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more than lust and like for each other after meeting only hours before, her heart clearly
wanted to believe in the fairytale of love at first sight.
Feeling the heat of his stare, even though she couldn t see him looking down on her
through her blindfold, she could feel her breath coming too fast, knew she was actually shaking
within her bindings.
The next thing she knew, his warm breath was brushing against her earlobe. You re
being so brave, sweetheart.
But she wasn t. She was begging him to release her at every turn, telling him she couldn t
do what he was asking her to do.
Just like she d been doing her whole life.
He sucked the fleshy lobe of her ear between his teeth and she arched up off the bed as
far as the bindings would let her. Her nipples brushed against one of his thickly muscled arms.
Touch me, Cole. She was still begging, but in an instant what she wanted had changed.
No, that was a lie. She'd wanted him to touch her from the first. All that had changed was
she had finally stopped getting in her own way.
His mouth moved from her ear to trail a hot path down her neck. Here?
Yes, she said as her head fell back to give him better access to her sensitive skin. But
the way her breasts were aching for his touch had her changing her answer. No.
She heard him chuckle, felt his soft laughter against her skin a moment before his tongue
dipped into the hollow in front of her shoulder.
She gasped at the delicious pleasure racing through her and pulled at the bindings at her
wrists. Only, this time she was pulling because of the pleasure, rather than trying to get away
from it.
Is this where you want me, Anna?
His mouth moved across her skin with the question, lingering behind with a lick and a nip
when the words were done.
Knowing how close he was to her breasts and yet so damn, frustratingly far she said,
My breasts. Please, Cole. Touch my breasts.
Sweet Anna, he said, that surprising thread of humor lacing his response, you should
have just asked.
But he d known she couldn t, that she didn t have the words, the sexual experience to
play the kind of games he probably played every single night with beautiful women.
And then, just as it had before, humor turned to instant heat as his mouth came down over
one breast, his tongue laving her nipple beneath her bra in hot and heavy strokes.
It was good, so good, better than anything she d ever felt before. But she wanted more.
Oh God, she wanted more.
Cool air rushed over her when he lifted his head. Am I doing it right?
His question would have been funny if she weren t lying there burning up, wanting things
that had her all but squirming with embarrassment. Not the sexual act itself, which she d done
before, but the verbal element of their sexual interaction, something he was clearly insistent that
she try.
Anna was surprised to realize that putting voice to her desire was almost more scary than
being tied up and vulnerable to his every touch.
So many times in one short night, Cole had asked her to be brave. To take a chance by
dancing with him. To marry him. To let him tie her up. And, now, to tell him what gave her
pleasure.
He was the first person who had ever looked at her and seen someone who might have
guts.
A woman who might be willing to take a risk.
She d been so afraid of falling her whole life that she hadn t ever known the feeling of
leaping and not knowing where she d land.
But Cole had taken her hand and given her the opportunity to jump.
The chance to take a free fall and feel the wind in her hair.
Sucking in a breath, she told him something she d never thought to say to anyone. My
breasts are really sensitive. Good sensitive.
She felt the air go still in the room, realized neither of them were breathing. And then, his
fingers found the clasp at the front of her bra and cool air was rushing over the heated tips of her
breasts.
Anna. Her name was almost a prayer on his lips. Sweet Anna, no one should be this
beautiful.
She thought prayed that he was going to drop his head down to her breasts, especially
when she felt the soft ends of his hair brushing against the super-sensitive flesh.
Tell me what you want me to do to your perfect breasts, sweetheart.
Before she could say a word, his hands came around the undersides of her breasts and
cupped them together.
Lick them.
His hair brushed against the outside of one breast, his tongue laving between her soft
flesh and her rib cage. Like this?
She couldn t believe she was smiling, but it was such a surprise that the big, hard man
she d married loved to tease.
And, oh, was he good at it.
What if I said yes? she found herself teasing back.
After a bit of a pause that only served to ratchet up her anticipation, his tongue came
down over her again, laving small but intensely sweet circles of pleasure against the side of her
breast. And then, after a quick sweep of his soft hair over her chest, he found the mirror-image
spot on the other breast.
She knew what he was doing, that he wasn t going to take another step on his own
without forcing her all the way to the edge, but not off. Jumping was all her own responsibility.
She knew that now, understanding it for the first time ever.
My nipples, Cole. She felt him lift his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her skin
before moving away completely. Lick my nipples.
She was instantly rewarded for her bravery by the wet flick of the tip of his tongue
against the rigid points. His hands were wonderfully rough on her as he pushed her breasts close
enough together that he could lick first one hard tip and then the other, again and again in such
rapid succession that she never had a chance to recover.
Just Cole s tongue on her skin was better than any other sexual encounter she d ever had.
And still, it wasn t enough.
Not nearly enough to satisfy the need he d made her feel.
And, oh God, the things she was feeling, white-hot flames rippling across her skin,
pulling her into a maelstrom of heat...and boundless pleasure.
Suck them.
Again, her request was instantly granted, and she couldn t possibly contain her cry of
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