THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,222

to rub one hand through his hair. “Yeah?”

I wink—an over exaggerated, sarcastic move. “Yeah.”

“Where were we before Cody decided to seal his fate?” His lips form a straight, angry line. Steven’s a big boy and can take care of himself, but I have to admit that this stunt even irritated me. Sometimes the guys can act like moronic children. It’s okay most of the time, because it’s how they keep their heavy lives and careers light. I can’t blame them. When it’s time to work, they are serious and focused and lethal. When they aren’t working? Well, I guess it depends on the day of the week. It’s a draw to the personality type. The effervescent chameleon.

Grabbing my hand and pulling me toward his bedroom, he picks up a small black shopping bag on the way. “Let me show you what I have in mind.” His large strides leave me trying to keep up on my short legs.

“You could just tell me, you know.” I hear my cell phone chiming from my extra large handbag in the corner of his room. I let go of his hand and stoop next to the bag, which contains a change of clothing, and dig for my cell. I don’t even look at it before silencing it and tucking it back at the bottom. “You may also want to move your spare key,” I say, glancing his way with a smirk.

He’s already taken off his shirt and his bone frog tattoo is proudly displayed on his chiseled, tanned back. Standing, I study everything else about him.

He looks over his shoulder at me. “That’s a good idea. While I’m gone, you should go through the bag and make a plan of your own.” He slinks out of the room, with a pair of dark wash jeans riding low on his waist, exposing his V and the fact that he’s not wearing underwear. Bless the mini miracles in life.

I go through the black bag and find two pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold—nothing too criminal, nothing too normal either. He’s purchased these items for me…so he can get laid. He’s heeded my need for control. My heart rate picks up as I turn the cuffs over in my hands.

Guilt. Guilt.

It bubbles to the surface. I can’t deny I want him. I also can’t deny I want to control him. So I won’t feel like he’s Stone. I close my eyes and take in a breath when I think about Steven’s perfect body and his known track record, the way he’s touched me, kissed me in the past. Something akin to stage fright trickles into my awareness. I don’t have time for that. I don’t have anymore time.

I sit on his large bed and look to the ceiling. It’s a smooth, plain white—it soothes my nerves. Sliding my shirt over my head and wiggling my jeans to the floor, I gain the courage I’ve never needed to look for before.

Kneeling on the bed in my sexy lingerie, I connect one pair of handcuffs to the wooden slats in the headboard. I’m tugging on them to make sure they’re secure when Steven saunters back into the room, his smile so wide and so white that all I want is his lips on mine.

“You approve?” He arches a brow and bites the corner of his lip.

I tilt my head to the side. “But of course. Come here you naughty boy.” I smile with my eyes. He laughs, shakes his head, sucks in a breath, and is on his back, hands extended over his head in the next breath.

“Am I allowed to talk? Because I have the best joke right now.”

“Should you be joking right now?” Straddling his chest, I lean over, making sure my breasts graze his face as I fasten the cuffs around his large wrists. “I mean, your offenses are pretty horrible.” He can’t see me stifle a laugh as I move to his other hand. Click. His chest is moving up and down rapidly. I press my hand against his chest. “Don’t worry. You’re just a prisoner of love. Not war, Steven.”

His eyes search my face. “You know how out of my element I am right now?”

I nod. “Just this once,” I say, kissing his pink, dry lips and then his neck. I feel him pull against the restraints when I let my tongue dart out and lick the shell of his ear. “Thank you,” I whisper.

I take his jeans off and stand over him, with