Page 225 of Sin City Dark
“Yes. I told you I liked the sugar rush.”
Yeah, he remembered her telling him that he was eye candy.
He never did this any other way: always fully dressed, until he decided it was time to fuck or allow a toy to finish him off, and even then, he would only undo his fly.
But Jannie was no toy. For her, he would break every rule, and he was beginning to believe he would unhesitatingly burn the world down just to make her happy.
“Undress me, then,” he said in a low voice.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Rising to her knees, she motioned for him to come closer, and he did, expecting her to undo his jacket button.
Instead, she reached up and shoved her fingers deep in his hair, using it to pull his face to hers.
“You’re more addictive than flying,” she murmured, and as a rush surged through his whole body at her words, she pressed her lips to his. Her hands thoroughly ravaged his hair, while her mouth claimed his, kissing him senseless the way only Jannie could.
He let her take him, keeping his hands at his sides, not trusting himself to hold her lest he succumb to the animalistic urge to shove her ontothe mattress, rip off that wisp of lace, and sink deep into her.
Still kissing him, she ran her hands down his chest, quickly unbuttoning his jacket. He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Her hands went to his waist, yanking to unbuckle his belt. To his surprise, she left it like that.
“Yeah.” She looked him up and down, her eyes alight. “Unbutton your shirt.”
“Fast or slow?”
She smirked. “You know I like it fast.”
He smiled as he made quick work of the buttons. But when he started on the ones at his cuffs, she gripped his hand.
“Just like that. Leave it like that.”
“Is this your idea of undressed?”
“It’s my idea of hot.”
He took her hands and pressed them to his chest, right above where his heart beat, fast and hard, because of her.
“I want …” She hesitated.
“Tell me what you want.”
“No blindfolds.”
“Done.” Yeah, he’d already guessed that. A simple wrist tie should be enough for tonight. If he did this right, she might be the one to understand what this meant to him. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if he got it wrong.
“Lie down.”
She lay down on the mattress, drew her legs together, her arms stiff at her sides, and looked up at him warily.
He shook his head.
This wasn’t going to work.
“Come.” He extended his hand. “Let me show you something.”
Immediately, she grabbed his fingers, jumping off the bed as if it had suddenly turned into a glowing hot plate. Nick’s stomach clenched. He should have followed protocol, discussed everything clearly and in detail first. The only time he thought he’d skip that crucial step had backfired.
God, I’m an idiot.
He picked up the remote and passed it to Jannie, sliding an arm around her. “Press the green button.”
