Chapter 25 #2
The moment his hand slips into my hair, tugging gently to angle my head and take the kiss deeper, I know we’re not getting into the food. At least not right away.
Clay pulls away from me when we’re both breathless.
Taking our wine glasses, he sets them carefully on the picnic basket that he somehow transformed into a little table.
When he turns back to me, the hunger in his eyes is palpable.
He looks like he wants to eat me alive, and I can only hope that I look like I’d let him.
Because the things he can do with that tongue are just the right amount of wicked.
“This top,” he whispers into my neck, running his fingers along the thin straps of my crop.
His fingers slip under one strap, letting it fall down my shoulder.
He trails them across my breasts to the other side, lowering that strap too.
This shouldn’t be that erotic, but I can barely breathe; it’s so good. “I like that it shows off my marks.”
I bite my lip, looking up at him through my lashes. “Not second-guessing them now, are you, Cowboy?”
Pressing an open-mouth kiss to the bite mark on my shoulder closest to him, I feel his tongue lave at my skin, shivers erupting over my whole body.
“Nah, baby, you like them, so I like them.”
“Yes.” My voice is breathy and quiet, and we’ve barely even started.
I reach for Clay's shirt, but he grabs both my wrists and holds them up above my head.
In one swift motion, he has me lying on my back, arms stretched up above me, Clay straddling my middle.
He shifts his grip so one hand is holding both of mine and reaches into his back pocket.
He drags a pair of handcuffs up my stomach and over my chest, dangling them off one finger in front of me.
“Eleanor Kane, you are under arrest.”
“For what?”
“Interfering with a police investigation.”
“What are you investigating, Deputy?” My voice dips low and sultry.
“How fucking sexy you look in this getup. I’m going to put you in cuffs now. Do you understand?”
I feel a rush of moisture between my thighs, a resounding yes pounding through my body. I nod frantically, not sure I can get the words out. Clay tightens his hold on my wrists, eyes narrowing.
“Words, Leni,” he demands, his voice rough.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.” He tightens the metal around one of my wrists, then soothes his free hand back down my arm. “Am I going to be able to take this top off with your wrists tied up, or do we need to take it off now?”
“Now.” Clay moves back onto his heels, giving me the space to sit up.
My hands go to the bottom of my top, but Clay gives a gentle tug on the handcuffs, pulling my hands away.
I still, staring up at him through my lashes.
His eyes are dark, burning with lust so intensely that I feel like I could catch fire from looking at him.
“Arms up, baby.” I do as he says, sucking in a breath as his warm fingers trail up my body, pulling the top up over my head.
“Fuck me.” He’s still sitting above my hips, looking down at my breasts as my chest heaves.
His hands slip beneath them, lifting them and pressing them together.
His touch is soft, reverent. The whole thing feels sweet until he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Someday, I’m gonna fuck these perfect tits of yours. ”
I whimper, the ache in my core burning a path through my body. I need him inside of me. Now. Clay snaps the other handcuff in place, using the chain between the two to slowly lower me back onto the ground.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” I nearly cry. With anyone else, the panic would be setting in. The idea of being held down, unable to be in control, has always scared me, but here? With Clay? I want nothing more.
“Can you keep your hands up here? Or do I need to find something to stake them in?”
I gulp at the thought of being fully restrained, at his mercy. “I’ll be good,” I whisper.
Heat flashes through his eyes at my answer, before he moves himself lower down my body.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, he slides them down my legs, so fucking slowly.
He sucks in a breath at the sight of my freshly shaved pussy, fingers slipping through my folds in a light, teasing touch.
“Oh Leni, such a naughty fucking girl. Where are your panties?”
I can’t answer him. My mind isn’t working anymore, heart in my throat, and I’m going to pass out from how badly I need him inside of me.
He takes his time exploring, hands sliding up and down my legs, lips pressing kisses into my skin, alternating between little bites and soothing touches.
He makes his way between my thighs, sinking his teeth into my inner thigh as his fingers pinch my nipples.
I cry out, the little bite of pain and pleasure swirling around me in a dangerous vortex.
“What do you want tonight? Do you want to ride my face? Let me eat this sweet little pussy until you come on my mouth? Or do you want to turn over and take your punishment for forgetting to wear all your clothes?”