Page 224 of Sin City Dark
His heart squeezed. “I have your consent?”
“Are you getting formal?”
“I want to be sure.”
She arched her back then, looking up at him with so much trust and anticipation that he almost felt the need to look away. “I’m sure.”
She glanced down to where the bow tie lay discarded at his feet. “Are you going to use that on me?”
“No.”
“What, then?”
“You’ll find out. Close your eyes.”
She didn’t close her eyes. Of course, she didn’t. “Aren’t you going to undress?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight, it’s all about you.”
“But I thought—”
“Set aside everything you thought,” he said. “Just feel. Do you think you can do that?”
She cast a wary glance around the barren room, then up at the ceiling. “Promise not to hurt me?”
My God. “Jannie …”
What did she think he was going to do?
He looked down on her, her chest rising and falling, her eyes wide with something he never liked to see and hadn’t ever seen from her.
Fear. Jannie was scared.
His throat constricted, and he had the strangest sensation of something stinging his eyes. Suddenly, every idea of the ways he was going to tie her up went out the proverbial window, and Nick gripped herchin, leaning down to take her trembling lips with all the tenderness he could muster.
He gentled the kiss. “We can just stop now, beautiful girl. We can go home.”
“But …” She drew back, eyeing his gray pocket square.
“The best thing about BDSM”—he kissed her forehead—“is flexibility. We make the rules. I won’t do anything you don’t want, OK?”
“OK, but …”
He waited.
She looked him up and down. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.”
Nick blinked.
And then, he started to laugh.
Jannie tilted her head, her shoulders relaxing as a little smile dawned on her lips. The fire in her eyes ignited, burning brightly as his laugh quieted, and he looked at her, grinning.
“Too many clothes?”
