“W-what are you going to do?”
Tyler might think she was nervous if her nipples hadn’t gotten harder.
He just smiled and tore through the snap and zipper of her capri pants, then shoved them down her thighs. She wore a little blue thong with a small, silky bow right above her pussy. The cotton was faded and comfortable and damn near transparent.
Enough to see that she was bare and lovely.
“Take them off for me or I’ll rip them. Your choice.”
She blinked, hesitated. “What’s going on?”
“Not quick enough.” He grabbed the little panties in his tight fists.
“Wait!” On wobbly legs, she stood. He didn’t give her a spare inch of space, but kept her wedged between him and the bed as she lowered the thong down her hips.
Tyler took over, forcing them past her thighs, to the ground. Then he threw them across the room, thinking that they really belonged in the trash. Damn things had been in his way. He was beginning to see that they’d always be an unwanted barrier between him and—he looked down and lost his mind, staring at Del’s perfectly bare pussy.
God, he couldn’t wait to have that.
He guided her back to the bed. “Give me your wrist.”
Slowly, warily, she extended it to him. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was up to, but she trusted him, and it was beautiful. Suddenly, he began to understand Jack’s, Hunter’s, and Logan’s quest to push their wives’ boundaries. It wasn’t just to please them, but to know how fully those vibrant women would surrender because they loved and believed in their men. The push-pull he felt now only seemed to reinforce his bond with Delaney.
Tyler wanted more.
Silently, he looped the tie around her wrist, then rested her arm back against the bed, near her shoulder. With his other hand, he grabbed her thigh, spreading her legs wide to get his first full look at her cunt.
Fuck. So wet, already swollen. Pink, perfect. Beautiful.
“You want this.” His stare drilled into her as he willed her to answer.
“Yes. I shouldn’t, but . . .”
“Fuck shouldn’t. This is about you and me and what feels good. I’m going to silence that destructive little voice in your head spouting this ‘shouldn’t’ crap.” And make sure you don’t worry about Seth, danger, or death anymore tonight. “I’ll give you something much better to focus on.”
Del’s breath caught. The edge of fear was getting to her. The anticipation. He was loving dishing out the dominance and making her tremble.
Tyler looped the bathrobe belt around her thigh, then pulled on both ends, forcing her wrist down and her knee up at her side.
“Give me your other wrist,” he demanded.
Understanding dawned in those pretty blue eyes. Del realized that he intended to spread her wide open and immobilize her completely.
He waited a second, breath held. He was asking for a lot of trust after everything that had passed between them. His heart chugged, and desire gnawed at him viciously while she worked it through in her head.
Finally, she held her free hand out to him, looking right into his eyes with all the trust in the world.
That giving expression sizzled right down to his dick.
Tyler didn’t hesitate another moment before he wrapped the belt around her delicate wrist, then reached for her knee, opening that leg to her side, and knotted the fabric there. Now, she was wide fucking open, each arm and leg attached, resting at her sides. The restraints lifted her hips to him perfectly. God, he wanted to pounce on her that second and lay claim to her sweet flesh—seduce her into wanting only him.
He forced the urge down for a second. “Is anything too tight? Hurt?”
“No.” She sounded breathy, looked flushed, as she gazed at him softly, with need.
Clenching his fists, he forced logic for one more minute. “Any requests before I take you in every way known to man?”
Her breath caught. That pretty little tongue swiped across her lips, then she looked down his body, lingering on his hard cock, before her wandering gaze made it back to his face.
“Just one,” she whispered. “Can you make the knots tighter?”
Oh fuck. Six little words, and he was at the brink. She wanted to be more completely under his control? “Absolutely.”
He made a mental note to thank Jack and the Edgington brothers later for their frequent conversations about handling the pretty, willful women in their lives.
Tyler bent to his knots, tightened, rechecked that she still had circulation. “Move your hands and ankles. Anything too tight now?”
She shook her head, her eyes silently begging him. “Nothing.”
“Then get ready, angel. I might be done with you by dawn. Maybe.”
Del barely gasped in a single breath before he was on her again. He pushed past her lips to taste the deepest recesses of her mouth, gripped her hips, and shoved his cock right against that pretty pussy. God, she was so wet and bare, he could feel her sliding all over him, coating him with her cream. He ground against her. It had been good this morning, feeling her lush curves all against his cock, but this . . . Fuck, he was going to lose his mind.
Tyler tore his mouth from hers to stare down at her. Oh yeah, she was still with him, jagged breathing, pleading blue eyes. How had he never gotten the upside of bondage before?
Because he’d never wanted to keep someone open for him, and him alone, like he wanted with Del.
Tyler inched down her body. Her plush breasts waited for him, so soft, topped with hard, swollen nipples. He took the unspoken invitation and circled one with his tongue. God, those were good. He loved the scent of her, the flavor. She groaned as he shifted to the other, thumbing the hard tips, nipping at them, gratified when she whimpered his name.
“I like this. Mmm.” He swiped his tongue along her abdomen, loving the way she shivered. “I remember my first night in Lafayette the week after I left your house. I had an empty apartment and a full bottle. I missed you . . .”
It was the first night he’d let himself masturbate to the thought of her. But not the last—not by a long shot. He always saved her for the times he was too drunk to remember that Del had thrown him out of her life. Even so, she’d still affected him like no one else.
“I fantasized about doing this.”
Tyler slid farther down her body, bracing himself between her thighs. She was slick and succulent. The tangy-sweet scent of her went straight to his cock. He glanced at her, wide-eyed and restrained, before dropping his gaze again.