Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,18

in the process.

Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, he yanked it over his head. Her gaze took in his shoulders, his abs, until the mortification in her eyes disappeared and heat took its place. Unbuttoning his fly, he shoved his jeans and boxers down, kicking them away. His shaft swelled under her gaze.

She licked her bottom lip. "What are you doing?"

Never taking his eyes from her, he snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, leaving a small amount of wiggle room. "I'm giving you what you need."

***

Raven tried to swallow and couldn't. It was one thing to be pressed against all that hard muscle and another to have it displayed before her eyes.

Wide shoulders and defined biceps made her salivate, with veins that protruded as he flexed his fingers around the handcuffs. He had a light dusting of blond hair on his chest that thinned over rippled abs. A six pack that was more of a full case. His hips were narrow, his thighs muscular. And his erection…was a beautiful thing. Thick and long, he was above average but not so large he'd cause pain when inside of her. The tip jutted up, brushing his navel.

The years melted away and her need ramped. She wanted him more than she could remember wanting anything. And he had been there all along, waiting until they could crash together. So much time wasted.

With only the light filtering in from the living room, the navy colored walls appeared darker. Night all around them. He had a large bedroom, open square floor plan. Plush, white carpet squished under her socks. A large flat screen was mounted to a wall above the fireplace and caught their reflection. Modern, sleek furniture and one helluva view. And not just the mountains.

He stroked himself and she almost swallowed her tongue. "I'll concede the cuffs and position, baby, but you need to understand this isn't in my nature. Give me some measure of control."

Baby. Was it crazy she loved hearing him say the endearment in his rough timbre? "What do you need?" Right about now she'd give him anything. Moisture pooled between her legs. Desire cut her breath short, heating in her belly and spreading.

He sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back, hands on his chest as he leaned against the headboard. "Take off your clothes so I can look at you."

All nervousness fled as she walked to the footboard. Seduction, nothing but sex, she could do. His gaze tracked her every step. Slowly, she reached down and slid one sock off, then the other. Straightening, she dipped her fingers under the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head, leaving her top half bared to him in nothing but a blue satin bra.

He sucked in a breath and groaned. "More."

His voice alone had her throbbing. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shimmied out of them and tossed them on top of her sweater. His gaze raked over her body, creating a trail of heat in its wake.

"Now what?" She kind of liked this game, liked the effect she was having on him. He was still restrained, but calling all the shots. A bit of a win-win for both sides.

His breathing grew ragged, his eyes narrowing. "Off. All of it off."

Smiling, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor. Not very well endowed, she watched his response to check for disappointment and found none. His gaze trained on her nipples, erect under his scrutiny. When she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, she swore he stopped breathing.

"Come over here." His voice was tight. Her body clenched in response. As if knowing what she needed, he scooted down so he reclined at an angle instead of sitting.

It wasn't the prone position she was used to, but she felt no hesitation in crawling across the bed to him. She gripped his ankles and ran her hands up his calves to his thighs, loving that the hard muscles tensed. He watched her face, jaw tight. Bypassing his good parts, she let her fingers brush his abdomen. His stomach caved at the touch as he emitted a feral groan.

He made a move to sit, but caught himself and lay back, cuffed hands behind his head. "I want to touch you." As if to punctuate the statement, his biceps bulged, fighting the restraint. "Straddle me. Please."

The primal need in his voice empowered her. This was hard for him, to