Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) (11 page)

He caught her close as she slept and kissed her temple.

After she had confided in him like that and submitted like
that, how was he going to let her leave him within days? The prospect of losing
her made his skin itch. His eyes burn. He pressed his lips to her fragrant,
damp hair and fought the urge to howl. She stirred, mewling her enjoyment.

The truth hit him hard and he grimaced. He was in danger of
caring for this woman deeply. More deeply than he had for any female in
decades.

How could that be true since he had met her only yesterday?

Shocked, he smiled to himself. He was forty-two and no young
buck. He usually could do a woman justice with two good fucks a night.
But
there is no substitute for inspiration. And this woman is that for me.

“You think too much,” she told him, stirring from sleep.

“Only about you.” He grinned down at her.

In admiration he caressed her belly. She caught his hand,
more eager then he thought, then pushed it between her thighs. He easily,
greedily found her clit, polishing her nub until she came again with loud
cries. He thrust his fingers inside her as she pulsed around him and made him
smile. She could certainly come multiple times, no problem there. Christ, he
hoped he could constantly do her proud. Three times in the space of an hour was
a record for him lately. Though he never counted his virility by how often he
came but how often his partner did, he was ready to strut about his success
with Willow.

Rolling her over, he admired her sated beauty as she curled
her arms around his shoulders. “It’s corny but thanks for all of this.”

He squeezed her legs between his, his hands massaging her
neck. “I’m the one who’s grateful. You’re giving me back my youth.”

Her plump lips curved up in a soft smile. “You’re giving me
my freedom.”

“Yours is mine, baby. So what do you say? Let’s have dinner.
You need your strength.”

She cocked a brow. “So do you.”

“True. But you’re going to spend the night and sleep with
me. I promise not to touch you. You need rest.”

“I won’t refuse.” She got a wicked gleam in her dark eyes.
“Let me wash you first. We’re still sticky.”

He chuckled, one of his hands delving between her thighs.
“And you are oh so wet and swollen.”

Circling her hips to get the full impact of his deft
caresses, she laughed. “You have a one-track mind. May it never change
subjects. Do I wear you out?”

“You better try.”

“Invitation accepted.” She jumped up, took his hand and led
him into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stepped in and he, smart man,
stepped right behind her, his hands on her breasts to tweak her nipples. She
grabbed the bar of soap and handed it to him. “One thing I do regret about
tonight though.”

“Hmm.” He frowned as he enjoyed himself by getting her pussy
all sudsy. “Let me fix it, whatever it is.”

“There isn’t any dessert.”

He hooted, spinning her to him. “Oh, darlin’ of mine,” he
said as he spread lather down her shoulders and all over the peaks of her
breasts, “there will be dessert.”

She giggled. “You just said we’re eating and sleeping, no
sex!”

“Yeah.” He sent one hand down her belly to find her aching
clit and rub it softly. “I lied.”

She cuffed him.

He fucked her again then, standing there, soap all over them
instead of pie.

* * * * *

Dressed again, they moved about the kitchen so slowly,
kissing and touching as though they couldn’t get enough of each other that it
was ten o’clock before they sat down to eat. By the time Willow got to the last
of her steak and they had polished off the beans and the bread and the salad,
she was thoroughly sated. She marveled at why that was and knew food was not
part of the answer.

During dinner, Wade had sat right next to her at the
breakfast bar. He’d played with her hair and her fingers while they ate. He’d
leaned over time and time again to bite her shoulder or her earlobe. He had
whispered little words of praise about her pretty mouth or her beautiful eyes.
He had pulled her into his arms at one point and put his hand inside her
bodice. Flicking her nipple, he had told her she was the most responsive woman
he had ever known. Her pussy, flowing and swollen, had sought the pressure of
the kitchen stool for any relief. And by the time she swallowed the last of her
dinner, she had shivered, she had quaked, and now she was a molten pool of
yearning, crazy to undress him, suck his cock and never get out of his bed.

“Coffee with dessert?” he asked, his aquamarine eyes
innocent as a bull in mating season as he shut the dishwasher and turned it on.

She shook her head. Hell no. Out of bed she had a bit more
sense and wondered if what she had told him about cuffs and spanking had given
him a nutty impression of a horny broad with no Stop button. Did she want the
dessert he was offering? Hell, yeah. And if he wanted to delay the inevitable
any longer she was going to hit him over the head with his cast-iron skillet
and drag him to the bedroom like a cavewoman.

Discarding any common sense, casting fate to the wind, she
rose from her chair. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and
took his hand. “I want to be bad.”

His mouth quirked, his tendency to smile tipping up the
corners of his lips. “You need to be spanked.”

“I do. Now.” God, she was becoming this sex-crazed woman, a
willing conspirator to his dark charm. She leaned into his body, his strength,
his size so comforting, so perfect to her. She kissed his ear and led him to
his bedroom. There she shucked her dress and reached for his t-shirt and jeans.
Already his cock was up and ready for her. In appreciation she slid her hand
along his length.

He grabbed her arms and swung her around. Rough but kind he
hauled her back against him. “I won’t mark you.”

“I believe you.”

He grasped a handful of her long hair and wound it around
his wrist. She felt the tug as he pulled backward. “You trust me?”

“I do,” she said, excitement oozing through her bloodstream
like hot honey.

“Anything I want, I get.”

His words weren’t a question but a statement. A requirement.

“Yes. I’m yours.” She echoed his words of earlier this
afternoon and realized he had already given her permission to do as she wished
with him. Now it was her turn to learn. To be his.

Tugging on her hair, he pulled her head back so he could
kiss along her throat. His lips were like the touch of fairy wings. And then he
kneaded one of her ass cheeks with one hand. “I want you moaning for me.”

“Me too.”

“I want you to know my hand on you.”

“Yes.”

“Never been spanked?”

“You’re the first. Do it to me.”

“Oh, god.” He growled as he stood her facing a wall. “You
are one in a million.”

He pressed her palms flat and with one leg intruding between
hers, he told her to stand like that no matter what. Expectation rolled through
her like an electric current. He caressed her ass gently, slowly, as if he
memorized each muscle, every contour.

Then he hit her once. Not hard. On one cheek. She bit her
lower lip, her forehead against the wall. He hit her again. Her teeth clenched
at the sting.

Then he massaged the hurt away and kissed her neck. “Pretty
in pink. How’s your pussy?” He sank his fingers into her bush and delved
between her lips to stroke her clit and she sagged backward against him. “I’ll
give you my cock if you’re a good girl.”

“But I’m not,” she said, improvising in a weird way to get
him to laugh or moan or give her clit a good rub.

He snorted. “Baby, you are very bad.” And he braced her hips
and sank his cock between her ass cheeks all along her seam.

“Oh, that is so fine,” she told him.

He pulled her away from the wall and sat on the bed, pushing
her face down over his lap. His massive cock poking her belly as he hit her on
the ass once, twice, three, four times.

She squealed.

But he massaged the hurt away. Then he learned over and
licked her cheek. “Damn, you taste good. Hot where I hit you.”

She squirmed. “Please fuck me.”

“Let’s see.” With two fingers he probed her creamy core from
behind, his tone cool but raw and dangerous at the same time. “Oh, yeah,
darlin’. Listen to your pussy juices. Ready for me.” He hit her again.

She whimpered and he rolled backward to the bed, pulling her
over on top of him.

He pushed hair from her face and cupped her cheeks. “I want
more and more of you. Open your legs.”

In a heartbeat she complied.

“Sink over me.”

She did. With a cry of need she watched how his beautiful,
long cock disappeared inside her. She arched her neck and cried to have more of
him.

“Aw, darlin’. You need a good man. And I’m it.”
I swear
to you. I’m the one.

The aroma of bacon and coffee inspired her to open her eyes.
There stood Wade, one brow arched, nodding at the tray on the nightstand. He
grinned at her, two steaming mugs in his hands. “Bet you’re starving. I made
you eggs, bacon, toast and lots of caffeine.”

The sound of his bass voice set all her nerves on sensory
alert. He had donned a different pair of jeans and little else. His honey-blond
hair was tousled over his forehead. His aquamarine eyes twinkled with mischief.
And the sight of his naked chest, buff and bronze, made her body yearn for the
electric excitement she’d shared with him yesterday.

She scooted back to the headboard, took two bites of toast
and bacon. As she tried to sit higher she realized with a jerk on her left
ankle that she could only go so far. Flicking the sheet aside, she exposed her
naked body and heard him grunt his approval. She grinned at the sight of the
red rope around her leg. “I’ll take the coffee and whatever else you want to
give me.”

One side of his mouth curved up. “Have to use the john?”

“Not at the moment. I’m more interested in the java and just
when you tied this rope on me.”

He handed over the cup and leaned down to capture her lips
in a tender kiss. “You were dead to rights, sawing Zs. Thought it was a good
time to show you I’m not parting with you easily and I do want you here with
me. Often.”

“You proved it to me last night.” Could she even remember
how many times he had fucked her? She was going to have to go back to the
B&B and create a list. First time ever she had a man in the sack worth
writing about.

He sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, pulling down
the sheet that covered her breasts to cup her fullness. “Have to see you naked.
Watch you as I touch you. You don’t mind?”

She shook her head at his sweet declaration. Taking a sip of
the coffee, she tried to get her bearings but he was so intense, so
affectionate, that he mesmerized her.

“Good. Because I love your body.” He pinched her nipples.

She undulated in the bed, careful not to spill her coffee.

He moaned. “Getting wet?”

“Hmm. And swollen.”

“Good. Cuz I’m gonna fuck you again…soon.”

She licked her lips and put the cup on the night table. Then
she slid down in the bed. “Come have me now.”

“No.”

“You said soon.”

“I did.” The wicked gleam became a devil’s stare. “Soon as
you show me how you masturbate.”

She worked at words, aroused, embarrassed. “Why?”

“Want to see the look on your face as you do it. Want you to
look in my eyes as you spend.”

His tone was sweet but commanding. Gruff but charming. He
seemed stronger than last night, more harshly masculine. Why was that? “Why?
You know what I look like when I come.”

“I do, honey, but there’s more I need to learn about you.”
He caressed her breasts with his palm then sent it down her torso to cup her
mound.

She moaned and arched into his warm hand. “Like what?”

“What’s the difference between when you please yourself and
when I’m inside you?”

“That’s easy. A world, a whole universe of difference.”

“Show me.”

She gaped at him, disappointed that he had refused her his
body and yet excited that he wanted this intimacy from her. Once she gave away
this much of herself would she ever have the power to take it back? She
shivered at the possibility.

He dipped inside her slit and fingered her pussy, shooting
her fears, firing her needs. “You’re hot and very juicy, baby. Treat me good
and let me see you do this.”

Glancing at the ceiling, she closed her eyes tight. She’d
never jerked herself off in front of anyone.
But for him I want to.

She stared at him. “You won’t talk.”

His face determined but suffused with a happiness that
obsessed her, he shook his head.

“You won’t direct me or order me.”

“No.”

“You just want to see me do this once?”

He raised his brows as if to say,
Depends.

“Okay,” she whispered, her hands going to her breasts where
she circled the heavy circumference and pushed them together, the nipples
rubbing each other until she sighed and her pussy dripped with pleasure.

She loved having big tits. They were such fun to her. No one
but Wade had truly paid them the attention she thought they truly deserved Her
nipples were huge, dark-rose and very sensitive. She liked scoring them with
her nails, which she kept long and beautifully manicured, specifically to do
that. She ran the smooth edges along the middle of her nipple and moaned in
delight.

Wade shifted on the bed, his gaze on her fingers. Then he
swallowed, hard.

Willow became more aroused, her pussy swimming in her cream.
But her nipples, oh yes. She knew what they needed. She sat up, propped on an
elbow as she lifted one of her heavy babies and brought the nipple to her
mouth. She licked her tip and bit it, wishing to hell she could get more of it
between her teeth. But damn, she just was not that flexible.
One reason why
I need a man, dammit!

She fell back to the bed, sliding her hands down her belly.
She had a flat tummy she was proud of. True, she was tall, but she had a figure
and no belly fat. Her svelte torso led straight to the high arc of her pubic
bone and there, amid her black bush, was her moist, plump flesh that she loved
to stroke and pinch.

She sighed, searching for Wade, who had his gaze on her
pussy.

She spread her thighs wide for him and instantly he moved
lower on the bed to get a view of her cunt.

She sent her fingers along her seam, all wet and musky.
Biting her lower lip, she caught Wade’s gaze as she tossed him a saucy look and
then gave him a taste of her cream from the tip of her index finger.

He let his eyes drift closed as he licked her clean, then
licked his lower lip.

Parting her labia, she felt the cool air rush to her
scalding flesh. Oh god. She lost her train of thought, her mind gone as her
body swelled and heated. Now was the time when she always wanted a man inside
her. She usually inserted two fingers inside her pussy then and pumped, but
today was different.

So different.

She smiled at him and revealed the hood over her clit.
Reaching down to her nub, she circled it. God, she was so smooth, so slick, so
very big. Wade had made her that way and she wanted him, more of him, all of
him.

She felt at once his hands on her cheeks. She opened her
eyes to look at him. He seemed hazy, surreal. His mouth dropped open. His
expression grew torrid.

She knew she had to work at her climax or she’d go nuts and
grab him, yell at him to put his cock inside her.

“I have to have you,” she told him in a fog of desire.
“After this you have to give me you.”

He learned over her and kissed her lips as if he were
starving to have her.

All the while she polished her clit, driving herself up, up,
up and pushing her hips off the bed until the first pulse of delight swamped
her. She went with it. Flowed with it. Shook with it.

Panting, still pulsing, she grinned at him and crooked a
finger. “Join me. I need you.” She reached out to caress the bulge in his jeans
and flicked the zipper.

He dropped his pants in the next second, his rod red and
dripping with pre-cum.

When he was above her, his hands supporting his shaking
body, she scooted into position under him and lifted her molten pussy to the
tip of his shaft. “Did you see what you wanted?”

“Oh, yeah. Wish I had a video.”

She froze at the prospect that he would do that to her. “No,
no videos.”

He cupped her chin, contrition in his gorgeous eyes. “I was
kidding.”

That wild edge to him could ruin her. She couldn’t let it.
Even if it was his greatest allure. She had to be certain she wouldn’t suffer
for her enchantment. With trembling lips she asked, “Were you?”

He was grave. “Of course I was. What you just did for me was
extraordinary. A great gift.”He kissed her, his lips soft, persuasive,
beseeching. “Would you do that for me again?”

Would she? The pleasure she had just given herself she had
shared with him. Was that ultimate expression of intimacy too outrageous for
her to acknowledge? Right now it wasn’t. Tomorrow, she would sort out what
precisely she had given away.

She wound her arms around him and urged him to kiss her by
brushing her mouth against his. “Anything you want. Say the words.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“As long as it sounds mutual,” she said, praying for a
response she could treasure.

“Sounds like a deal, darlin’.” He slid inside her, filling
her up with his flesh and his charm. “Now let me have you. You were a really
good bad girl and you deserve a fine fuck.”

“Amen to that.”

* * * * *

They stayed in bed far longer than she’d thought. It was
noon before she emerged from his shower, her hair wet, still so deliciously
sore from the fun they’d had she could barely take a step without smiling.

He stood in the bedroom when she came in from the bathroom,
a towel around her torso. “Take that off.”

“Wade, I shouldn’t. I have to go. Cara and Sam are waiting
for me.”

“Let me see that gorgeous body again.”

She shook her hair back over her shoulder. “You’re very
demanding.”

“I am.” He wiggled an index finger at her. “Drop it.”

“I will but you must not touch me.”

“No?” he asked as if she had dared him.

“Say you won’t. Please. If you do we’ll start all over
again.” She wanted that, feared it too. Could she find herself absorbed by him?

He set his jaw, determination in every line of his hard,
beautiful face. “You know we will.”

“Wade, I can’t stay here all day. I have work to do, I’ve
been here for hours and I haven’t even looked at the family Bible you have.”

“Let me see you naked and wanting me again,” he said, his
voice a prayer, “and I’ll dig out that Bible right now.”

She was a fool to want even so seemingly innocent a thing as
his eyes on her again. But she relented. As she undid the towel and he circled
her nude form, she had to ask, “Are you this way with your other women?”

“No others in my life now. Just you.”

“Were you this way then with others?”

All attention on her breasts, he looked at her with dazed
eyes. “What way is that?”

“Insatiable.”

He paused, blinked as if he had discovered gold. “Only with
you.”

She believed him but why and how could she? She didn’t know
him well. Could she learn in the space of a few short days and not hurt her
well-won self-respect? “Please don’t ever tell me stories.”

“I haven’t. I won’t. Promise.”

He looked so honest as he said that, she melted inside. She
had to know more. “How are you with other women?”

He lifted her chin, looked her over, at once hard and
merciless. “Quickly satisfied once I’m interested. But interest always comes
slowly. And doesn’t endure.”

“Is that why you use rope?”

“Is that why you asked for it?” he countered, his words
crisp and nearly bitter.

She didn’t flinch. “I don’t understand your tone. Are you
angry with me for asking about the rope?”

“No. I’m angry with you for not knowing why you asked for it
in the first place.”

She frowned, put off by his harsh demeanor. “I’m…not used to
such questions. Not about what my fantasies are. Not about why I have them.”

“Then you need to think about those issues. Get the
answers.”

She nodded. “I do. I will. But then I gather you want to
know the answers too.”

“I do. It’ll make me a better lover for you. And I want to
be. Badly.” He brushed his fingertips over her nipples. Her body responded to
him, hardening, prickling, needing him.

“Wade,” she pleaded, a hand up to ward him off, yet so drawn
to him by his endearments that she shifted to gain her balance.

“The fact remains I want you back here. With me. Like this.”
His attention drifted over her throat and breasts to her belly. He touched her
navel and she yearned to press her body flat to his. “I said that, but because
I said it in bed I’m afraid you don’t believe me.”

“I do believe you but I don’t want to be naive.” She ran a
hand through her hair, wanting to turn away yet seduced by his tenderness.

“You’re not. You’re feeling your way into this relationship.
I understand that.”

She exhaled, upset with her readiness to fall into his arms.
“Wade, please understand my challenges here. I have to work and I have limited
time and money to stay in town. I want to get the research for this book done
and I can’t be…doing other things that eat up the few days I’ve got.”

“Come here and stay with me. Save your money.”

She grinned but shook her head. “Oh, Wade, you know I can’t.
How would that look?”

“No one would know you’re here.”

“They would. It’s a small town. Your small town.”

“And I’m the sheriff.”

She chuckled then went sad. “I know small towns too. Gossip
is the local currency. I’d check out of the B&B. Then Cara, maybe Sam would
find out. I don’t want to risk that they might think I’m…something I’m not.”
She stepped closer to him, his warmth a welcome cocoon of sensual heat. “I
don’t want you to think I’m something I’m not.”

He smoothed her hair back from her cheek. “You don’t just
hop into bed with men, is that what you want me to know? If so, I already do.
Saw it,” he put his hand to her cheek, “those first few minutes in my truck.”

She sighed, loving his attention, his caresses. “Let me go,
Wade. Don’t make me crazier for you than I already am.”

“For now I’ll give in. But I’m determined to persuade you.
Tomorrow night. Dinner. Here.”

“Okay.” She shut her eyes a second, wondering once more if
she was dreaming up this appealing, demanding man. Not much had ever happened
to her with men that had been remotely satisfying for more than a few dates.
Wade’s concentration of time and affection really astonished her. “I’m open to
being persuaded. Tomorrow.”