So Much Trouble When She Walked In (14 page)

A
look of uncertainty slid into Max’s eyes.  “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“Shh.” 
Silken laid a finger against his lips, silencing him.  “It’s okay.  I won’t
hurt you,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.  “You’ll love this.  I
promise.”

Max
gave her a look of suspicion, obviously feeling no more reassured now than when
she’d just bound him to the bed.

But
Silken didn’t mind.  A touch of fear – just a hint, mind you – would make his
ultimate release that much more explosive.

Then
he cocked his head.  “Aren’t you going to get out of your clothes?”

“Not
yet.  Let’s take care of you first.”

Silken
slid down the bed until her body lay alongside his then she leaned over and
kissed him full on the mouth.  When she moved away he raised his chin, still
wanting more, but she wasn’t about to grant him his wish, not when denying him
his full satisfaction was what would drive him crazy with desire.  And that was
her goal, wasn’t it?  Softening her lips, she slid them to the sensitive spot
behind his ear and brushed kisses there and down his neck to his strong
shoulders.  As her lips settled there a thought crossed her mind.  Wouldn’t the
sensation be even more intense if she could deprive him of the sense of sight?

Silken
lifted her head to look around the dimly-lit room, trying to find something,
anything she could use to make a blindfold.  In her room she would have found
tons of stuff – sashes, head wraps, scarves – but here in a man’s more spartan
bedroom she couldn't find a single thing.

And
then she saw it – a light cotton A-shirt hanging from a hook at the back of the
door.  Not as perfect as a scarf but good enough.  It was soft and light enough
where she could easily wrap it around his eyes and knot it at the side of his
head.  She hopped off the bed and ran to get her prize.

But
when she got back and began to cover Max’s eyes he shifted his head and glared
up at her.  “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said.  “I want to see exactly what you’re
doing to me.”

“Oh,
come on,” Silken chided, “don’t be such a baby.  It will be more fun this
way.”  Then she gave a sorrowful pout.  “Don’t you trust me?”

“No.” 
The answer was quick and unapologetic, making it obvious that her attempt at
the cute ‘puppy-dog’ look hadn’t worked on Max.  “I don’t trust you, not when
you have that wicked look in your eyes.”

She
heaved a dramatic sigh.  “All right, no blindfold.  Spoilsport.”

The
blindfold idea shelved, she threw the shirt onto the nearby chair then turned
her attention back to Max.  This time she didn’t climb back onto the bed. 
Instead, she simply leaned over and continued her trail of kisses down the
middle of his chest.

His
body jerked but, arms immobilized, all Max could do was watch.  Then as her
kiss moved lower he sucked in air and held it and even when she paused just
above the waistband of his shorts – as she’d done just minutes before – he did
not release his breath.

Now
it was Silken’s turn to have her breath catch in her throat.  She was the one
who had started this and now it was time to deliver.  Max was waiting.

She
glanced up at him and he was watching her, dark eyes gleaming.  She could not
turn back now.

Silken
bit her lip.  Then she closed her eyes.  Then, before she could change her mind,
she hooked her thumbs into his boxer shorts and pushed them off his hips.  Down
she went with the shorts, sliding them over his thighs and down his legs, her
eyes still squeezed shut.

And
then they were off...totally off and in her hand, and Max lay bare before her.

Not
that she was seeing anything.  Her eyes were still shut.

“Now
it’s your turn.”

At
the sound of Max’s voice, Silken’s eyes flew open.  Big mistake.  If she’d
wanted to play shy girl and postpone her view of his private part, that plan was
dashed when she got her first eyeful of Max in all of his glory.

It
was the biggest…Silken swallowed.  Not that she’d seen many.  She’d fallen in
love her freshman year in college – or so she thought until she’d ended up
having to dump the guy for being so domineering.  Her second relationship
lasted all of six months before the guy ended up dumping her…for being too
bossy.  So, yeah, she had some experience under her belt.  But experience with
a penis this size?  Er, not really.

Quickly,
Silken turned away and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.  She needed a
moment to think.  Had she made a big mistake?  Was this ‘dominating Max’ plan
such a good idea?  Because how could you dominate a man you weren’t sure you
could even handle?

“What’s
taking you so long?”  The amusement was obvious in Max’s voice.  “You got to
see me naked.  Now it’s my turn to see you.”

“I’m
coming,” she said, annoyed that no matter that he was helpless to move, he
still seemed to have the upper hand.  “Don’t rush me.”

When
she got a chuckle in response she gritted her teeth.  So he wanted naked? Then
he’d get it and she would torture him with it until he begged her for release.

Grumbling
under her breath, she loosened the rest of the buttons and shrugged out of the
shirt then she pushed her shoes off her feet and unbuckled her belt.  Within
seconds she was in nothing but bra and panties.  Then she turned to face him.

Slowly,
his mouth curled into a sly smile and he shook his head.  “Not good enough,” he
said.  “I want to see everything.”

“All
right, all right,” she muttered then reached behind to loosen the clasp on her
bra.  She let the undergarment slide off her shoulders and down her arms to
flutter down to the carpeted floor.  Then she straightened and she saw that he
was staring at her like he wanted to devour her…and that was exactly as things
should be.

Seeing
Max’s hungry gaze made Silken feel a whole lot more confident.  She hooked her
thumbs into her bikini panties and slid them down her legs and when she
straightened he was still staring at her but this time he licked his lips in a
move she could swear was involuntary.

She
smiled, moved back to the bed and climbed on then slowly, on her knees, she
crept up and over his body, never once taking her eyes off his.

As
her face moved closer he raised his chin, obviously expecting her kiss, but she
ignored him and continued moving up and over his body until her right breast
hung like succulent fruit just above his lips.

Reaching
up with his tongue, he tried to taste the morsel that hung just out of his
reach but she pulled back, denying him the pleasure.  He groaned.

She
decided to take pity on him and lowered her breast so that the nipple grazed
his lips.  Immediately, he captured the puckered tip and sucked it into his
mouth.  He moaned.

And
Silken moaned.  She’d been denying him and denying herself for too long but now
it felt sinfully sweet to have his lips on her.  God, it felt good.  Shifting
her other nipple to his mouth, she cradled his head in her arms and let him
suckle at her breast, her body melting against him as the pleasure flowed
through her like honey.

Max
shifted his head, letting the nipple pop out of his mouth.  “Release me,
Silken,” he rasped.  “I want to touch you all over.  Free my hands.”

“Not
yet,” she said, still loving the feeling of control.  “I’m not ready.”  She
wanted to torture him some more, slide back down his body and straddle his
hips.  She wanted to ride him like this, denying him his freedom, making him
beg her for release.

“Now,”
he growled, his eyes flashing with a fierce fire.  “I want you, but not like
this.”

His
voice was firm, his face serious, and Silken decided not to push him any
farther.  She’d loved the power but now he was ready to retake control.  With a
sigh, Silken reached up and loosened the knot at the bedpost then she tackled
the knot that bound his wrist.

As
soon as he was free Max flexed his fingers then he reached up and cupped her
face in his hands.  “You can still be in charge,” he whispered, “but let me at
least have the freedom to do this,” he drew her head down and gave her a gentle
kiss, “and this”, he slid his hands over her back, sending a delicious shiver
through her, “and this.”  He cupped her bottom in his big hands and pressed her
pelvis against his, his hardness rubbing against her clitoris, sending sparks
shooting through her body. 

 
Silken wriggled against him.  She couldn’t help it.  It felt so good, having his
hardness pressed right there.  She wanted more.  She wanted it all.  She drew
in a shuddering breath, knowing that right now she wanted the whole length of
him inside her.

Silken
raised her head to look up at Max.  “I’m ready,” she whispered.  “Do you have
protection?”

“Night
table.  Top drawer.” 

In
a flash she was off the bed and pulling a pack of condoms from the drawer. 
She’d ripped one out of its packet even before she got back to the bed.

There,
she stopped.  She glanced at Max’s penis, so stiff and proud, and then up to
his face then back again.  She’d thought about giving the condom to Max,
letting him sheath himself, but his cynical smile made her ditch that idea.  He
thought she couldn’t do it, that she was a wimp.  Well, she would prove him
wrong.

Wrapping
one hand around his penis, she positioned the condom at the tip with her other
hand, then slowly rolled the rubber down its length.  Satisfied, she climbed
back onto the bed then gave him a questioning look.

In
answer, Max rested his head back into the pillows and closed his eyes.  “I’m
all yours.”

Silken
raised herself up and straddled his hips again, and this time she was determined
to finish what she’d started.  She had a throbbing ache between her legs that
needed to be assuaged and there was only one way guaranteed to give her the
release she craved.

Silken
positioned herself so the tip of Max’s penis pressed against her entrance then
slowly, gingerly, she sank down.  For a second her body tightened, resisting
the intrusion, but then Max slid his hands over her thighs, over her hips and
up to her breasts where he kneaded and caressed till her bones melted and the honey
between her legs began to flow.

Her
body now warmed by his touch, Silken received all of him and then she began to
move, rocking back and forth, gently at first while her body grew accustomed to
the feel of him, the size of him.  And then, even as his hands continued to
caress, she moved faster, planting her hands on his chest to steady herself.

And
then, even as the sweet, sensual tension in her began to build, Max slid one
hand between her legs to slide his thumb over her sensitive bud.  And as he
stroked back and forth, a slow and searing heat began to rise, causing her
breath to quicken in her throat, and soon she was gasping and rocking, faster
and faster, his magic fingers driving her, hurtling her toward her peak.

And
now Max was gasping too, his hips bucking up into her, and all she could do was
cling to him and ride the waves of pleasure as they dashed her into the shore.

“Oh,
God, Silken.”  The words burst from Max’s lips in a groan that seemed to come
from the depths of his soul.

His
cry of passion triggered Silken’s response and she cried out, clinging to him as
he made one final thrust, driving himself deep inside as he found his release. 
Then the fire he’d stoked burst into flames that shot through her, making her
shake all over.

Silken
collapsed on top of Max and for a long while she lay there, her cheek pressed
against his chest, her body rising and falling with his.  Gradually their gasps
stilled, their breathing slowed and Silken snuggled up under Max’s chin,
enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around her.

As
she lay listening to the beat of his heart, she felt Max shift his head.  When
she looked up he lowered his lips to caress her forehead with a soft and gentle
kiss.

“Thank
you,” he whispered and gave her a smile that made her heart melt like chocolate
on her tongue.  “After a night like this, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

At
his words Silken ducked her head back down again, hiding her face against his
chest.  Those were the sweetest words he could have said to her…and the
scariest.

Because
she had no idea if it meant he loved her as much as – she now realized – she
loved him.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

The
next couple of months were probably the happiest time of Silken’s life.  She
and Max were a couple, going steady, whatever anybody wanted to call it.  All
she knew was that she and Max spoke every single day and saw each other almost
every weekend and she couldn’t have been happier.

Even
Suave seemed to be more cheerful than usual, and that was something, seeing
that she was generally a happy person, a whole lot chirpier than Silken ever
was.  Maybe her happiness with Max was rubbing off on her sister.  Maybe on
everyone around her?  She almost laughed at that thought.  She, Silken McCullen,
a bundle of joy.  Too funny.

Then
out of the blue one day, just as the maples and oaks began to turn yellow in
their own subdued celebration of a California autumn, Max made a brilliant
suggestion.  “I heard the camp sites in California are pretty good.  What say
we try one out this weekend?”

“I’m
in.”  Silken beamed at him.  “Jalama’s great.  Right on the beach.”

Max
shook his head.  “Naw.  Too tame.  I want something with a bit more challenge
and definitely more wildlife.  I hear Anza-Borrego's not bad."  Then he
reached out and pulled her into him.  “They’ve got five hundred miles of dirt
roads and hiking trails.  And when we get tired, we set up camp and make love
under the stars.”

Silken
snorted but she was laughing, too.  “Yeah, with kit foxes and iguanas watching.” 
Then she shuddered.  “And rattlesnakes.”