“Yes.” She dropped her gaze again.
He hooked a hand under her chin and made her meet his stare. “And I want to know what makes you happy, just like I need to know what makes you feel good. You spit it all out, the good and the bad.”
She nibbled on her lower lip. “I will.”
“You’re going to find it hard sometimes, and I’m sure I’ll have to dig it out of you every now and then.” Finally, a smile cracked his face, and he looked at a little hanging flogger with a roguish gleam in his eyes. “But that could be fun, too.”
She answered with a blushing little smile. “I always knew you were a wicked man.”
His smile fell, and that compelling stare dominated again. “You’re about to find out.”
He ushered her to the bed, picked her up, and laid her across the sheets. She hissed at their coolness against her back, arching away from them. Caleb seized the opportunity, put his arms around her, and unhooked her bra. Her br**sts sprang free as he tore it away, the chilly air beading her ni**les even more. But his rapt stare suddenly made her feel hot all over.
“Give me your wrists,” he demanded, his voice thick.
Trembling, she held them out to him.
Caleb took them in a firm grip and bent, dragging her arms over her head. Carlotta knew what was coming…knew it, yet the feel of those cuffs fastening around her wrists with a metallic click did crazy little things to her heartbeat. She gave an experimental tug. No way she was going anywhere. Her gaze bounced up to his harsh face, and she knew the mild panic sliding through her had to be showing in her expression.
“You’re doing fine, Lottie. Deep breaths. Relax. Feel the softness of the bed under you,” his voice coaxed. “Feel my hands soothing you.”
He curled his fingers around her wrists, then caressed his way down her arms, all the way to where her shoulders lifted to stretch to the restraints. He swept his palm under her in a slow, soothing glide, feeling his way to her waist. His touch was so gentle, patient. As his skin kissed hers, he brought her to tingling life. She let out a long sigh of pleasure and closed her eyes, melting into the bed.
“That’s it, baby. Just let go of whatever you’re worried about. Give it over to me. I’ll take care of everything.”
She focused on doing exactly as he said, emptying her head, not dwelling on her less-than-pleasurable past experiences, not thinking about what he might demand of her next. She simply tried to put herself in his capable hands and trust. Even more tension eased from her muscles. She didn’t even move except to let her lids flutter open when he bent to kiss between her br**sts and pulled her underwear down her thighs, then off.
Caleb sat back on his heels. “Gorgeous, baby. Just perfect.
Running a finger from her cle**age, down her abdomen, all the way to her slick folds, he stared, cataloging her every reaction. He watched her breathe, blink, flush. And he smiled.
“Are you happy?” She wanted to know, had to know, if he was pleased by the sight of her naked and bound for him.
“You have no idea. Having you here fills a need that’s been gaping inside me since we met, but you surrendering this way… You can’t know how much I’ve longed for the right woman to submit to me. I have no doubt now that you are that woman. Lottie…”
Whatever he had planned to say dissolved as he eased on top of her, balancing himself on his elbows—with his mouth right over her ni**les. He breathed on them, a hot, toe-curling pant. She felt him all the way through her body and tried to arch again. The hard tips brushed his lips, and Caleb’s gaze scolded her for rushing him, but he licked one of the tender buds. She gasped. They had become so rigid and far more sensitive than she could ever remember.
When he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, she moaned his name.
“These are beautiful, baby. I’m going to want my mouth on them a lot. You’ll see.”
That sounded like heaven.
He repeated the process with her other nipple, suckling her so slowly, she wanted to throw her arms around him and scratch his back, force his head farther onto her breast—something. The cuffs assured she could do nothing but take the slow climb of arousal he dished out.
And Caleb dragged it out, forcing her to wait, to take the pleasure until she was restless and writhing under him. Then he stood and shucked his jeans and boxer-briefs, exposing the rest of his lean, sculpted body, along with that large, jutting masculine flesh she prayed would fill her soon. Dios, he was beautiful.
He wrapped his hand around his staff and caressed it slowly with a slight turn of his wrist as he neared the tip. As he threw back his head and hissed, Carlotta felt her mouth water and thought she might go insane if he didn’t do something soon.
“I need…” She panted, trying to catch her breath and keep her wits.
“Tell me, Lottie.” He continued with that maddening stroke up and down his erection, teasing her, toying with her wishes until they became desperate.
“I need you inside me. I need to feel you deep. I need to feel like yours.”
Caleb climbed back on the bed and settled himself between her legs as he spread them wide, his gaze roaming her well-loved ni**les, her soft belly…her slick flesh that ached for him.
“I’m going to thrust inside you and I’m going to f**k you deep, baby. You’re going to know you’re mine.” He grinned. “But if, after that, you’re still not totally convinced, we can do it again.”