Page 47 of Destroyed With You

He smiled, then flicked the band of the panties. “Take them off.”

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she did as he ordered, then slid back on him, her hips undulating as she rubbed herself against the material of his slacks. “You?”

He shook his head. “No.”

He could see that she expected him to say more, but right now, this was what he wanted. His wife, naked on his lap, his only mission to make her more and more desperate.

He cupped her bottom as she shifted, no longer straddling his leg, but his hips. His cock. He was so damn hard, and the motion of her body was making him harder, driving him a little insane. And not just her touch, but the fact that she so obviously wanted him. The years hadn’t diminished the heat between them. If anything, it seemed more intense, a knife-edge added to it, giving this night a hint of danger along with the passion.

“I should spank your ass for leaving me,” he said, not even sure where the words had come from. That had never been a thing with them.

“You probably should,” she agreed, and he almost moaned aloud in pleased surprise. “For that matter, you should probably tie me to the bed again.”

He leaned back to find her looking at him. Her eyes were on his, heavy-lidded with lust. But she was biting her lower lip, a sign he recognized from the past. Something she wanted in bed, but had been hesitant to tell him.

Interesting.

“Close your eyes,” he said, and when she did, he smacked her on the rear. She gasped, but her eyes stayed closed—and she grinded against him even harder.

He slipped his hand between their bodies and thrust a single finger inside her, finding her even more wet and slippery. Oh, dear God, she was going to break him.

“I like this,” he said. “Watching you. Seeing you like this. Your skin flushed and your lips swollen. So desperate you’re willing to get yourself off while I watch.”

“Willing?” Her brow rose. “That’s part of what makes it so hot.”

He grinned. “I can’t argue with that.” She was more bold now than she’d been in Hades. He probably wouldn’t like the reasons if he thought about it too much, but he couldn’t deny that he liked the results. Their lovemaking before had been on the sweet end of the spectrum. Wonderful, but tame.

This was raw and rough, and he craved it. Needed it. And the idea that she would agree—hell, had suggested—to be bound … well, he couldn’t deny that he wanted that, too.

“Come on,” he said, easing her off of him, then leading her to the bed. “Lie down.”

She did, and he glanced around the room, finding the hotel robe tossed over a nearby chair. He pulled the sash free, then walked to where she was stretched out on the bed, her arms already above her head. There was no headboard, but he had her move so that her head was at the corner, her body diagonal across the king-size bed. He used a slipknot to bind her wrists, then tied the other end to the frame.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “And keep them closed.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, with enough of a smirk that he knew they were both going to enjoy the game.

He peeled off his clothes, then sat beside her, wanting first to simply look at her. Once, he’d been so familiar with her body. Even now, he recognized the little things. The scar from an appendectomy. The birthmark on her pussy, visible only because she shaved. The curve of her neck. The tiny mole on her left breast.

He looked, then he used his finger to trace from point to point, making a game out of seeing if he could make her arch up or bite her lip as he worked his way down her body. It wasn’t hard. She was so damn responsive.

“Tell me,” he said, pulling his hands away and moving back so that his hip wasn’t brushing her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me. Please. Don’t stop. Touch me, and then make love to me. Make me explode.”

It was a demand too tempting to resist, and he circled the bed until he could take her ankles, then tug her legs apart. If he’d had more ties, he would have bound her that way, too, but all he could do was demand that she promised to keep her legs wide.

She nodded, and then bit her lip as he stroked his fingertip along the soft skin between her thigh and her sex. He let his gaze roam slowly over her. Her smooth skin. Her beautiful face. Her pussy, wet and ready for him. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Untie me. I changed my mind. I want to touch you.”

He grinned. “No.”

She opened her eyes and he pointed at her. “No,” he repeated. “You know the rules.”