Bind Me (Roommate Romance #2) (2 page)

After a quick peek at his sculptures and only a few minutes of
mingling, Chaz grabbed me by the hand and quickly pulled me through a set of
doors that led to a darkened stairwell—lit only by the faint glow of an exit
sign and the dull light filtering through the small window above the door
handle.

I could barely hear the click of the door shutting over the blood
that pulsed in my ears. Without wasting a single breath, he pressed me up
against the cold wall, devouring my lips in a passionate, lust-filled kiss.

“Lil, I need you… now,” he growled through labored gasps as he
pressed his lips along my jawline and down to my neck. His scruff against my
face made a thousand crackles flicker through my skin, like sparklers on a hot
summer night. His teeth lightly scraping along the pulsating artery in my neck
caused an agonizing moan to escape my lips.

My breathing hitched and my hands began to shake as he continued
his assault on my neck and chest. Closing my eyes, I tried to steady my breath.
I placed my hands against the cool block wall to hide my quivering limbs and
steady myself.

Just as abruptly as his assault began, he stopped and looked into
my eyes, spreading his arms on either side of my head and propping his hands
firmly on the wall. “I thought I could wait until we got home, but clearly you
have eliminated all my control.”

With a sudden surge of bravery, I lifted my chin so my lips were
mere centimeters from his. Looking into his steely gray eyes, I said, “Then
show me whatcha got, Chaz. Take control.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he said with a playful tone as he turned and
began walking down the darkened stairwell without telling me where he was
going.

I stood there against the wall for a moment—unsure whether I
should follow him into the inky black of the level below. It wasn’t that I
didn’t trust him. I stayed put because he didn’t give me permission to move.
I’ve heard enough about this type of relationship to know that I don’t dare
budge even my pinky toe without his instruction.

Suddenly, Chaz reappeared from the darkness—a light red glow
casting shadows along his features as he made his way back to me. Slowly
climbing each step and extending his hand, he invited me to join him.

“I’ve found the perfect spot. Come,” he commanded, not unkindly.

My stomach did back flips as I reached up and slipped my hand into
his. Tiny little flickers shot up my arm when I slid my fingers across his
palm. As nervous as I was, I didn’t hesitate to grasp his hand—my own shaking
like a leaf—allowing him to lead me down each step.

The one short flight of stairs we took opened up into a large
room. Faint light trickled down from several smoked windows lining the very top
of the walls. I was immediately able to tell we were in a basement and the line
of windows barely broke ground level—the light from the streetlamp bathing the
room in an amber glow and casting odd-shaped shadows in its path.

“This warehouse used to be an embroidery factory. They still use
this basement to store all the machines,” Chaz explained. That clarified the
cloth-covered bulky shapes that cluttered the room, making it feel much smaller
than it really was.

“Lily.” At the sound of my name, my head abruptly turned to meet
his stare. Strong, magnetic eyes delved into my consciousness, glowing ever so
slightly in response to the faint light that was now behind me. Once he
realized he had my attention, Chaz grabbed my waist and forcefully brought me
against his chest, our lips a mere whisper away from one another. “I’m so glad
to have you all to myself right now. You’re finally mine.”

“I’m yours?” I chimed, making my words sound more like a question
than I had originally intended.

He just nodded with a resolute smirk on his strong, sexy face
while still holding onto me—our noses nearly touching as we spoke. “Let me warn
you of one thing. If I am any good at reading between the lines, I think you’re
already aware of my specific… appetite. I like to be in control at all times.
This isn’t up for debate—I know what I want. And, right now, I want you. I need
you to be mine.”

His tone took on that seductive, demanding quality again and it
made my stomach turn up in knots. This man could make me melt with just his
words. I began to feel lightheaded at his suggestive tone—surprised I was still
even able to stand, regardless of the fact he was maintaining his hold on me.

He stood there staring at me expectantly, like he was waiting for
something. Then he smiled—a smile that had me hanging in midair. Realizing he
may be waiting for some sort of response from me, I absentmindedly looked away
and said, “Yes, sir.”

Lifting my chin, he forced me to look up into his smiling glare.
“While I’m flattered you seem to naturally fall into the role that pleases me,
there is no need to call me sir. You know my name. As a matter of fact, I like
hearing my name being spoken from those beautiful, luscious lips of yours. But
let me make one thing clear, never look down like you’re ashamed. Look at me
and be assured that I adore seeing the glimmer in your eyes… Okay?”

I nodded—briefly looking away again before remembering what he had
just said and bringing my gaze back over to meet his. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked. His question caught me off guard as I tried
to remember what my response should be. Then it hit me… his name.

“Yes, Chaz,” I whispered.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a soft
groan.

“I love hearing you say my name, Lil. Now… we will probably have
to be quick since there is a party waiting for us just upstairs. But seeing you
in this dress and those heels has made me a very impatient man,” he said as he
pressed me against his hard, rigid body.

Even with the muted light surrounding us, I could almost see my
green eyes reflecting in his gray stare—like they were mirrors to his soul.

Kissing me passionately once more, Chaz reached his hand around
the back of my leg and trailed his fingers up behind my knee. He continued his
feathered assault up the back of my thigh, under my dress, until he reached my
ass and the lacy fabric of my panties.

“Shit. Those are sexy. Those are very sexy,” he said with a
controlled assertiveness as he backed away from me. “I love lace.”

His fingers caressing the back of my thigh sent delightful shivers
across my entire body. My panties were saturated with the slightest attention
from this man. I definitely needed him and I didn’t want the warmth of his
touch to leave my skin as he backed away.

Taking his blazer off, he turned and draped it over a nearby
machine. His button-up shirt molded to his muscles and, because of his posture,
squeezed his biceps deliciously. Unquestionably, he had to be the
best-damn-looking man on this Earth. I could have stood and stared at him all
night without tiring.

Crossing his arms over his broad chest and examining me from head
to toe, he nodded to me once and instructed, “I want to watch you take off your
dress… slowly.”

This time, I hesitated. I may not mind my overly voluptuous body,
but I didn’t exactly jump at the opportunity to reveal my curves. Of course, my
dress hugged me like a silk glove. So, my sudden shyness was rather
unjustified. Looking down at my hands—nervously knotting them together in front
of me—I tried to muster the courage to follow his command.

“Lil-y.” He drew my name slowly from his lips, as if in warning,
causing my head to snap back up in his direction. His eyes seemed kind and
understanding—completely at war with his scolding expression. “If you want this
as much as I think you do, you’ll do as I say.”

A meek nod was all I used in response as I bit my lip and looked
back down at my hands, willing them to follow the orders my brain could not. I
did want this. God, I wanted him.

A warm finger hooked beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his
once again. He stepped closer, his lips mere inches away from mine. “Lily,” he
whispered, “You. Are. Beautiful. I want to see that beauty. Now, show me what I
want to see.”

I nodded and backed away a few steps. With shaky fingers and a
ragged breath, I crossed my arms across my body and fumbled with the hem of my
dress at my thighs. I was nothing but a bundle of nerves as I closed my eyes
and slowly pulled the thin, black fabric up my body and over my head. There I
stood, holding my slinky dress in my hand, wearing only a fine piece of black
lace around my hips. All my attempts to suck oxygen into my lungs became
challenging. Each faint sound from the party above us grew louder as I felt
more vulnerable and exposed.

“Perfect,” he murmured, the sound of his admiration tickling my
ears and calming me slightly.

With my eyes still closed, I could feel his presence. The
electricity in the air told me he was coming closer. Footsteps, barely audible,
whispered along the floor and closed in on me.

Once he stopped in front of me, I relished the feel of his breath
so close to my skin. I felt him lightly brush my hair to the side and his lips
almost touch mine. His scent filled my nostrils, causing relief to wash over me
with the familiar smell. God, he smelled so good—just the way a man should
smell. I wanted to taste him… kiss him… lick him. With his familiarity making
me feel more at ease, I opened my eyes and found him admiring me.

He then reached out and took the dress from my hand, draping it on
the nearby piece of machinery that already held his blazer. He seemed so
controlled in his movements and determination as he made his way back to me.

Lightly touching my hips with his strong hands, he pulled me
closer to him and placed a warm, seductive kiss on my lips. I reached for him
and glided my fingers through his silky, light brown hair at the nape of his
neck, pulling him closer. As our kiss became more heated and passionate, I
continued to run my fingers through his hair—grabbing fistfuls and holding on
for dear life.

His strong hands held my back tight and tangled in my hair. I
lulled my head to the side, offering my neck as he trailed kisses down my jaw.
Throwing my head back gently, I willingly offered him more of me—craving his
warm lips against my skin.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, smiling as if he had a
secret I would soon figure out. In one swift movement, he looped his thumbs
into my black, lace bikinis and pulled them down my legs, prompting me to step
out one leg at a time.

“Those kitten heels stay on. I can’t wait to watch you bend over
in front of me with those sexy heels…” he trailed off as he threw his head back
and made a sound of pure frustration.

I’ve only known Chaz for about a month and, obviously, I already
wanted to sleep with him. I wanted to run my fingers through that golden brown
hair of his. I wanted to trail my tongue down his lean body, dipping with each
curve of his defined muscles. I wanted to see that tattoo…

My thoughts were interrupted when Chaz stood up with my panties in
his hand.
 
He leveled his gaze with mine
and smiled that same I-have-a-secret grin as he brought the tiny lace garment
up to his nose and sniffed—his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he
grunted with satisfaction.

I couldn’t believe he just sniffed my panties. What was even more
shocking was how mother-loving erotic his audacious act was.

“You smell so damn good, Lil. I can’t wait to taste you. But that
is for another day,” he said as he pulled me against him once more and
continued kissing me, interrupting my thoughts and making me completely
breathless in the process.

The skillful way he controlled my body was proof I was going to
thoroughly enjoy every moment of our little basement adventure. With his arms
wrapped securely around mine, I couldn’t care less if someone would have walked
in at that moment and caught us in the act. I knew, with him, everything was
going to be okay.

Just as our kiss deepened further, I brought my hands to his
shoulders, practically digging my fingernails into his nice shirt. Without
breaking our lip lock, Chaz grabbed both my wrists and brought them behind my
back in a hasty, forceful motion.

Without warning, I felt my wrists being bound by cloth—I’m only
assuming I was being bound by my panties he just removed moments before—mainly
because that is all he had in his hands at the time.

“Oh God, yes!” I gasped against his ear as he sucked on the most
tender part of my neck. Leave it to him to improvise and still manage to find a
way to bind me in our limited surroundings.

My hands being entwined behind my back caused my breasts to stick
out further, making them more accessible to his awaiting lips. His kisses
trailed down my bare neckline—the wet sensation of his tongue tracing the swell
of my breasts made a moan escape my mouth in a sound of pure ecstasy.

Within moments, he lowered his head, closed his mouth over a
nipple, and began sucking hard while he teased the other with his thumb. My
breath escaped in a hiss as pleasure exploded through my body. It was all I
could do not to cry out with the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive
breasts. Having a man suck on my tits was, by far, the most erotic sensation.
The feeling was such a tease and, undeniably, my biggest turn-on.