SIX MONTHS (A Seven Series Novel)

“Slide it out,” he said. “Do it slowly.”

 

 

Holy smokes, my inner voice exclaimed as she had a mental orgasm.

 

I pulled his belt and listened to the hissing sound it made as it slid out from the loops. When it was free, his mouth parted slightly and his breath caught.

 

“Drop it.”

 

The buckle clamored against the wood floor. Reno placed his hands on the wall above me and leaned in hard. “I’ve wanted you since the first day we met. Austin tried to warn me when he saw the way I looked at you, but I can’t stop looking.”

 

“Why did he warn you?” I asked in a breathy voice.

 

“Shifters and humans don’t mix. We can’t have kids with your kind and we live longer.” His breathing grew heavy with need as he looked down at me. “Pick up my belt.”

 

I tried to look down but my chest was pressed against his. “Step back; I can’t move.”

 

“Yes, you can,” he urged, his eyes dripping with lust.

 

I found the belt with my foot and had begun to lift it up monkey-style when Reno’s mouth came against mine.

 

“With your hands.” He kissed me softly and leaned back, waiting for me to make a move.

 

Not one to back away from a challenge, I placed my hands around his waist for balance and slid down the length of his rock-hard body. Every inch of me rubbed against him and Reno reduced the space between us to nothing. I got an eyeful of his crotch on the way, and wide-eyed, I grabbed the belt and tried to stand up. There wasn’t any room, so I practically had to climb up his body as if it were a mountain.

 

Mount Reno, an expedition that left me wondering if I needed a harness.

 

When I felt a tremor go through him, I knew he was turned on.

 

His body pinned mine against the wall. “Can I lock this around your wrists? I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. We can stop at any time; just say the word.”

 

I looked up at him with quiet eyes.

 

“Never mind. We don’t have to—”

 

“No,” I quickly said. “I want you to. I trust you.”

 

He took the belt from my hand and, without breaking eye contact, looped it around my wrists. Not too tight, but it left a lot of slack with the holes at the end of it. His pupils dilated and I was getting so turned on by the thought of his hands on my body that I could hardly think. He pivoted around and led me by that belt into the hallway.

 

I remembered Denver’s warning about Reno. Something about him being rough or tying women up. What exactly did he do with them afterward?

 

My guess was that I was about to find out.

 

Reno led me into a bedroom and shut the door. He lifted his arms and slid one of the holes in the belt over a hook secured to the ceiling. Who has a hook in their ceiling? So there I was, standing with my arms tied up above my head in Reno’s bedroom.

 

I’d never felt such a wave of anticipation come over me. I fought to get my panting under control when he slowly walked behind me, snaking his hand across my breasts and the flat plane of my stomach. Then he slowly unbuttoned my pants, tugged down the zipper, and got on his knees behind me.

 

Every move was methodical and slow.

 

I peered under my arm and watched his fingers grip the hem of my pants and slide them down. I bucked a little and when they fell around my ankles, his mouth feverishly began kissing my upper thigh.

 

“Oh, God,” I breathed. Moaned. My ankles were tangled and I tried to kick the pants away, but Reno gripped my legs and held them still.

 

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

 

His mouth moved higher, his tongue stroking and tasting my inner thigh. When his hand cupped my ass, I gasped. Reno quickly stood up and broke contact.

 

He paced around front and examined my hands, checking the tightness of the belt. “If it hurts, you let me know,” he said. “Don’t put all your weight on that belt. I’ll be upset if you bruise.”

 

I nodded.

 

Then he stepped in close and kissed my mouth salaciously. His fingers lifted the hem of my shirt higher until it was over my head. He pulled it high enough that my mouth was free, but I couldn’t see anything.

 

Before I could ask that stupid “What are you doing?” question, he tugged down the cups of my bra and his mouth came around my left nipple. Desire licked over my body as he flicked his tongue and sucked in tight pulls.

 

I couldn’t see through the heavy material of my black shirt. All I could feel was his hot mouth; even his hands weren’t touching me. It was the most erotic sensation—wondering when he pulled his mouth away where it would end up next. He surprised me with a warm kiss to my neck, and then his tongue circled around my navel before moving to my breast, where he flicked his tongue so maddeningly, I felt it to my core.

 

I needed him. God, how I needed him.

 

I could hear his heavy boots pacing in circles, but he didn’t touch me. I pressed my cheek against my right arm, breathing heavily.

 

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