Taking another sip of wine, she leaned back in her chair. He did the same, stretching his legs out in front of him. Even though he was wearing pajama bottoms, she could still see the outline of his muscles. God, he had great legs. Unable to help herself, she slowly ran her bare foot up his leg, following the muscular curve of his calf underneath the material. As she did so, the complimentary hotel robe she had on parted slightly to reveal even more of her leg and she felt heat pool between her thighs as his predatory gaze slowly ran up and down her silky skin.
“Maybe we should go inside and finish our wine in front of the fireplace,” he suggested.
Her lips curved. “You must have read my mind.”
Picking up his glass, Dawson got to his feet and opened the sliding glass door for her. Kate stepped inside and walked across the room to sink down on the faux bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Since it was a gas-burning one, all Dawson had to do was turn it on before joining her on the floor. He set his glass down, then leaned close to gently kiss her on the mouth.
Kate closed her eyes and parted her lips, her tongue meeting his halfway and tangling with it eagerly. He tasted like the wine they’d had with dinner, but was more potent and intoxicating than any drink could ever be, and she willingly surrendered to him, tilting her head back so that he could plunder her mouth more completely.
She ran her hands up his bare chest and over his shoulders, sighing in appreciation as the muscles flexed and bunched beneath her fingers. She absently wondered how many times a week he had to work out to look like he did. At least twice, maybe more, she surmised, letting out a little moan as she pictured his gorgeous body all slick with sweat after a hard workout.
But then all thought fled her mind as Dawson reached down to untie the sash on her robe. When it fell open, he pushed it off her shoulders and cupped her naked breast, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and giving it a firm little squeeze. Kate gasped as he dragged his mouth away from hers to kiss his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck.
She arched her back, offering her breasts to him. But instead of moving his mouth lower, he lifted his head to gaze down at her. His eyes were molten gold in the firelight and she caught her breath at the heat she saw in their depths. She’d never had a man look at her with such desire before. She was so mesmerized she didn’t even realize he’d moved his hands until she felt him slide the belt of her robe from the loops.
She stared at it in confusion. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, but instead put her hands together and wrapped the sash around her wrists.
Kate’s eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. “Oh,” she murmured, watching in fascination as he looped the belt around her wrists again, then expertly tied a knot. That answered the question as to whether he was a boy scout or not. Then again, maybe not. She was pretty sure they didn’t teach Bondage 101 in the boy scouts. She stifled a little giggle at the thought.
Dawson lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for a moment before swooping down to cover her mouth with his again. This time, he wrapped his arm around her and urged her back onto the fur rug. When she was completely lying down, he took her bound wrists and gently placed them above her head, then leaned close and put his mouth to her ear.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body and while I do, you’re going to keep your hands right where they are,” he said softly. “Is that understood?”
She shivered at the command in his deep voice. “Yes,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. “Good. Because if you don’t, then I’ll stop what I’m doing, even if I’m in the middle of licking your sweet pussy. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Kate moaned in reply, instinctively squeezing her thighs together and squirming beneath him. She’d never let a guy tie her up and have his way with her before, but the idea of playing the submissive and Dawson being completely and totally in charge turned her on like crazy.
Shifting above her, Dawson began to slowly trail a path of warm kisses down the curve of her arm. While she was careful to keep her arms where they were, Kate couldn’t help but wiggle against her bonds a little, just to see how secure they were. Although they weren’t tight, they weren’t loose enough for her to free her hands, either. That realization got her even more hot and bothered and she found herself almost wishing Dawson would forego his exploration of her body and just go straight for her pussy instead. As he paused to lick and nibble on the inside of her elbow, however, she had to admit that getting him there was going to be half the fun.
She giggled as his lips brushed the inside of her arm, unable to help herself.
He lifted his head to look at her. “Does that tickle?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“Really? Makes me wonder where else you’re ticklish.”
Giving her a wolfish grin, he lowered his head to continue kissing his way down her arm. Kate turned her head to the side, hoping he would stop to nibble her neck a little. He did, much to her delight.
Kate sighed and tilted her head back as he placed a series of light, little kisses along the curve her jaw. She parted her lips in anticipation, but instead of covering her mouth with his, Dawson teased her lips with featherlight kisses that made her tingle all over. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, wanting to grab a handful of hair and pull him down for a real kiss, but afraid if she disobeyed his command and moved, he would make good on his words and stop what he was doing altogether. She definitely didn’t want that.
So she forced herself to be good and stay where she was. Which really wasn’t all that difficult because despite her desire to grab him and kiss him, she rather liked his teasing. But she could only be patient for so long.
“Kiss me,” she begged as he lightly traced her lips with his again. “Please.”
He chuckled, capturing her lips and ravishing her mouth thoroughly and completely.
As she kissed him back, Kate once again had to fight the urge to hold him there. But she knew the penalty if she did, and so she lay there obediently when Dawson dragged his mouth away from hers a few moments later to slowly kiss his way down her neck so he could focus his attention on her breasts.
Cupping them gently in his hands, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then bent his head to close his mouth over the other. Kate gasped as he suckled on the pebbled tip. Her nipples were always sensitive, but there was something about being tied up that made the sensation seem more intense and arousing. Maybe it was the feeling that Dawson could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him. That was an illusion, of course. She knew Dawson would never do anything she didn’t want him to do. It was just part of the fantasy, and she definitely got off on it.
Dawson swirled his tongue round and round her nipple with a kind of methodical slowness that left Kate panting for breath. Although she thought she might actually go insane from such exquisite torture, that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth to protest when he lifted his head. Realizing it was only so he could do the same to the other nipple, she let out a little sigh of contentment instead. God, he had a talented mouth.
When Dawson released that nipple several long, delicious moments later, she thought he might go back and treat the first one to a repeat performance, but he slowly kissed his way down her stomach. Any complaint she might have had disappeared as soon as she figured out where he was heading. As much as she adored having her breasts touched, she loved having her pussy licked even more.
Rather than head straight there, though, Dawson stopped on the way to make teasing little circles around her bellybutton with his tongue before dipping it inside the little indentation. Kate caught her breath at the sensation. She’d never had a guy pay any attention to that part of her anatomy before and she was surprised at how sexy it was. In fact, she liked it so much she almost protested when he stopped and moved lower. Between her legs, her pussy tingled in anticipation and she quickly forgot about her bellybutton.