Tying You Down (10 page)

She moved closer and looked at the rich three-layer chocolate cake that had raspberry sauce dribbled in a design around the plate. A large bowl was filled with strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and red raspberries. At the center of the fruit was a cup filled with some kind of cream cheese or whipped topping to dip the fruit into.

“Where do we start first?” she asked as she moved close to him.

“First, why don’t you show me what you have on under that robe?” His voice was rough as he asked the question.

She bit the inside of her lower lip and untied the robe’s belt. She let it slip over her shoulders, revealing the black satin and lace corset.

His eyes darkened with desire. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he traced her cleavage with one finger, her breasts barely contained by the corset. She trembled as he touched her, and her nipples grew tighter, aching to be touched.

He moved his mouth to hers, kissed her, and pushed the robe down her arms to the floor where it fell around her bare feet.

Chapter 13

“Sit on the bed.” Tate gestured to the mounds of pillows.

With a thrill skipping through her belly, she slid onto the mattress, her back against the pillows. He picked up the fruit bowl, walked toward her, and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

He selected a strawberry and dipped it into the creamy white topping, then brought the piece of fruit to her mouth. Her gaze never left his as she parted her lips and took a bite of the strawberry. The topping tasted like cream cheese and whipped cream and the fruit was sweet and juicy. He fed her the rest of the fruit before setting the stem on the plate.

“How did you like the strawberry?” he murmured.

“I loved it.” She looked at the plate, picked up a blackberry, and dipped it into the topping before raising it to his lips. “Your turn.”

He took the berry into his mouth along with her finger and sucked. Her eyes widened at the erotic feel of the wet heat of his mouth on her finger.

When he released her, he chose a raspberry and dipped it. “Taste this.” He pressed it against her lips. She took his finger into her mouth like he’d taken hers and she sucked as if her mouth was on another part of him.

“Damn, but you’re good at that.” His lids lowered as the words rumbled up from his throat and she could feel the level of sexual tension between them rise.

She fed him a strawberry next and he slowly ate the fruit and licked the juice from her fingers while watching her with his intense gaze.

He picked out another strawberry and plucked the stem from it, tossing that part aside. He dipped the fruit, but this time he pressed her against the pillows with one hand so that she was resting more fully against them.

“Relax,” he said softly. She was so keyed up she had a hard time relaxing as he took the strawberry and drew it down from her collarbone to the corset’s neckline, leaving a trail of white topping behind. He pressed the strawberry into her cleavage before looking at her. “I’m so hungry,” he said as he met her gaze, and she knew he didn’t mean for the fruit.

She caught her breath as he lowered his head and licked away the white substance. His tongue made lazy circles over her flesh and she let out a soft moan as his lips reached the exposed mounds of her breasts. She slipped her hand into his hair and clenched her fists in the soft strands as he bit into the strawberry resting in her cleavage.

He bit into the fruit and she released his hair as he raised his head. He brought the strawberry to her mouth with his, offering it to her.

Her teeth sank into the juicy berry as they ate it together until it was gone and all that remained was their lips pressed against each other. He kissed her, the kiss long and languid. He tasted of berries and heat, and smelled earthy and masculine.

They fed each other fruit until it was gone and all that remained was some of the topping.

“We can’t let this go to waste.” He tugged down her corset and her breasts spilled out. She couldn’t catch her breath as he smeared the white treat on her nipples then sucked all of it off.

“I never knew eating fruit could be so erotic,” she said when she could breathe again.

He made a sound of agreement. “This is the best fruit I’ve ever eaten.”

When the topping was gone, he kissed her again and then he eased off the bed. When he was standing, he shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt, letting it drop to the floor then unzipped his Wranglers. He pushed the jeans down with his boxers and she swallowed as she took in his beautiful male body.

His powerful muscles flexed as he returned to her. His green eyes drank her in, his dark hair rumpled from when she’d clenched her fingers in it. What attracted her most at that moment were his thick, rigid cock that jutted out and his large, heavy balls.

“I want to see all of you.” He reached for her panties, tugged them off, and let them drop to the floor. She scooted up in the bed and leaned forward when he said, “As much as I love it, this needs to go.” He unfastened her corset and set it aside, leaving her completely bared to his gaze.

“We’re not finished with dessert.” With a heated look, he moved back to the tray and picked up the chocolate cake, which she’d completely forgotten. He returned to the bed and set the plate on the nightstand. The three-layer slice was big, and the layer of frosting on top and the side was thick.

Before he could sit down, she slid her legs over the side of the mattress and got to her knees. He watched her as she reached over to the plate on the nightstand and scooped a large dollop of frosting from the cake with her fingers. She turned to him, grasped his erection, and began smoothing the frosting over a good portion of his cock.

“I love chocolate frosting,” she murmured as she grasped the base of his cock. “It’s my weakness.”

He sucked in his breath as she lowered her head and began licking away the thick frosting.

Tate almost couldn’t think clearly as Jo started licking his cock. Her tongue was soft, her mouth warm, as she slipped her lips over the head.

A groan rumbled up in his chest as he slid his hands into her soft, beautiful red hair. “Damn, that’s good,” he said.

She drew away and gave him an impish grin. “I have to agree. This is amazing frosting.”

All he could get out was a grunt as she lowered her head and began sucking and licking him, and squeezing his balls. She looked at him as she went down on him, her eyes glittering in the room’s low lighting. The fact that she was watching him made everything more erotic.

The most intense sensations he’d ever felt tightened his groin, as she’d bring him close to the brink of climax. He’d stop her so that he wouldn’t reach orgasm yet, and she’d reach for more frosting and smear it on his cock again.

His thoughts were cloudy as she took him higher and higher until light sparked behind his eyes.

When he knew he couldn’t take any more without climaxing, he held her head still with both hands. “Get on the bed.” It came out like an order and she smiled up at him from her kneeling position before she obeyed.

Her thighs trembled as he pressed them apart and his throat worked as he looked at her and the soft curls between her thighs.

“I’ve always thought you looked like a goddess.” He stroked her damp folds with two fingers and she gasped. “Even more so now.”

He reached for the plate of chocolate cake and set it on the bed. With his hand on one of her knees, he dipped his finger in the raspberry sauce that had been dribbled in a design around the plate. He brought his finger to his mouth and looked at her as he sucked off the sauce.

“Please.” Her eyes were wide as she watched him. “Don’t wait anymore. I want you inside me.”

His cock ached even more as he thought about sinking deep within. She would feel so tight, so good, when he finally took her. But not yet.

“There’s still plenty of frosting.” He slid his gaze over her beautiful body. “Where should I start?”

She looked at him with desire and need so great that it magnified his own desire. “I need you, Tate.”

He moved between her thighs, scooped up frosting with two fingers, and she gasped as he swept the chocolate down her slick folds. He moved so that his broad shoulders pressed her thighs apart and he lowered his head. She smelled of chocolate and woman and he tasted the sweet combination as he swiped his tongue over her clit.

Jo cried out and raised her hips, unable to stop herself from clenching her thighs to the sides of Tate’s head. He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, holding them as he licked the chocolate from her folds and sucked the soft flesh.

She thought she was going to go out of her mind as Tate slowly and repeatedly spread chocolate on her then devoured it all. Every time she thought she was going to climax, he’d stop.

“All out of frosting,” he murmured.

She didn’t think she’d be so happy to have him run out. He started licking her in earnest and she felt an orgasm building inside her. The sensations whirled through her mind and body as she filled with heat and could barely think anymore.

And then she was crying out as she shot over the peak into a climax that rocked her to her very core. Her whole body throbbed, shook, trembled, as Tate continued. She finally squirmed and clamped her thighs so that he would stop driving her crazy with every aftershock his tongue caused.

She tried to catch her breath as he slid off the bed. Dazed, she wondered why he was leaving her, then saw that he was getting something out of the wallet that was in his jeans. He pulled out a foil packet and tossed his wallet aside.

He stood at the foot of the bed, tore open the packet, and drew the condom out. The packet fluttered to the floor. She watched in anticipation as he slowly and deliberately began to roll the condom down his cock. She swallowed, watching his movements, then meeting his gaze and seeing the desire in his eyes.

Desire, and something more. Something she couldn’t read, or maybe didn’t want to read.

The next thing she knew he was kneeling between her thighs, then bracing himself over her as he positioned his cock against her core. “You’re mine, Jo.” He remained motionless for a moment. “I’ll always take care of you. You’ll always be a part of me.”

Her heart pounded at his words. Conflicting emotions warred inside her, but what won out over everything else was lust. She wasn’t ready to face anything else but her need to have him.

Slowly, he slid inside her, and she gasped as his thickness stretched her, filled her, and his length reached deep inside.

She grasped his rock-hard thighs as he began to take her. She loved the feel of the muscles flexing beneath her fingers and she dug her nails into him.

His strokes were firm but he began to increase in tempo. His thrusts became harder and harder. It felt like he reached deeper and deeper inside her.

The fierceness of his expression, the tension in his jaw, told her what a fine line he was riding between holding back and climaxing. The way he looked at her, and his firm, hard strokes, had another orgasm building inside her within moments.

Her skin flushed hot and she raised her hips in time to meet his thrusts. Every movement of his body, every brush of skin against skin had her nearly flying apart.

And then she was flying.

She barely recognized his shout as he climaxed with her. He continued to move in and out of her, milking his cock, drawing out both of their orgasms.

When he finally stopped, she started to come down, to drift from that place she’d gone to just moments before.

She looked up into his eyes as he stared down at her, his hands braced to either side of her shoulders.

He raised one hand and brushed his knuckles along her cheek and down her jawline. She shivered at the touch. He said nothing, but a world of meaning was in his eyes.

Chapter 14

What had she done?

Jo slipped out of bed, naked, and stared down at Tate’s sleeping form as he lay on his stomach, the sheet draped loosely over his hips, his torso bare. He looked so hot with his dark hair tousled and a shadow of beard on his jaws. His back was muscular, his shoulders broad, and every muscle in his arms seem well defined as he hugged his pillow beneath his head.

She swallowed, turned away, and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and leaned her back up against it for a moment, shutting her eyes and trying to get his sexy image out of her mind.

It was no use. She opened her eyes, pushed away from the door, and braced her palms on either side of the sink and looked at her reflection. Her own hair was a mess, her lips swollen from his kisses. She felt well and thoroughly taken, her body sore from being well used.

She looked away from her reflection and went to the glass-walled shower. She opened the door and turned it on, running it until the water was warm, then stepped under the spray. She lifted her face and let the water rush over her. She wet her long hair and pulled it back over her shoulders as she let the spray beat down on her breasts.

If she was being honest with herself, last night had been amazing. But what ate at her was the fact that she knew Tate would expect more of her than just sex. He’d said as much.

It had been too soon to go to bed with him. But she’d wanted him so badly that it had been all she could think about. She’d let her hormones get the best of her.

The bathroom door clicked and she stiffened.

“Want some company?” came Tate’s low drawl as he opened the shower’s glass door.

Her body responded almost instantly. Yes, she more than wanted company when it came to him, even as she mentally battled herself.

She relaxed and turned to him, water running in rivulets down her body. “Good morning,” she said and almost groaned when she saw his naked body and how damned good looking he was.

He shut the glass door behind him, brought her into his arms, and kissed her. She gave a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut, and then slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. His skin felt cool against her skin that was warm from being in the shower, but it wasn’t long before his body felt as hot as hers.