all his cards on the table and tell her everything.

But he didn’t have to wait until then to prove himself to her. He could start earning her trust now by giving her what she’d been brave enough to ask for.

“Are you sure?” He fingered one end of the tie around her neck.

She took it off, placed it in his open palm, and closed his fingers around it. “I’m sure.”

He gestured to the bed. “Lie down.”

She obeyed, lying on her back.

He joined her, straddling her hips. “Ready?”

She nodded. He lifted her head and secured the blindfold. “Too tight?”

She drew her lower lip into her mouth. “No.”

“Trust me. It’ll be good.” He dipped his head to her neck and dragged his lips along her collarbone. His hardening dick brushed her soft folds, already wet with her arousal. Torture. Sweet, fucking torture. “Eliminating one sense heightens the others.”

“You don’t say.” She shivered as his mouth opened to softly suck the skin at the top of one breast between his teeth. “Tell me more.”

“I’d rather show you.”

His hands cupped her face, and his mouth closed over hers in a kiss that was both passionate and possessive. He coaxed her lips open, and his tongue swept in to tangle with hers. He kissed her for long, leisurely minutes until they were both panting and desperate, then gentled the kiss and pulled back.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He pressed a kiss to her jawline. “Here.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her hands fisted in the rumpled comforter. His mouth moved to her breast. He swiped the nipple with his tongue. “And here. Sweet. Clean.”

She gave a soft moan and arched beneath him. “I didn’t know.”

“Know what?”

“That not being able to see you would be so…”

“Yes?” His hand joined his mouth at her breast, his fingers working in conjunction with his lips, toying with her nipple.

“Frustrating.” Her hands tightened their hold on the bedspread. “Intense.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “Good intense, or bad intense?”

“Good.” She sighed. “Definitely good.”