CHAPTER EIGHT
Noah did feel bad. He surely hadn’t envisioned tying her up just to keep her here. But he knew what she was planning. Now, she doesn’t think I’m so beautiful anymore, does she?
“My god!” she yelled. “So what now?” I stay tied up day and night?”
He again shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is…” His voice faded away as he realized he’d just tied up the woman he wanted so badly. “I care about you. It isn’t just self preservation. I didn’t roll down that mountain; dig you out of that snow. Then worry about you for days while you were out cold, just to let you run out into a god dammed blizzard!” His voice rose at the last part.
Her eyes were wide, as she looked stricken. “God, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t think…”
“No, you didn’t think. You just feel.” He mentally chastised himself all over again, as he sat back down and ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, I don’t normally tie women up.” He paused. “Well, that’s not true. I have but they liked it.” He chuckled. “But until I feel you have come to your senses…”
She bit at her lip. “But how am I going to eat, to—you know, go to the bathroom, shower? Everyday needs!”
He sat back a little. “Yeah, I suppose I didn’t think that far ahead.”
Rolling her eyes, she asked, “So…you’d better get started.”
Noah stared at her.
Her blue eyes were glittering at him.
“Started?” he asked.
“Yeah, carry me over to the toilet and sit me down so I can pee, then wipe me dry.”
He sucked in a breath as he stood up. “Oh, I don’t think so.”
“So I pee right here then?” she asked.
The woman was clever, he had to admit. Challenging him like this to throw him off. “I’ll just take you in and…” He lowered his face close to hers. “…I will wipe you…” he purred to her lips. “Nice and clean. Just a long, sweet swipe.”
Her body trembled.
“Damn, you are cute that was a good one.” He chuckled.
“I-I mean it. I have to pee.”
He sighed and scooped her up. “I only just tied you up, Ridge. And already—”
“Hurry!” she yelled in his ear.
He did. He rushed her in and lifted the shirt as he sat her down. Then he turned his back.
“Oh, so mister slimy kidnapper isn’t going to watch?”
He rolled his eyes. “Have fun at this game Ridge. Just have your fun.”
Silence reigned behind him as he waited.
“Okay. Now give me the toilet paper,” she demanded.
He turned and rolled some off as he stepped close.
“Oh, hell no,” she seethed. “Just put it in my hands. You, Mr. Beautiful Kidnapper, aren’t touching me again!”
He waited a few moments then stepped forward to scoop her up from the toilet. “We’ll see about that little hostage.” He let out a faked evil laugh.
“Oooh!” she yelled. “You can’t be serious about this!”
He shook his head as he carried her out through the bedroom and into the living room. What did he have to do to show her, he was in fact, deadly serious?
“So, no tying me to the bed posts,” she sneered.
“You wish.” He smirked.
Ridge looked so angry. Her face was beet red.
He knew better than to laugh. She was already beyond raging. He was tempted though to tease her. “Do you want me to?”
Her eyes got beady as she let out a very pronounced harrumph.
Now, he did laugh. “Admit it…” He stopped in front of the couch. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
Her face reddened some more. “Not anymore I don’t!”
He again smirked. “Want me to prove you’re lying?”
Her mouth popped open in shock.
“I suggest you quit aggravating your captor, sweet cheeks,” he warned.
Her eyes went beady again.
Oh dammit, he loved this. He’d never been so enthralled with a woman like this.
“Or what?” she challenged.
He raised a brow as he dropped her on the couch. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve considered spanking you.”
She gasped.
He now laughed as he sat her up. “Seriously, I have thought about it. Only I would have my fingers filling every one of your holes while I did it. You would like it, believe me.”
Again, with a gasp but more of a shuddering type gasp. Then she fell silent.
He kept his smirk to himself. She did need to know she couldn’t manipulate him.
She stayed silent for a long while.
Deciding it was safe enough, Noah glanced over at her.
Her large blue eyes stared back at him. Her luscious lips were pressed into thin line of anger.
So now, she refused to talk to him eh? Yes, he knew she wasn’t done. God, how he loved this challenge. “So, I will feed you, dress you and bathe you. It will work out fine,” he stated casually.
Her body trembled next to him.
He waited. She would take the bait…
She tried to get up.
He simply tipped her back.
Now, she looked away from him with another harrumph.
Damn, she was really angry now. He smiled.
He waited for another few minutes as silence fell deep and angry in the room.
Without any warning, he scooped her up. “Well, I can see we need to cool you off before you explode.” He carried her past her room to his. He went through the door and through a large bedroom to a really large bathroom. The shower had a bench. He set her down.
She hadn’t said a word the whole time.
The old but ever traditional silent treatment that women from long ago had perfected to an art. Yes, he knew. His grandma had been the best at it. Well, he just had to push a bit more is all. She would talk. He reached down and tugged his sweats off.
Her eyes widened.
He kept the smile from his lips. He wore boxer briefs so she wasn’t getting the whole picture. No, he didn’t plan on anything involving his dick. Tempted as he was, he wouldn’t go that far. Have her tied up and…his thoughts drifted a little and he got rock hard. Dammit, his control was slipping again.
Stepping in to the shower with her, he turned on the jets. Now… for the hard part.
Her eyes widened when he turned to look at her.
He aimed the jets toward her.
She flinched when the warm water hit her.
He grabbed the shampoo and sat next to her. He poured some into his hand and then lathered up her hair.
She still hadn’t spoken a word. Dammit, she was tough. He would crack her though. He massaged her scalp for a few minutes.
Her head lolled as she relaxed into his fingers, then he gently tipped her out a bit toward the water so he could rinse her hair. Next, he put conditioner in and untangled her locks, once again, he reveled in the color and her long curls. Her body felt so relaxed in his arms. At least that was an improvement. Rinsing her hair again, he turned her around.
She closed her eyes.
Oh, so shutting him out completely, eh? He glanced down and regretted doing so.
Her shirt had become transparent with the water her nipples protruding from the fabric.
He got hard instantly. Okay, the tables just got turned. Before he could think it over, he lowered his mouth and nipped at her nipple.
Her body rippled.
Yes, feel that sweet cheeks? He leaned forward and did it again.
She moaned.
Yes, a sound and one he liked. He reached down and caressed her thighs as he suckled her other nipple.
Her breathing was rapid and he knew her heart was pounding. He eased his fingers closer to her mound.
Her legs opened.
Noah knew she’d wanted his touch there earlier in the kitchen. He wanted to touch her there now. He steadied himself. He knew better than to fuck her yet. He needed to control this, not the other way around, even if it killed him to do it. He stroked her clit.
Again, her body rippled with pleasure. He eased a finger in. Damn, maybe he’d taken this game far enough. Or maybe not far enough. He wanted to lower her down and fuck her senseless. He hadn’t intended that when he started this. He raised his head. He’d suddenly lost all sense of what he had intended to do.
Teach her a lesson. Make her talk. Let her know she couldn’t play games with me. Right?
Dammit, he couldn’t keep this up. He removed his fingers.
Her body almost slumped when he did so. “Nooo,” she whispered.
Okay, she spoke, so he would stop this now. He knew it was chicken shit. But he wasn’t made of steel. He was way too tempted here. He knew to quit while he was ahead. He stood her up and moved her to the jets, then he rubbed between her legs to wash away the wetness…her wetness he’d felt there before.
Again, her body shuddered. His did too, but he was so not going there.
Breathing hard, she allowed him to move her around.
He didn’t like this part, not really. Yes, he had to tie her up. She was planning to go. He just wanted to buy some time, so she might see how stupid that idea was. Now, she had kept nearly silent for a full hour. He helped her out and grabbed a huge towel.
Noah faltered for a moment.
How was he going to get through this part? Her wet shirt, the ties around her wrists. Shrugging his wide shoulders, he reached out and ripped the shirt she wore open.
He refused to look at her bare tits. No, he would be doomed if he did. He was smart enough to know this. Okay, so now he had another problem. Getting it off of her wrists. “Fuck it!” Disgusted with this entire game, Noah reached down and untied her wrists.
She gazed down at his hands, a surprised expression on her face as he released her.
Kneeling at her feet, he untied her ankles too. Then he gazed up at her. “Spread your thighs,” he whispered.
Her eyes rounded as she did what he said.
He knew he shouldn’t, but he pressed his face to her pussy lips and gave her a long, slow sensual swipe.
“Ohhh,” she gasped out.
Noah clenched his hands into fists. God, she tasted better than he’d dreamed. He licked her essence from his lip. Sweet. He fought for control. Then he slowly stood up. Yes, he hoped it would keep her here with him. Call it an invisible tether. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Melting her essence and his flavor together into her mouth. He pulled her close and imprisoned her with his arms and his lips.
Branding her. He knew it at some level. That was what he was doing. Letting her know she was his. He would keep her. If he promised enough with his body and his lips, she would stay to get more. He kissed her breathless, then stepped back, wrapping a towel around her, he pointed to the cabinet. “The blow dryer is in there.” Rushing from the room, he left abruptly.
The game had almost taken him in and he was out of moves that wouldn’t end up with him buried so deep inside her, he may never leave.