Page 105 of Top Shelf

“Hands above your head, Karlsson.”

His mouth twitches, but he follows the instruction. “You look pleased with yourself.”

“I am.” I settle over his hips, looping the rope through the slats. “You’ve spent weeks showing me how patient you can be. Tonight, you get to find out how patient I’m not.”

I cuff the rope around his wrist, then the other, soft enough not to bite but firm enough to make him test it with a slow pull. Then I lean over him, bare breasts brushing his chest as I tighten the final knot.

“Good?” I ask.

“Yes, very.” His eyes trail up to mine. “Kiss me.”

The groan he gives me when I lick into him makes my whole body clench. It’s immediately messy, and his hands pull against the rope as my tongue strokes his. I slide my hands down his chest, his hips lifting beneath me as I trace the map of ink and muscle beneath my palms, then I pull back before either of us forgets the game.

He looks up at me, wrists twisting above his head. “Jeans off.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in a position to give orders.”

“No,” he husks. “But you like when I do it anyway.”

Unfortunately, I do. I climb off him and take my time with the jeans, undoing the button slowly enough to make his jaw pulse. His follows every inch as the denim slides down my hips and thighs. My thong follows, and by the time I’m naked, his hands are flexing against the rope above him.

“I could get out,” he says.

“I know.” I bite my lip, letting my fingertips trail over my nipples. “But you won’t because I’m enjoying myself too much.”

“You should come here and enjoy yourself closer.”

A laugh spills from me. “Closer where?”

His gaze drops to my pussy, then returns to mine. “My mouth.”

God.

“No,” I say, because I still have a plan.

He pulls once against the rope. “Heidi.”

“You agreed to watch.”

“I made this agreement before you took your jeans off.”

“Poor contract review on your part.”

I pick up the vibrator and crawl onto the bed, bracketing his knees, and his entire body goes taut.

“Closer,” he orders.

“I’m on the bed.”

“No, come closer. On top of me.”

I move up to his thighs, and his gaze burns over me.

“More. Closer.”

The rumble in his voice makes my pulse thunder. I shift higher, until I’m straddling his stomach. He looks at me there, bare and wet and open on top of him with the toy in my hand, and his responding groan is barely human.

“No, Heidi.” His eyes drag down my body, then nod to his chest. “I want you right in front of my face.”