Chapter Nine
She awoke, back in his bed, and her arm above her head. She pulled, but she was handcuffed to the bedpost. It didn’t matter her other hand remained free. Without the key, she couldn’t get it off.
She shivered, he’d taken her dress. No sheets or blankets on the bed. She had nothing on but her lace bra and panties. Her cheeks burned. Draped over a chair near the window she spotted his discarded white button-down shirt.
She couldn’t reach it.
She gazed up. The bed post didn’t reach the ceiling. Carefully, she held onto the bed post and stood on the bed. Felt something bump against her belly and she pressed her hand there. The occupant inside pressed against the spot beneath her hand. She knew because this part of the egg grew warmer under her touch. “Sorry baby, but I’ve got to get us out of here.”
She stretched her hand up as high as she could. Then she used her foot on the headboard to leverage up farther. Almost to the top of the post she held on with her free hand. Stretching a bit higher, the cuff-end almost up over the post, she heard a throat clear at the foot of the bed.
Startled, she looked over her shoulder.
Blake stood, bared to the waist. His tattoos glowed against his sun-kissed skin. With his hair glistening wet, he appeared right out of the shower, no socks and just a pair of faded, ripped, jeans.
Sensing the direction his thoughts took, Emily kept her back to him. “You never seemed the type that would cuff a girl to your bed.”
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Emily Reese.”
She hugged closer to the bedpost. Her heart quickened.
“Why don’t you step down, before you hurt yourself and the fiu?”
“And spoil all the fun?”
Challenge glinted in his eyes. “How is it that you called your dragon? Something about embracing you between my wings?”
“It wasn’t intended for you. Where is Jacques?”
He grabbed the post and swung up on the bed behind her. Compared to Jacques, Blake’s legs were longer, his hips not as narrow, and he did not possess any lack of muscle. Still for all his mortal flesh, he could take her breath away—even for a dragon.
He pressed his hard-muscled chest against her back. It took most of her willpower not to lean back into his warm, golden, bare chest embrace.
“I told him to wait. You ruined my surprise.” He wrapped an arm around her and reached up with the other.
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore his state of undress, his closeness, and the way her body longed to get close to him. “What have you done with him?”
“Nothing like what I’m going to do to you,” he whispered.
When she opened her eyes, pure, raw, unadulterated desire stared back at her through those golden orbs.
He caressed her arm and she relaxed it. He pulled it down from above her head, still cuffed to the post. He caressed her shoulder, pushing the long strands of her hair away to bare her back to him. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder, the back of her neck, her ear. She felt the clasp on the back of her bra release. Only then did he press closer. His hand traced down along the bumps and curvature of her spine.
She released a shuddering breath, melting back against him. He coaxed her down on her knees on the bed. And when she did, he held her back against him. He peeled the straps of her bra down over her shoulder, guiding her un-cuffed arm free of the strap. He hooked a finger in the front of one lacy cup and tugged it down and then the other.
He sucked and nipped at her neck. Cradling the pillows of her breast in his hands, he flicked his thumbs over her nipples sending a jolt of desire coursing through her body. She didn’t know if it was possible to get him close enough. Every inch of her flesh screamed for his touch.
Reaching back, she entangled her hand deep into his hair. His hands pressed and caressed and explored. Lost in her own haze of passion, she couldn’t deny him.
With one hand still fondling her breast, he traced the contours of her neck, sliding down against the hollow of her throat. Her pulse pounding against his touch, her heart drumming to the same beat. Against her belly, his fiu nestled at the bottom of its shell.
Lightly, the back of his knuckles swept down over where flesh and egg melded at her abdomen. She whimpered, feeling his whisper soft touch dip beneath the curve of the egg to her hip. Lower, his fingertips slipped beneath her lace panties to graze the dark locks below. Emily’s breath caught in her throat.
“Sing for me, I want to hear you cry my name.” Blake buried his face in her hair. He traced her damp seam and as he plunged a finger into her sex, she cried out. She reached down, but he stopped just long enough to take her hand, placing it against the headboard. She rocked against his hand. Her body betrayed her. She couldn’t stop. He found the knot between her folds and she trembled against him.
“Come my siren, sing for me.”
Her breath caught as he circled her clit with his thumb and when he sank a second finger inside her, she moaned. Damn, he knew where to find her spot. She opened her legs wider. “Please,” she pleaded.
“Not yet, love.”
The wet walls of her sex clenched around his fingers. She whimpered. Faster and faster he rubbed his thumb over her silken knot, her inner thighs quivering with each touch. She tried to press her legs back together around his hand.
“Wider.” He nudged her legs back apart with his jean clad knee until she did as he asked. She gripped the bedpost and the headboard. She threw her head back against his shoulder as his fingers thrust harder.
Just when she felt on the edge of release, he withdrew from her. The sound that left her lips came out almost savage, estranged, like a wounded animal.
“I’d forgotten how hot and tight you are.” He sank his teeth in her shoulder, enough for the pain to heighten the pleasure of her flesh. She heard him unzip his fly.
With one arm around her hips he pulled her back until she was on her knees with one hand steadying her and the other still gripping the bedpost. She felt him sliding down her panties. She lifted one knee and then the other until she was free of them.
She looked back, as he finished sliding his jeans down. Desperate for release, she tried to jerk back to meet his thrust, but the metal cuff held her to the bed post.
Hoarsely, he cried out her name, gripping her hips, thrusting deeper, deeper. Then everything shattered inside her. Emily sobbed as he lunged forward taking her beyond the sphere of any pleasure she’d felt before. She needed more of him, all of him, and as she felt his release she knew she belonged with him.