Page 78 of Ruthless Protector

She said it lightly, but I could tell the idea of me with another woman didn’t sit well with her, and I was a bastard because I was pleased as hell about it, about any emotional response from this woman, that might mean she cared, no matter how small.

I shook my head. “Never.”

What I was asking took a lot of trust. Shit, it took total trust, not something that came easy to Willa. The idea of seeing her in nothing but handcuffs was hot, and it took the control she craved from me one step farther, but I realized it was also a kind of test. I wanted that level of trust from her in a bad way. I’d been patient with her, waiting and hoping she’d give me more of her, so much more.

I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

And released it when she nodded slowly, then lifted her hands, pressed together, wrist up, holding them out for me.

“Cuff me, officer,” she said.

Did she have any idea what she’d just done? Any idea what this meant?

How much it meant to me?

I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the tank she liked to sleep in, wrapping it around her wrists. The fabric would protect her skin if she tugged on the cuffs. I clicked the first one in place, not making it too tight then, keeping her wrists together, lifted her hands over her head, threaded the second cuff through the wrought iron headboard, and secured it around her other wrist.

I ran my hands down her slender arms. “All right?”

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Yes.”

I let my gaze move over her naked body, loving the way she squirmed, the way her nipples tightened, how her thighs squeezed together. I gently cupped her jaw and kissed her sweet mouth, over her chin, her throat, working my way down. I sucked on the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. A spot where she was extra sensitive, and I loved the way she moaned softly when I took my time there.

I worked her tits over again, grinning when I heard the clink of metal on metal, the curse that followed. She tried to arch up, silently asking me to suck harder.

“More,” I muttered against her skin.

“Yes, more…please.”

I trailed my hand down between her legs again. “You want me down here, beautiful?”

Her legs spread for me instantly. “God, yes.”

I wanted it too, in a bad fucking way. Settling between her thighs, I sucked and licked her inner thighs, her scent filling my head, making my mouth water. Nothing, no one, tasted as good as Willa. I’d eat her morning, noon, and night if I could.

“Love this perfect little pussy,” I said. “Can’t get enough of it. If I’m not touching, feasting, or fucking it, I’m thinking about it, what I want to do when I have you under me again. How many ways I can make you scream my name.” I dipped my head and sucked her clit between my lips softly; not enough to make her come, which wouldn’t be hard after already getting her off twice, but enough to make her desperate for more. Make her beg for it.

“You think about me, beautiful? When I’m not in your bed?” I shouldn’t have asked. I was pushing for something from her I wasn’t sure she was willing to give, trust or not, but yeah, I wanted her to want me, need me, as much as I did her.

I spread her with my fingers and traced the inner lips of her pussy, then leaned in and lapped at her opening, again only enough to tease.

She was panting hard, and I noticed, still hadn’t answered my question.

I sucked her clit back into my mouth again, harder this time, but not hard enough. “Answer me.”

I kept my eyes on her, as she thrashed. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I think about you.”

Another suck and lick of her slick clit, but softer this time. “Yeah?”

Her thighs started to shake, her belly quivering. “Yes,” she said louder. “I think about you all the time. I think about you when…when I’m…” She bit her lip, cutting herself off. “Ahhh, a lot.”

She was keeping things from me, things I didn’t have a right to demand from her, but this, this was about me, and I wasn’t going to let it go.

“That wasn’t what you were going to say, was it, Willa?” I lapped at her opening again, keeping her spread wide for my mouth, my tongue. “When, Willa? Tell me.”

She shook her head, hair wild on the pillow. “Please, Jude.”

“I’ll let you come when you tell me what I want to know.” I circled her clit, not giving her what she needed, watching her while I did it. She was flushed, tits shaking with each panted breath, as close to the edge as you could be. Spectacular.