Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,32

him about his ex. She wasn’t welcome in this conversation in any way, shape, or form. But how had he figured this out?

“Imagination,” he began slowly, as though he were really giving weight to my question and searching for the real answer. “Fantasies. I read about some of it. Saw some videos. Wanted…wanted it bad. And it was always you I wanted it with.”

Surprise flickered through me, and when I looked up, I found him staring at me steadily.

“I took a class over the summer.”

A class?

He grinned at my expression, which probably looked like I was strangling back every question I had. “They have classes?” What hill had I been living under? Rachel would laugh her ass off at me. Fuck, I was not talking about this with Rachel. Still…

“Yes, Angel. There are places where you can explore kink, safely, with other people who know what they are doing. It was more a demo than anything else. But what I saw I loved, and I wanted to do more.” Trailing a finger down my cheek, he said, “And I’ve never done it with anyone, not like I did with you.”

“I didn’t ask…” I began, but he shook his head.

“You wouldn’t ask, but I know you have to wonder. I made some mistakes with my choices, but I didn’t mess that one up. This…this is for you and me, as long as you’re still interested.”

“That’s—yes,” I promised without hesitation. “I’m more than interested. Every time you mention spanking me, I get all turned on, and when you restrain me, all I want is more.” The words spilled out of me in a rush. I didn’t want him to think it bothered me at all. On the contrary… “I just…I need to do some reading.”

“Or,” he said slowly. “We could go to a demo…”

The word yes burned on my tongue, and at the same time… “What exactly do they do at these demos?”

“There’s no overt sex,” he promised. “But from what I saw last time, even with her clothes on, the woman was having the time of her life and she was so blissed out.”

Okay then.

A shiver bounced through me, and I glanced at the piano bench and back to Ian. “I think you owe me five swats.”

He grinned. “I do…but you were such a good girl, and good girls get rewarded.”

Yay.

“Here?”

“Hmm-hmm. Unless you can wait until we get back to the apartment.”

The guys were at the apartment, and I wasn’t quite sure what they’d have to say about all of this and I wasn’t ready to share it yet.

“Where do you want me?” It was the right question.

Ten minutes later, I was definitely secured to a piano bench, and the combination of cool wood against my back and hot Ian between my legs had me on the edge of losing my mind. The T-shirts made for loose ties, but I didn’t strain against them.

As he sank into me, fingers biting into my hips, I couldn’t look away from him except when my eyes rolled back in my head. “This is why I don’t want to share,” he whispered to me as he pistoned away. “This right here is all mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed.

And I got it.

He was mine, too.

We were at the studio really late.

Before we left though, I agreed to the class. It intrigued and terrified me, but I wanted to know more because I liked this. I also had no panties when we got back after I threw him my pair, because the only ones he wanted were mine.

Chapter Seven

Rabbit Holes

Rachel eyed us from the driver’s seat of her blue Honda Civic. “You realize he’s packing the wrong equipment for a girls’ day, right?”

I grinned. “Yes, but he begged to come along and I couldn’t say no to this face.” Coop snorted at the description, even as Rachel rolled her eyes.

“I can tell him ‘no,’ no problem,” she retorted. “No, this is Frankie and me time. Not Frankie’s boy toy and me time. See? Easy.”

“Good,” Coop drawled, utterly unperturbed. “’Cause it’s also Frankie and me time, but she said you’d asked her to go shopping and I’m always willing to tagalong on a girls’ shopping date.”

Nose wrinkling, Rachel stared at me.

“One,” I told her, holding up a finger. “I thought he had to work and he didn’t. I also don’t want to disinvite him.” Then I stuck up a second finger. “Two, I thought he could give us a different perspective.”

“You mean a perspective with a penis,” Rachel mused, and