Chapter Twenty-Six
The hotel room was dim, the fading light of day barely penetrating the thick curtains as Amanda preceded Kiowa into the room. The bed looked huge. She couldn’t look anywhere else as a sudden case of nerves began to flutter in the pit of her stomach.
What if she had been wrong? What if it was the mating heat alone that had drawn them together, made the sex so desperate and filled with pleasure?
She stood silently in the center of the room, fighting to calm the sudden fear that rose inside her. When she awoke to learn he had left, rage and grief had swelled within her in a wave that had nearly destroyed her. Surely, that was love?
“Take your clothes off.”
She shivered at his hard voice, so dark and wicked, so husky it seemed to vibrate from the very depths of his chest. It was rough and guttural and she couldn’t halt the little shudder of pleasure that raced over her body.
She licked her lips and glanced up at him as he moved around her, walking slowly to the bed and sitting down.
“I’m sure you were a very naughty girl while I was away,” he said reprovingly. “You know I’ll have to punish you.”
Oh God. It was her hottest fantasy come to life. The dimness of the room made him seem darker, stronger somehow, as though that were possible.
“What if I promise to be good now?” She played into her own sexual fantasy, her pu**y weeping at the thrill that shot through her.
He chuckled at that. “I’m sure you will be. After tonight. Now take off your clothes. You don’t want me to have to cut them off.”
She barely restrained her moan. Oh yes she did.
“Start with the shoes. Take everything off very slowly.”
She could barely breathe; her knees were shaking, her hands trembling with excitement. She kicked her shoes off. That part was easy. Her hands lifted to the buttons of her blouse, and there her battle began. She could feel her swollen br**sts, the tight hot ni**les that peaked them, rubbing against the lace of her bra and she wanted to cry out just at that small pleasure. She struggled with the tiny buttons, her fingers slipping, becoming uncooperative as he continued to watch her with his hot black eyes. Her gaze flickered up, her breath catching as he rose to his feet.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked her, as wicked, wicked sensuality echoed in his voice.
“No.” She shook her head fiercely as he circled her. “I’m not.”
His hand cupped the curve of her butt.
“I think you are. I think you know how hard my c**k is, how eager my tongue is to taste you and you’re teasing me.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Yeah, that was it.
“No. I promise. I’m trying to be good,” she whispered breathlessly. This was just too exciting. It was everything she had ever fantasized about and more. A second later a moan rippled from her throat as his hand landed firmly on the curve of her ass. The stinging little fire shot straight to her pu**y and had it flooding with hot, rich cream.
“You’ll have to pay for this,” he whispered at her ear then. “Put your hands behind your back, Amanda.”
Oh God. Oh God.
She had seen the length of rope he had collected from the Jeep and stuck in his jeans pocket before they entered the hotel. She moved slowly, trembling in anticipation as she crossed her wrists at the small of her back.
“I’m going to enjoy this, Amanda,” he breathed at her ear. “Are you?”
She was going to come before he ever touched her at this rate. Amanda was panting by time he bound her wrists firmly behind her back, the rope holding her fast as she tugged at the knot.
“Now, how are we going to get these clothes off you?” he murmured as he brushed her hair back from her neck, his breath whispering across the wound he had made there the first time he had taken her. She shuddered again, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue licked over the wound, his hands smoothing up her stomach until he was cupping the heaving mounds of her br**sts.
“Any suggestions?” he asked her, his thumb and forefinger gripping her ni**les and tweaking them firmly.
She shook her head fiercely. She hoped he didn’t truly expect her to talk. She could barely breathe, let alone form actual words.
“Oh God!” Okay, she could talk.
The sound of fabric ripping tore through the room as he jerked the blouse free of the delicate buttons anchoring it. It hung on her then, barely clinging to the rapid rise and fall of her swollen br**sts as his hands dragged it over her shoulders, his teeth scraping at the mating mark on her neck. She was going to come. Right then and there, standing in the middle of the room she was going to climax to nothing else but the excitement tearing through her. Then he walked away from her. She stared at his back as he disappeared into the bathroom, listened to the sound of running water, and seconds later watched as he sauntered back.