Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,77

his way back to the bed with both. She swallowed hard, trekking his movements, and he swore a flash of heat and curiosity lit her eyes before it was gone.

"Put your hands up over your head." He kept his voice calm, but authoritative.

She stared at him long moments, biting her bottom lip. "What are you going to do?" Judging by her expression, she knew exactly what he intended. And she wasn't saying no.

He straddled her hips, keeping his weight on his knees and off of her. Laying one tie over her breasts, he ran the other through his fingers. "I'm going to bind your hands to the headboard. You'll be able to get free at any time. And then I'm going to blindfold you."

He had no clue if this would work. She'd either give in to her body's needs and succumb to passion or she'd snap and slip further into her head. After everything they'd been through, it was time to take her here, like this. Time to give her the ultimate test.

Her throat worked a swallow. A shallow breath escaped her parted lips. She was not unaffected. Color rose in her cheeks as she eyed the tie, then brought her arms up over her head, crossing her wrists.

His shaft thickened in response. Leaning forward, he bound her wrists together and threaded the tie through the headboard rail. She tested the strength, but didn't remove her hands from the loose knot. Then he held up the other tie, carefully covering her eyes and knotting it behind her head.

Her lips parted in a sharp gasp. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and grew harder when she sucked it into her mouth.

He ran the heel of his hand over his swollen cock. "You know your safeword."

"Yes." She bit her lip again. "I??on't need it."

He ran his gaze down the length of her. Hands tied, blind to his movements, and still trusting him. Her breasts rose and fell in a fast rhythm, thrust out for his viewing pleasure from her position. The dark rose of her nipples puckered, begging to be sucked.

All night. He could do this all night. Fuck, he wanted his camera.

Placing his palms on the bed, he leaned in to speak against her lips. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby."

Chapter Nineteen

To Keep

Raven let out an uneven breath against Noah's lips, his words ringing in her ears. To him, she was beautiful. Not a head case or too much effort. Even though she knew her attributes, he was the first man to make her feel beautiful. And, it seemed, she was enough for him.

Whether pushing limits or just making love, there was always a fever, a need. He was patient and understanding. History told her their heat would cool over time. Except the desire wasn't waning or depleting, as she'd expected. He still wanted her just as much as their first night together.

Hope bloomed in her chest. She'd always trusted him and the attraction was obviously there. Because of him, she'd experienced unimaginable pleasure. Normal was possible now. Every time he touched her, she fell deeper and deeper for him. Not just the idea of a relationship, but theirs. Them, together.

It was exciting and frightening. Beautiful and scarred.

She tested the binding around her wrists, cinched above her head, still loose enough for her to escape. But she didn't want to escape him. The blindfold took away the ability to see what he would do, but she wasn't afraid. Not of him. Her heart pumped hard and fast in anticipation, knowing he'd bring her to the brink and they'd plunge together.

The situation forced her other senses to kick in. His scent of cinnamon and arousal was strong. The heat from his body enveloped her. His breathing was slow, measured, as if forcing himself into control. He still straddled her hips, but no weight fell on her as he held himself above her body. She ached for him to touch, the apex of her thighs throbbing.

His lips brushed across hers, feather light and warm. "I love you, Raven."

She stilled, trying to process how she felt hearing the words. He'd told her before, but not using that actual phrasing. At the time, a surge of happiness and trepidation shoved around in her chest. He'd told her not to say it back unless she meant it, that he'd wait. The words were on the tip of her tongue. She did love him, was quickly falling in love with him, yet something held her