"Uh, Julie? I need to pee."
She flushed. Of course he did. She'd woken him up and jumped him. He was probably about to pop.
With a frown she studied how he was laid out on the bed. "If I free your left hand, the right is close enough to the side that you could stand up beside the bed. I could get you a pan."
Nathan's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious? Have you lost your mind?"
"I can't let you go!" she protested.
He rattled the cuffs and scowled at her. "Julie, it was a fun game, but for God's sake let's be reasonable. You can't keep me locked up here all day."
"No? I thought it would be kind of fun."
Nathan sighed. "You're serious, aren't you?"
She nodded.
He closed his eyes then reopened them to stare at her. "Tell you what. You let me out so I can go pee, preferably in private, and I promise you I'll come back so you can recuff me."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" she muttered. "You'd probably just cuff me."
"Not that it isn't a highly tempting idea, but I promise you that I'll come back so you can continue to have your wicked way with me."
She was an idiot to be sucked in by that charming, beguiling, wheedling smile, but she would be pissed if he tried to make her pee into some pan by the bed. And he had been nice and understanding the night before when he'd taken her to the bathroom. She sighed. "Okay, but if you break your word I swear I'll knee you in the balls so hard you won't be able to get it up for a week."
He winced. "Damn, woman. You're bloodthirsty."
She retrieved the keys from her dresser and unlocked the cuffs, freeing his hands. He pulled them to his chest and rubbed his wrists.
"Do they hurt?" she asked with a frown. She hadn't considered that it might be painful for him.
"Nah, they're fine."
He moved so fast that one minute she was kneeling on the bed beside him and the next she was in his arms, his body over hers, his lips devouring her mouth.
Oh, but the man could kiss.
"I thought we had a deal," she whispered against his mouth.
"I said nothing about kissing you senseless before I go take a piss," he said before taking her mouth again.
Chapter 30
He was crazy for agreeing to this. What self-respecting man allowed a woman to handcuff him to the bed and keep him there as her boy toy?
He grinned even as he walked back out of the bathroom. When it came to Julie, he had no pride. The woman was just it for him.
The thought came as a surprise to him. It? Like it, it? As in forsaking all others and that kind of bullshit?
Whoa. That was some scary shit. But in an equally scary way it made sense. Every since he'd first laid eyes on Julie, all other women had ceased to exist for him.
He'd been attracted to plenty of women in his life. But never before had he experienced an all encompassing, total obsession with a woman. It wasn't a comfortable feeling at all. Anyone who said love was all hearts and roses and warm, gushy feelings clearly hadn't fallen for Julie.
Ah shit. He'd gone and said it now. Or thought it. He was in love with her.
"You look like a boy who just lost his best friend," Julie said.
He looked up to see her sitting on the bed, holding the handcuffs. For a moment he considered bargaining with her or just out and out reneging, but there was something soft and warm in her eyes. Trust. And maybe something else as well. He was a guy, and guys weren't that good at figuring out woman stuff, but he had a feeling if he backed out now, she'd never let him within six feet of her again. For whatever reason, she was determined to have him at her every whim and mercy, and personally, he could think of worse ways to spend his day than being loved by a gorgeous woman.
He spread his hands out in supplication. "I'm all yours, honey."
She stood, smiling, her plump derriere shaking with just the amount of jiggle that made his mouth water. Then her eyes widened when she saw his cock already standing at attention. Traitorous little bastard. Or maybe not so little, according to Julie. He wasn't above preening a bit that his woman thought he was stacked. It wasn't like he pulled it out to regularly to compare with guys at the gym. If she thought he was impressive then he'd be happy to impress the hell out of her.
When she motioned to the bed, he obediently took position, even offering his wrists up to her so she could cuff him to the headboard. Talk about a man assisting in his own demise.
"Tell me something, Nathan," she said as she secured the last cuff.
"Anything."
She smiled brilliantly at him, and his gaze wandered down to her full breasts. His mouth watered as he imagined the ripe buds on his tongue. Would he ever get enough of her?
She crawled up over him, arching her back like a sleek cat, her breasts dangling precariously close to his mouth. "What's your fantasy?"
"Hell, I'd say I'm living it. Sans cuffs, of course."
She laughed softly. "How do you want me this time? Do you want my mouth? My pussy? My . . . ass?"
"Yes, yes and yes," he growled.
"Did you like fucking my ass before . . . with Micah?"
"Can we leave him out of this?"
She smiled again. "I think it's best if we do. But you didn't answer my question."
"Hell, yes, I liked fucking your ass. I've got wood the size of a tree trunk just thinking about it."
She glanced down at his cock that was straining upward to brush her belly. "Yeah, I'd say so."
His entire body was on fire remembering how tight her sweet little ass had felt around his dick
"I want to take you without a condom. Do you have a problem with that?"
His body shuddered underneath hers. "Christ." Did he mind? He was screaming hallelujah, but he also knew this was where he was supposed to exhibit a modicum of common sense. Clearly no decisions should ever be made when a beautiful naked woman was sitting astride you.
"You're safe with me," he gritted out. "Never not used a condom. You?"
He hoped to hell she wouldn't be offended by his asking. Some women got all huffy, as if you questioning their history made them flaming whores or something.
"Nope. Well, once, but I was in a committed relationship." A flash of pain shone briefly in her eyes but was chased away as soon as it arrived. "It was a few years ago. I've been tested since then."
"Birth control?"
She looked puzzled by his question. But then they had been talking about anal sex.
"I ask because I'd give my left nut if you'd let me have that sweet little pussy of yours bareback just once, a few seconds, but given how excited I am at the prospect, I wouldn't want you to do it unless you were protected against pregnancy, if you know what I mean."
She laughed, shaking against his belly. Then she leaned down and kissed him. "If you come, that means I have to start all over again, and it means you have to stay in those cuffs longer."
He grunted. "That's not exactly an incentive not to blow my load as soon as I get inside you."
Grinning, she sat back and reached down with both hands to circle his dick. He shuddered and closed his eyes. When she rose above him, he forced his eyes open again, wanting to see himself disappear into her tight sheath.
The head nudged her entrance and he clenched his fists with the effort it took not to surge upward and bury himself in her satiny warmth.
Instead he let her dictate the pace, and God almighty it cost him. He was going to lose his mind before this was over with.
He watched in fascination as a host of reactions crossed her face. She sank lower, taking more of him, biting her lips with extreme concentration. Was it as mind-bending for her as it was for him?