Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (52 page)

Saying he was excited about his plans was the king cobra of understatements. There was something intensely primal about concentrating on her pleasure. Focusing solely on the sensations he chose for her, opened up his own senses in ways he couldn’t explain. With every tool he picked, Cal could imagine how he’d use it and what she’d feel. It was hot as fuck.

Now he needed to prepare himself. He’d given this some serious thought too. Mulling over what he knew got her hot and bothered, it was an easy decision to strip down to nothing but his jeans.

Well
, he thought with a heavy inhale. On the exhale he huffed quietly and murmured, “Showtime.” If everything went as planned, by the time he was finished with her, she’d have a new understanding of the difference between fucking—an expression he knew she didn’t like—and making passionate love. Wild, kinky, mind-blowing, multi-orgasmic love.

And no, she wasn’t going to have the option of being quiet or not kissing him.

C
HARLIE WAS NEARLY OUT-OF-HER-MIND
with sensual anticipation by the time she heard him climb the stairs. Vowing to remember this, she tucked the effective power play into a corner of her mind for later consideration. She bet he’d melt the hell down if she did the same thing to him.

After a hurried, last second inspection, she made sure the ties were positioned just right, flipped all her hair over her shoulders and down her back, cocked a hip, leaned against the window frame and flat out struck a pose.

He was going to show her what he wanted. That’s what he said. A surge of wet heat overtook her, thinking about what he had planned.

She didn’t look at him when he came around the armoire. Feeling like one of the statues she swooned over in Italy, Charlie remained still. The desire to please him was more compelling than checking out his expression. If she was going to drip arousal, he better be hard as the marble statues in her thoughts.

Curiosity, laced with spine-tingling excitement, almost got the better of her when she heard something drop to the floor. But then he spoke in a sexy, manly growl and she surrendered to the sound so fast she nearly ended up with whiplash.

“Tesoro,” he drawled. The sound of his voice felt like honey seeping into her senses. “You are more beautiful than I have words to describe.”

Charlie didn’t have to see her nipples to know they peaked with delight from his words.

Don’t move. Don’t look. Don’t ruin it
. She was utterly determined to invade his senses with her willingness to feed his desires. Imagining her rugged princely knight coming upon her waiting for him was the fuel for quite a few wicked fantasies. Nobody ever even come close to bringing out this side to her. That’s how she knew he was the one because being sexually pleasing for someone else had, until him, held a shockingly low place in her opinions.

Her eyes darted to see whatever she could peripherally. Oh my God. He was wearing nothing but jeans with the top button undone. Was he trying to kill her? That muscled V disappearing into his pants was guaranteed to give her a bad case of the swoons. She tried to calm how she breathed but her heart was beating like crazy.

He was moving around the loft but without light or turning to watch him, she couldn’t imagine what he was doing. She heard the sound of a drawer opening, followed by his amused chuckle.

“You’ve been handsy with my things, I see.”

A burbling giggle burst from her mouth.

Finally, after he drove her to the point of screaming with his silence, he spoke.

“Look at me.”

A swift explosion of nervousness shook her from head to toe. Despite how it looked this wasn’t a game. There was a subtext going on—one she knew would determine how they moved forward. If they moved forward. The sex was great, but it wasn’t enough.

Both hands slid behind her back, one hand grasping the opposite wrist as she slowly turned her whole body and sought his face.

“Very nice,” he growled. “The ties are a nice touch.” After a slight pause, he said, “Drop them on the bed and take off the bra.”

With fingers that surprised her by how much they shook, she lost the silk ties in a hurry and removed her last garment. Now, she really was butt-ass naked and wearing only her thigh high boots.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed. She almost cracked a joke. Almost.

“You pissed me off, baby girl.”

Oh, uh, er, um.
That didn’t sound good. “My bad?” she questioned.

“Very bad,” he grunted. “Frankly, I think you need a good spanking for trying to rattle my cage with that no kissing bullshit.”

Ooooooooooooooh.
Right. Pissing him off was exactly why she’d been such a bitch and it looked as though she was about to discover the price for her transgression. She bit down on her lip to stop from grinning.

“But like I said, it’s your lucky day because you can make it up to me. Right now.” He leered at her for a second. “Or … you can take the spanking. It’s up to you.”

“Well,” she simpered playfully. “Got your attention, now didn’t I?” Rubbing her hands on her bottom, she snickered. “Think I better pass on the spanking, though, thanks very much. One Wilde sister with a handprint left on her ass by a Merrill He-Man is enough, don’t you think?”

She saw his eyebrow go up. How funny. So he didn’t know his brother was a serial bottom smacker? Guys didn’t share the way women did. Especially, when the women were sisters.

“Fine by me. Hands behind your back again, ‘tessa. I like that. Then swagger your bad ass over here and kiss me—no hands. Apologize for withholding your mouth. And don’t even think about short and sweet. I want slow, deep and plenty of tongue.”

Charlie licked her lips, put her hands where he wanted them and sashayed like a beauty queen taking the runway. Kissing without hands proved something of a logistics problem. Pressing her boobs against his chest, she leaned in heavily in order to get close enough to his mouth to latch on. Oh boy, but this was hot.

He didn’t move and didn’t make it easy for her but she was ready and willing to meet the challenge. He said plenty of tongue, so she led with that. Licking all around his sexy mouth, she flicked the corners, traced the heart shaped line of his top lip and explored the curve of his bottom lip. Eventually, his lips parted slightly on a deep inhale and they stood there, lips barely touching, breathing each other in and out. When she was nearly wasted with desire Charlie got serious about the kiss. He was right. She’d been awful for playing such a stupid game.

It felt so incredibly right to kiss him like this. Did he know what inhibiting her ability to touch would do to the rest of her senses? His hands never moved so all contact was up to her. Keeping a hold on his mouth with her lips, she went from seduction to ravenous desire in less time than it took to open an envelope.

Her breasts crushed flat on his chest, Charlie shimmied and swayed against him as she took the kiss deeper and deeper. Some dim portion of her consciousness warned that meltdown was fast approaching, but she wasn’t able to stop. Not when he tasted so good. Not when his body radiated so much intoxicating heat. Was there anything quite so magnetic as a sexually aroused male? She couldn’t imagine what.

Whimpering and moaning she kept up the kissing offensive until a stinging yank on her hair abruptly separated their mouths.

“Are you ever going to pull a stunt like this again?” His voice sounded dark and dangerous. She shivered.

“No.” Though he kept a brutal hold on her hair, she shook her head and frowned. She struggled to stay on her feet with her hands behind her back when he grunted at her answer and kissed her so aggressively she was left breathless and shaking when he finished.

“Lay down on the bed. Arms out side to side. Legs straight. Hurry,” he urged with a little pat on her bottom. Eager to comply, she quickly did as he said.

Ty moved to one side and knelt one knee on the mattress. “I’m going to tie your hands, ‘tessa. The restraint will feel worrisome,” he drawled with a brief grin. “But I’ll tie you in a way that if it becomes too much, I can release you in seconds. You have to trust me, okay?”

Was it okay? Boy. When you’re talking about these things it all seems like sexy fun and games—but presented with the reality of being helpless, well that kind of leads to a moment of truth.

Did she trust him? Trust can’t be parsed. Not for her. She couldn’t trust one part of someone and not trust the rest. If she trusted him enough to surrender her safety, she trusted him enough to put what happened and her fears, in the past.

“Okay,” she answered in little more than a whisper.

Charlie’s heart was booming in her chest. Using one of the silk ties. He wrapped her wrist and secured it to something. She turned her head. There wasn’t a headboard so she didn’t understand what was happening.

“Rope.” he murmured matter-of-factly. “Runs under the mattress. No tell tale hardware,” he snickered.

“You’ve thought of everything, huh?”

“Ah, my sweet baby girl,“ he proudly answered. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

A minute later, her other hand was secured. It felt odd. Her arms were stretched out and she had enough play with the restraint that she could move her wrists a little. But not much.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately. Without thinking, she raised her hands to clutch at his hair. When she couldn’t move her arms she grunted with frustration. Two seconds of panic followed until lost in a kiss so lustful, she groaned non-stop, and calmed down. The panic was quickly replaced by excitement.

When she was still, he stopped the kissing and sat back. Brushing a few strands of hair off her face, he ran a finger down her cheek and touched her lips.

“Are you okay so far?”

She wasn’t surprised he asked. Charlie knew he’d never do anything she wasn’t totally on board with. Then some words slipped from her mouth that shocked them both.

“I would do anything for you. To make you happy.”

His smile was warm when he tapped her on the nose. “This is about your pleasure, Tesoro. Not mine. But if you want to please me, don’t hold back. I want to hear your pleasure,” he drawled silkily. “And your pain.” She gasped. “And I want you to hear it too.”

“But,” she stammered. “Downstairs you said something about what you wanted. I thought,”

“I know what you thought,” he interjected. “And yes, this is what I want. I will pleasure you sweet Charlize until you beg for it to end. Then, when you’re complete attention—and surrender—is assured; I will make love to you. The way I want to. When my cock has broken you completely, you’ll know, ‘tessa. Know who you belong to.”

It was so quiet after he spoke, she was sure they’d hear dust if it floated by.

“Now, one more thing.” He held up another tie. Not one she grabbed from the drawer. “I want to blindfold you. Let me explain,” he added when she flinched.

“This will be a journey of the senses. You’re an artist so you know how this goes. Even mild deprivation heightens the remaining senses.” He pulled on one of her restraints. “Tied up and helpless. That got the endorphins flowing, huh?”

His hand moved above her face and a tie unfurled. Dragging the silk across her, he murmured, “Think about how sexy the silk will feel against your skin.”

Unf.
He was going for all her buttons. But a blindfold?

“Will you take it away if I get scared?”

“Oh my God,” he grunted. His hand slid beneath her neck and lifted her head. “Of course, Tesoro. Of course.“ He kissed her so sweetly, she wanted to weep from the tenderness in his lips.

“Now, shhh. Calm your mind, love. Look at me.”

She was reeling from hearing the word love—no matter what context he used.

“This is who you are, baby girl. Charlize Baron-Wilde. The Contessa of Skippy and Baroness of Wild. You are my ‘tessa and before this night is over you will know and understand in every fiber of your being just how much you are seen … and adored.”

Seen and adored. She was going to remember those words till her dying day.

The blindfold went on. Right away she felt a jolt. Taking away her ability to see, to anticipate action, made everything that much more intense.