Page 221 of Sin City Dark
A little laugh. “You have afoot fetish?”
“I think it started a minute ago.”
She looked perplexed. “They’re … big.”
His jaw flexed. There it was again, her thinking she was less than perfect. Who the fuck had put such ideas in her head? Her feet were proportionate to her height, with toes so beautiful that he wanted to kiss them—and more.
His eyes never left hers as he retrieved the bow tie, pocketed it, and slowly rose to his full height. Without her shoes and with him still wearing his, he towered over her, and Nick didn’t miss the nervous flick of her tongue across her lips.
“Turn around.”
She hesitated before she pivoted.
He moved in close, so close that she could feel his body heat, but he didn’t make contact. He bent his head and let his lips hover near her ear. Making his tongue into a point, he flicked it over the gold stud she wore, and this time, her body lurched on a sharp inhale, making her back into him, grinding.
“Ah!”
He smiled against her neck. Yeah, major erogenous zone there.
He flicked the closure at her nape. “Undo this for me.”
She turned her head and gave him the side-eye. “You do it.”
Nick held back a frustrated sigh. Submission was not in Jannie’s DNA. Slipping the jeweled button from the eyelet, he pushed the top of the dress to her waist.
No bra underneath.
He let his palms glide over her throat, stopping at her upper chest, wanting to fill his hands with her breasts. “May I?”
Hewas asking for permission. Him.
She nodded.
“Use your words. I want to be absolutely sure you want this.”
With a huff of evident impatience, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts, squeezing. “If I don’t want it, you’ll know.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough. I can only read your mind so far. In here, we need to be perfectly clear.” He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and she pushed back into him.
“You are so hard.”
“Ignore it.”
“Can’t.” She reached back, gripping him, and squeezed. “I know what this can do.”
“There’s so much more before we get to that.” He gritted his teeth and let her stroke him. Thankfully, she stopped.
“We need a safe word,” he said.
“Safe word?”
“Yes. A word that—”
“I know what a safe word is. I wasn’t aware that we’re in a situation to need one.”
He squeezed her breasts a little harder. “You’re in my bondage room, Jannie.”
“And?”
