reaction to the series. How she’d never read the books the series was based on, given her love for the genre, he didn’t know. At least she wouldn’t be complaining about the show being different from the books. He and Mason had started watching the show last year. Mase had read the books and complained or told him what was about to happen. Complete buzzkill.
He crawled into bed, stretching out his legs. Oliver jumped up to keep him company while Becca did whatever she did to get ready for bed. He learned quickly not to walk in on her while she was on the toilet. She’d thrown the entire roll of toilet paper at his head that first night. It pissed her off to no end when she’d had to ask him to throw it back to her.
Chuckling, he leaned back and closed his eyes, ignoring Ollie, who rolled into his side. The dog usually snuck in while they were both asleep and curled up at the foot of the bed, anyway.
When Becca came out of the bathroom, she found both Dimitri and Oliver sound asleep. He must have dozed off. Poor guy. He’d had a rough couple of days, thanks to the Thai food. She’d have to remember to only eat spicy food when he wasn’t home.
She shooed Oliver out of the bed and closed the door behind him. Becca stood there a moment, admiring the toned physique of the man who proposed to her at least three times a day, every day. He wouldn’t be deterred. She’d found the ring in the bowl of cornflakes he’d presented her with her third day. It was a beautiful ring, elegant and not flashy. She hated big stones. They were so ostentatious, they tended to look gaudy. Becca couldn’t believe he’d remembered how she felt since they’d discussed it at length for one of his books years ago.
But he remembered everything she’d ever told him right down to the smallest detail. He was a good man.
Who had blue balls.
She chuckled. He’d done his best to seduce her since she’d arrived, despite his promises not to. She hadn’t expected that promise to hold much value, anyway. He was a manwhore, after all, and sex was his favorite pastime.
An idea formed in her head, and she went into the closet and found what she was looking for right off. She collected what she needed and walked slowly back out into the bedroom. If he woke up, she’d be busted, but she hoped he was tired enough the small movements she made wouldn’t disturb his sleep.
She tied the two scarves to the bedrail. He had one of those old-fashioned ones with rails on the headboard. Lifting one arm, she laid it against the pillow, waiting to see if he’d wake. When he didn’t, she tied the other end of the scarf to his hand, making sure it was short enough that he couldn’t move it. She repeated the process with his other hand.
Grinning, she stood and admired her handiwork. He kept refusing to let her tie him up, and she kept insisting he had to before she’d let him do it to her. What was he going to say when he woke up to find himself bound? Tossing her night shirt off, she eased into bed in only her lacy bra and panties. It would drive him crazy not being able to touch her in these. Dimitri loved that she wore lace. He thought it was sexy, and Becca loved the feel of the lace, which was why she wore so much of it.
He really was a beautiful man. Rock hard abs that flaunted his six-pack, even when he wasn’t trying. Dimitri’s skin was kissed by the sun, making it gleam in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She lightly ran her fingers over his stomach, fascinated when the muscles jumped beneath her fingertips.
She rolled over on her stomach so she could taste him. Her lips traveled all the grooves in the skin of his muscled stomach. She heard him groan and looked up to see his eyes closed. Was he awake and only playing possum?
She scraped her nails over his abdomen, pressing down the slightest bit, only enough to tease him with a bite of pain. His entire body shuddered.
“I know you’re awake, asshole.”
His blue eyes opened, and he raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?”
She tickled his side, and he gasped, flinching away from her. “I just did.”