Page 39 of One Week With You
He laughed. “I disagree. You’re wearing them.”
“That was very smooth. Bullshit but smooth.”
“I try,” he said with a cheeky grin. “And it wasn’t bullshit. Everything you do, everything about you is incredibly sexy to me.”
My face warmed. Did he know the feeling was mutual, even though part of me wondered what had changed?
“Prove it,” I whispered.Challenged.
Rafe’s grin was slow to rise, likejust you wait. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the roll of red ribbon, and my eyes blew wide.
* * *
There was something wolfish in the way Rafe circled the bed, staring down at me with an expression hot enough to incinerate as I stretched out naked. I couldn’t stop squirming as he removed two condoms from the bedside table and threw them next to me as if to sayyou’re in for it now.
“How do you want me?” I asked, breathless with anticipation, my fingers knotted in the sheet, waiting, wondering what was going to happen next. I’d never been tied up before.
“Arms up,” Rafe demanded, and I did what I was told. Some part of me always wanted to rebel, to push back and do the opposite, but right now all I could do was comply.
I was lost.
That should have unsettled me, but this was Rafe and that familiarity settled into my bones, easing my vulnerability. And I was vulnerable laid out like this, tied for someone else’s mercy.
The bed frame wasn’t conducive to tying me to it though, nothing but a plain old headboard, and as if he’d heard my thoughts, Rafe admitted, “This would work better in my bed at home,” almost annoyed he hadn’t tried it there yet.
I hoped we’d get the chance.
Rafe crossed my wrists and looped the silk around them multiple times. “Look at me,” he whispered, and ripped the ribbon with his teeth the moment I did, just like that. The ends freed allowed him to fasten a bow, loose enough that I could probably break free.
I didn’t want to be free right now.
His hungry gaze swept down the length of my body. With my arms above my head, I was stretched taut, my back arched a little, thrusting my breasts higher on my chest. His breath grew heavy the longer he stared, and it was like an electric shock when he circled my nipple with the teasing tip of his finger, over and over again until they drew in hard and tight.
“This is torture,” I gasped out with a whine.
“Not even close,” he murmured, and replaced his finger with his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple and giving it a quick hard suck.
I panted, hungry for more.
I looked down at my chest and the sight of my nipple all red and wet with his kiss had my thighs clenching, a moan sifting out between my lips.
“You want more?” he said.
I nodded, adding, “So much more,” as if the gesture wasn’t enough.
Moving to the end of the bed, Rafe unravelled more ribbon and tied my ankles together in circles and loops of material. By the time he was done, my legs were tied together, my wrists positioned above my head, and my body was restless with want and need for whatever he had planned.
A throb sparked between my thighs.
Rafe gave me another blistering look as he shucked off his sweatpants, plucking a condom from the bed and rolling it down his hard length. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed, my breath leaving me in a whoosh. A second later my bound legs were wrenched up onto his shoulder, and he paused to brush a soft kiss against my ankle bone, right above the line of silk. I watched him, breathless, as he positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly sank inside.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, holding still and closing his eyes, one hand gripping my thigh – to anchor me or himself, I wasn’t sure.
With my legs bound so closely, everything felt exquisitely tight and full, heightening the sensation of him surging inside. After twenty excruciating seconds, maybe more, Rafe looked down at me again, drawing out just enough before shoving back inside me with the kind of thrust that made my breasts bounce.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, throwing my head back against the bed.
His eyes were glued to where he moved inside of me, mouth set with a snarl, and his thrusts picked up the pace, as if the sight electrified the action. Soon enough he was pounding into me and all I could do was lay there and take it, harder and deeper, whatever he wanted, whatever he tried.
