Because just kissing this woman was better than f**king any other.
As her curves went soft and pliant beneath his, as he settled his erection against her wet heat and she bucked up into him, it took everything Cole had for him to remind himself that they'd been to this point before, where she was open and wanting, and she'd frozen up. If he kept at it like this, not using any finesse at all, odds were high that it would happen again.
Not because she was a tease.
Not because she didn't want him as badly as he wanted her.
But because she was good girl.
And pleasure this extreme frightened her.
"Have I mentioned yet how much I love kissing you?"
"I love kissing you, too," she said in that soft voice that was as warm and sweet as the woman beneath him.
"I want to kiss you everywhere, Anna."
Her soft smile froze on her face at the exact moment that he took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.
"Cole?"
"Just relax, sweetheart."
He'd never been one for pet names, had never bothered to force them out to get in a girl's pants, but with Anna he wasn't forcing it. She was sweet. So sweet he ached with the need to kiss her. To taste her. Working quickly, he drew another silk tie from where he'd been storing it around his neck and bound her left wrist to the right bedpost.
"How can I relax when you're tying me up?"
Her earnest question had him smiling down at her. The kind of woman he usually slept with would be playing it up right now, moaning and putting on a show for his benefit.
But not Anna. Instead, she was telling him exactly what she was feeling every step of the way with beautiful honesty.
"Like this," he said a moment before he ran his tongue lightly across the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist. "And this." His mouth ran kisses from her palm around to her shoulder.
By the time he made it back to her face, he had to drop in for another taste of her sweet mouth. Her ni**les were a hard press of heat against his forearms.
"Better?"
Her breath was coming in harsh pants. "No."
"Maybe this will help." With her limbs still rubbery from his kisses, he quickly moved her other arm into place and secured it to the bedpost. Moving back to stare down at her beautiful, half-bound body, he asked again, "Better now?"
"No, Cole. Please. I don't know how to do this."
"You don't need to know, sweetheart. Not when your body already does."
Gently spreading her thighs with a hand on each leg, he inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky. His mouth watered with the urge to bury his face in her soft, wet folds, and taste her.
"Can you feel how wet you are for me?"
Her pink panties were soaked against her pu**y lips. He pressed two fingers against her wet heat and she gasped, clamping her legs together around his hand.
Leaving his hand pressed in tight against her silk-covered lips, he asked, "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"But you're the one touching me."
Jesus, she had no idea how much her innocence inflamed him. Hell, he was as surprised by it as she was.
He hadn't been sure about tying up her legs. Now he was.