But, instead, I find myself licking my lips and leaning toward him. “I live three blocks away.”
He tears his gaze away from mine and nods at his colleague, grips my upper arm in his strong hand and leads me beside him, not behind him, toward the door.
“Wait! My friend…”
“Is right over there,” he says calmly, pointing through the crowd. Bailey is watching us with a knowing grin and gives me a thumbs-up and an obvious wink. “See? She’s fine.”
“Hold on.” I dig my heels in and pull us both to a stop. “You could be an ax murderer. A junkie. A rapist.”
His lips twitch, and he sighs as he sinks his fingers through my long hair, pushing it off my shoulder. “Good girl.”
“So, I’ll see you around…”
“Stop,” he commands softly, and I immediately obey, my feet betraying every instinct I have to keep going.
He walks to me, wraps one arm around my back and grips my bound wrists, holding me close to him. With just that one touch, my body flares to life, and I can’t help but press myself even closer against him.
He chuckles and brushes my nose with his. “I haven’t felt this physically attuned to anyone in a very long time. I promise you, I’m no criminal.” And with that, he covers my lips with his and sinks into me, exploring my lips, nibbling and tasting me, and I melt against him, submitting to his every desire.
I can’t move my arms, and I desperately want to circle them around his neck, grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me. Instead, I press my chest to his and moan as his tongue plunders my mouth. He wraps his other arm around me and presses his pelvis against my stomach, making me well aware of his erection.
Fuck, he’s sexy.
“It’s your call,” he whispers.
“Let’s go.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he leads me out to his BMW and settles me into the passenger seat, buckling me in with my arms pinned behind me. It’s uncomfortable, and I have to lean away from the back of the seat, but I’m so damn turned on right now I don’t even care.
He smiles wolfishly before kissing my cheek. “I like seeing you restrained like this.”
Before I can respond, he shuts the door, hops into the driver’s seat and speeds away.
“Three blocks down on the left,” I instruct him.
“Above that bakery?” he asks and points.
“Yes. Nice car.”
“It was a gift,” he replies carelessly as he parks.
Who in the hell gives someone a car as a gift?
He finds parking and leads me up the stairs at the side of my building.
“You’ll have to pull my key out of my purse,” I murmur, turning so he can access my purse.
“Digging in a woman’s purse always makes me nervous,” he confesses with a grin. “My mother would have cut our hands off if we dared open her bag.”
“Well, I’m a bit tied up here,” I respond with a smile.
“That you are,” he replies as he finds my keys and opens my door. He lays my bag and keys on my table and leads me deeper into my apartment toward my bedroom.
“A couple of guidelines,” he murmurs gently. “If you say ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ it all ends immediately. I’m not a sadist, so I don’t want you to hurt. But you will do as I say, without question.” He leans down and pins me in those ice-blue eyes. “Are we clear?”
“I don’t have a say?”
“I didn’t say that. If you are in pain or uncomfortable, you say so. But I’m going to make very sure that you’re not.” He grins, pushes a finger in the ropes that cross between my breasts and tugs me to him.
“Do I need a safe word?” I ask.
“‘No’ is your safe word, little one.”
“Okay,” I whisper just before his mouth finds mine again. His mouth is hard and frantic, urgent. This is going to be fast and hard, and oh my God, I can hardly wait.
We reach my bedroom, and he flips on the bedside lamp, sending a soft glow through the room.
“I can’t take my clothes off with these ropes around me.”
Standing before me, he leans his forehead against my own and brushes his hands down my upper arms and my sides, down my thighs to where the edge of my thigh-highs meet my skirt.
“I don’t need you naked to fuck you. It would be preferable, but I enjoy seeing you in my ropes.”
I grin and tilt my head to the side. “Why?”
He shakes his head and covers my mouth with his as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. He steps away from me to open his belt and pants, steps out of them, and I’m shocked to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
How that can shock me after everything I’ve seen tonight, I have no idea.
His eyes drift down my face, my neck to my breasts to where my nipples are pressed against the material of my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands and bends over to pull the hard nubs into his mouth, shirt and all.
My head falls back as I feel the pull all the way down between my legs where the ropes are nestled against my folds. All he has to do is tug them and my panties to the side and he can easily slide right inside me.
“Want to touch you,” I whisper. I desperately want to grip his hard dick in my hand, make him as crazy as he’s making me.
He lays a hand on my shoulder. “On your knees,” he murmurs, guiding me down before him.
I greedily open wide, taking the head of his hard cock into my mouth, sucking and lapping at him like my life depends on it.
And damn if I don’t feel myself grow wetter when he growls deep in his throat.
I look up to find him watching me, his jaw clenched tightly and eyes narrowed, glowing bright blue.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groans and gathers my long hair in his hands, pulling until he’s just tugging, not quite hurting me, and begins to guide himself in and out of my mouth. He never pushes in hard enough to choke me. He’s in complete control, enjoying my mouth on him.
“There is nothing sexier than this. You, on your knees, in my ropes, with your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick.”