The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (25 page)

She nodded. “Yes, we have more tests to perform.”

The first test involved how long he could go without breathing. He settled his mouth over hers, tasting and exploring and pouring four and a half months of fantasies into one kiss. Her tongue stroked his. He caressed hers. His left hand slid along her arm to her shoulder, her neck, her hair. Reaching up to the back of her head, he felt for the fasteners holding her hair in place. Some kind of pins. Hairpins maybe? He plucked one out, dropping it to the floor. Another. And another. And another. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, halfway down her back. His fingers feathered through it. Damn, he had to look. He lifted his mouth away from hers. Soft, sleek strands of shiny black silk shimmered in the dim light. “You are so incredibly beautiful and sexy.”

She took a step back, her hand patting the desk behind her until it landed on the foil packet. She gave him a sultry smile. “I want you to fuck me now.”

His voice stuck in his throat, and his cock pulsed. He loved when she talked dirty. In lieu of gaping at her like a fish, he nodded.

Tearing open the package, she stepped toward him.

Gunnar watched as Andromeda rolled the condom down his cock, gathering all his willpower not to beg her to speed up the process. Her slow glide had him tightening his stomach muscles to prevent an eruption. He loved her hands on him, but he needed to be inside her.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her feet behind him. His erection slipped through her slick wetness into her hot, tight pussy. Home, sweet home.

“You feel so good.” She looped her arms around his neck, meeting his mouth for a soul-deep kiss.

He savored the slide of her tongue against his, teasing and exploring. God, he could kiss her for days. “And you feel amazing.” He carried her to the chair. “I’ve waited so long for this. Since the first time I saw you.”

Settling into the seat, he grasped her hand and tucked it through the elastic band still on his wrist. The loop seemed to instinctively stretch to accommodate both their wrists. He repeated the process with her other hand. Their palms pressed flat to each other. Their fingers slid together to link and clasp their hands in an unbreakable bond. “A strong, binding connection. Duality.”

“I hadn’t thought to test the coupling constant this way.” She rocked forward, taking him deeper inside her. Her eyes drifted closed. “Perfect. I appreciate your in…put.”

“My pleasure.” He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her tempting lips. “Always glad to assist a fellow researcher. Hold on tight to me.”
Never let go, Andromeda.

She moved back and forth in a slow steady rhythm. His own reverse movement complemented hers, increasing the blood flow to his erection. Her snug tunnel tightened around him, just as the bands held them together. Jesus, he wasn’t going to last long. He hoped she was close to coming, because his orgasm approached at alarming speed.

Raising their linked hands above their heads, he pulled her perfect breasts flush to his chest and put all his desire into a kiss. Tongues plunged and swept in time with the strokes of his cock into her pussy. Tension built in his balls, her moans and purring threatening to steal the slight control he had. His muscles shook with the effort to hold back.
Come with me, sweetheart. Please come with me.

The sudden rush of waves dragging him into an ocean of bliss took him by surprise. She clamped down on his hard length, her own orgasm seizing her. He swallowed her cries and returned them. His body tingled from tightly clasped fingers to bare toes braced on the cool tile floor. Warmth flowed from her skin to his and back again. From palm to palm, forearm to forearm, torso to torso. Everywhere they touched, heat passed between them. Pure energy. Sexual and emotional fusion. Two bodies and souls, now one.

Spots dotted his vision. He sucked in an unsteady breath to calm his racing pulse. What would she say if he told her the words battling to get out of his mouth?
No, too soon.
Maybe he could tell her he’d fallen in love with her after they spent the night in his bed. He wanted more than this one time with her. “Come home with me, Andromeda. Please.”

Chapter 5

With her hand tucked in Gunnar’s, Andromeda exited the lobby, leaving behind two smirking security guards. As she’d signed out, Brita winked at her and whispered, “Way to go, girl.” Winston hadn’t said a word, only grinned.

“Have you had dinner?” Gunnar’s question surprised her. Did he expect more than another sexual encounter? Oh, how she hoped so.

She blinked, trying to remember if she’d eaten. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed, a wonderfully infectious sound. “Dr. Fetter, you need a keeper.”

A smile tickled her lips. Was he applying for the position? “I’ve only missed a few meals in the name of research. If I’m working late, I usually pick up something on my way home.”

They crossed the parking lot to a silver sedan. He pulled his keys from his pocket, pressing the unlock button. “How had you planned to get home tonight? I saw you arrive with one of your assistants this morning.”

Actually, she’d forgotten her car was in the shop. “Um, I’m not sure. I…I…guess I could’ve slept in my office. I keep a change of clothes in my desk for emergencies.”

He opened the door for her, closing it after she settled in the seat. His gaze met hers through the windshield as he rounded the front end of the car. When he slid behind the steering wheel, he leaned over to touch his mouth to hers. “Like I said, you need a keeper. I’ll throw together something to eat, and you can wear one of my shirts all weekend. You’ll look much better in it than I do. Well, maybe not the
whole
weekend.”

All weekend?
Today was Friday? She’d thought coming home with him meant sex tonight and perhaps more in the morning. What did he mean by…?
Ohhh.
If she wasn’t wearing his shirt, he wanted her…naked? She stiffened, trying to hide the sudden spasm between her thighs. A soft moan escaped. “Food would be…nice.”

Starting the car, he chuckled. “I have to say, the next couple days should be interesting. You’ve broadened my horizons considerably. Too bad we couldn’t take the bands out of the lab, but I have plenty of neckties.”

He
liked
being restrained? She’d thought she was perverted in the dreams she had. Another ripple of sensation had her squirming. This time she couldn’t muffle the whimper.

“You aren’t starting the next round without me, are you?” She didn’t have to look at his face to know he was grinning. “I might combust while I’m driving. That could be dangerous. We’ll be home in two minutes.”

Not his house or apartment or condo.
Home
. How could such a simple word sound so intimate? Like he wanted more than a physical relationship?

He reached across the console, slipping his fingers through hers. “Almost there.”

His touch soothed and electrified her prickly skin. “Hurry, Gunnar. Please.”

* * * *

When Dr. Andromeda Fetter let loose, she went wild. Gunnar had never seen her so impatient. Reactive. Uninhibited.

Sexy
. The woman oozed femininity and magnetism. Something about her attracted him like no other female ever had. No wonder he’d fallen in love with her within weeks of their first meeting.

He flipped the signal as he neared his street. A careful left turn, then a right into his driveway, to the house he’d purchased less than a month ago with her in mind. He tapped the garage door opener and waited to drive into the empty two-car garage. Pulling into the left side, he shut off the engine. Did she have any idea he wanted her for more than a bed partner? Time to hint at his intentions. “Are you hungry? I was in the middle of making supper when you called. The sauce is ready. I just need to reheat it and cook the spaghetti.”

“Supper? Yes, I’m hungry.” She finally seemed to relax a little, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. He climbed out, rounding the car to open her door. “Um, I probably shouldn’t help. I’m a terrible cook.”

“Not a problem. I enjoy cooking.” Hell, he’d serve her breakfast in bed every morning to keep her there. Guiding her into the house through the kitchen entrance, he hung his keys on the hook by the door and toed off his shoes. “Would you like a glass of wine? I’ve been saving a bottle one of the techs gave me for a special occasion.”

Her eyes brightened. “This is a special occasion?”

He nodded, slipping off his suit coat and tie. “I finally got to see what you’ve been hiding behind that exceptional brain of yours.”

She followed his lead, removing her blocky, brown jacket and hanging it and her purse on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. His gaze went straight to the full curves under her blouse. She wasn’t exactly looking at his face, either. Maybe they wouldn’t eat first.

“Gunnar, do you mind if we have supper a little later? I think I’d like to see your necktie collection now.”

Were they on the same wavelength or what? She wanted to continue their less-than-conventional sexual adventures. His cock sprung to life.
Who am I to argue?

“I have quite a variety. They’re the staple gift from my niece and nephew for birthdays and major holidays.” Grasping her hand, he aimed for the master bedroom. Would she notice he used only half the closet? He’d been saving room for her since he’d moved in two weeks ago. One more night of coming home to an empty house would’ve driven him out of his mind. “I’ll give you a tour of our…um,
the
house later.”

Reaching the end of the hall, he stopped in the doorway to flip on the light switch. He stared at the bed across the room. How had he never noticed the convenient posts at each corner? Or better yet, he’d tie himself to her and her to him.

Andromeda’s breath caught in her throat. Gunnar had led her to his private sanctuary, a room designed for lovers. From the four-poster bed with its deep burgundy comforter and contrasting black and tan pillows to the muted lighting and airy draperies on the wall of windows. “Lovely.”

“Yes, you are.”

As she turned to contradict him, he covered her mouth in a demanding kiss. His tongue stroked hers, compelling her to respond to his urgency. Burying her fingers in his thick caramel waves, she held him in place, meeting every caress with an answering stroke. His hands skimmed along her arms to her shoulders then followed her jaw to her neck and down to the buttons of her blouse. He backed her into the bedroom, her heels sinking into the carpet. She kicked off her shoes as he walked her backward. Still he kissed her.

He paused, pulling his mouth from hers until their lips barely touched. “Closet. Ties.”

Her heart leapt in her chest. Had he enjoyed her experiment in the lab as much as she had? “Yes. Ties.”

A door swung open beside her. Gunnar reached into what must’ve been a closet, gave a tug, and held up a handful of neckties. “Bed. Naked.”

Dragging her fingers through his hair, she went to work on the buttons of his shirt. He finished with her blouse at the same time she found his bottom hem. They shrugged out of one layer, his hands passing the ties from one to the other, and moved to the next. In less than a minute, their clothes lay in piles at their feet.

He gave her the most wicked, spine-tingling grin she’d ever seen. “Hold out your hands.”

Her tummy flip-flopped, and a rush of moisture dampened the skin on her inner thighs. She hadn’t expected to like the idea of being the passive participant. Well, not exactly passive. But allowing someone else to control the situation…? Not just
someone
, only Gunnar. She obeyed his request.

He threaded the silk through and around her wrists, ensuring she couldn’t break free even if she wanted to. Knotting the tie, he led her by the loose ends to the bed. He picked her up, setting her on the cool, smooth fabric of the comforter and leaning in to her. His lips teased hers with a light kiss. “You said you trust me. If you want me to stop, tell me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

If she could’ve fallen any more in love with him, she would’ve at that moment. “I
do
trust you, and I know you won’t hurt me. No stopping. Right now, I want you to start.”

Chapter 6

Easing Andromeda toward the head of the bed, Gunnar grabbed another necktie to secure her to the corner post. Her trust meant the world to him. He’d never fully let go of his inhibitions with any other woman, but he returned Andromeda’s faith in him. He knew she wouldn’t have used his inability to escape the elastic bands to do anything to him he wouldn’t enjoy.

Looping the tie around the post, he knotted the ends to the leftover length attached to her wrists. “Not too tight?”