“But doesn’t she have a key?”
Luke groaned in frustration. “Chain’s on. Ignore it. Please, babe.”
But the insistent knocking wasn't letting up. I worked one hand under his shoulder and pushed upward. It was like trying to move a boulder. “She can unlock the deadbolt and look in, can’t she? And claim she was worried about my health or something.”
“Shit,” Luke said, but I got the impression his frustration was more with me for stopping rather than the thought of Barbara catching us.
I pushed again, and he rolled to the side. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want your creepy manager seeing me naked.”
He slumped in defeat. “Don’t see how that’s a problem. You look great naked.”
I laughed at the sullen tone at which he’d delivered this compliment. “Okay, then, I don’t want her seeing you naked.”
I hopped off the bed and threw on my robe. I looked out the peephole and saw Barbara in full barracuda mode. Jeesh, she did have her keys out. I called through the door. “Yes?”
She froze, and then said she had some over-the-counter medicine for me. I politely declined, reiterating that I wanted to be left alone. She looked irritated that I didn’t open the door, but she probably knew she couldn’t insist.
I waited until she left, and then I backed away from the door. Strong arms grabbed me from behind, and I swallowed a shriek. The TV was still on, but I knew that another guest calling to complain about noise would mean the game was up.
Luke lifted me off the ground which couldn’t have been easy while I was struggling in his grasp. Damn, he was strong. He carried me past the kitchenette. He growled in my ear. “What do I have to do to keep you in bed—tie you to it?”
I froze as that erotic idea took hold and whipped my hormones into a frenzy. He laughed, clearly amused at my reaction. “Never would have figured you for that type.” He set me down on the floor by the bed, spun me, and somehow removed my robe in the process.
He lowered me onto the bed on my back, hovering over me, and spoke again. “ I’m that type, though.” His voice was soft and rumbly and did delicious things to nerve endings all over my body. “Wanna give it a try?” It was then I noticed that he was still holding the belt from my robe.
I stared at the slinky maroon belt, feeling torn. I did want to try … or at least part of me did. It was something I’d only explored in my deepest, most private fantasies. But I was already lying on the bed, naked, fully exposed to a handsome man. That was embarrassing in its own right, so I definitely didn’t feel brave enough to admit to wanting to try being tied up.
Luke seemed to sense my hesitation, my conflicting desires. He sat down next to me, and didn’t comment when I shifted onto my side, making me feel a little less exposed. He ran his hand down my side, to my hip, and back up again.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know.”
His hand kept stroking me, and a small whimper escaped my lips.
“Here’s the thing, though,” he said. “I think you do want this.”
I didn’t say anything, continuing to all but purr under his petting.
“Darcy?”
“It’s just … it’s our first time.”
He grinned at that. “And first times should be boring and by-the-book, right?”
“No. I just mean—” but I wasn’t sure I could articulate what I meant.
“What if I told you that I didn’t know how to have boring sex?”
He was easier to deal with when he was being arrogant instead of quietly intense. “Yeah, right. If I could just get the number of the first girl you slept with in high school, I’d like to confirm that.”
He laughed. “Hey, that was the most exciting forty-five seconds of her life.” His fingers inched down my body and teased the underside of one of my breasts, weighing it in his hand. “Trust me when I say I’ve had no
Luke groaned in frustration. “Chain’s on. Ignore it. Please, babe.”
But the insistent knocking wasn't letting up. I worked one hand under his shoulder and pushed upward. It was like trying to move a boulder. “She can unlock the deadbolt and look in, can’t she? And claim she was worried about my health or something.”
“Shit,” Luke said, but I got the impression his frustration was more with me for stopping rather than the thought of Barbara catching us.
I pushed again, and he rolled to the side. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want your creepy manager seeing me naked.”
He slumped in defeat. “Don’t see how that’s a problem. You look great naked.”
I laughed at the sullen tone at which he’d delivered this compliment. “Okay, then, I don’t want her seeing you naked.”
I hopped off the bed and threw on my robe. I looked out the peephole and saw Barbara in full barracuda mode. Jeesh, she did have her keys out. I called through the door. “Yes?”
She froze, and then said she had some over-the-counter medicine for me. I politely declined, reiterating that I wanted to be left alone. She looked irritated that I didn’t open the door, but she probably knew she couldn’t insist.
I waited until she left, and then I backed away from the door. Strong arms grabbed me from behind, and I swallowed a shriek. The TV was still on, but I knew that another guest calling to complain about noise would mean the game was up.
Luke lifted me off the ground which couldn’t have been easy while I was struggling in his grasp. Damn, he was strong. He carried me past the kitchenette. He growled in my ear. “What do I have to do to keep you in bed—tie you to it?”
I froze as that erotic idea took hold and whipped my hormones into a frenzy. He laughed, clearly amused at my reaction. “Never would have figured you for that type.” He set me down on the floor by the bed, spun me, and somehow removed my robe in the process.
He lowered me onto the bed on my back, hovering over me, and spoke again. “ I’m that type, though.” His voice was soft and rumbly and did delicious things to nerve endings all over my body. “Wanna give it a try?” It was then I noticed that he was still holding the belt from my robe.
I stared at the slinky maroon belt, feeling torn. I did want to try … or at least part of me did. It was something I’d only explored in my deepest, most private fantasies. But I was already lying on the bed, naked, fully exposed to a handsome man. That was embarrassing in its own right, so I definitely didn’t feel brave enough to admit to wanting to try being tied up.
Luke seemed to sense my hesitation, my conflicting desires. He sat down next to me, and didn’t comment when I shifted onto my side, making me feel a little less exposed. He ran his hand down my side, to my hip, and back up again.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know.”
His hand kept stroking me, and a small whimper escaped my lips.
“Here’s the thing, though,” he said. “I think you do want this.”
I didn’t say anything, continuing to all but purr under his petting.
“Darcy?”
“It’s just … it’s our first time.”
He grinned at that. “And first times should be boring and by-the-book, right?”
“No. I just mean—” but I wasn’t sure I could articulate what I meant.
“What if I told you that I didn’t know how to have boring sex?”
He was easier to deal with when he was being arrogant instead of quietly intense. “Yeah, right. If I could just get the number of the first girl you slept with in high school, I’d like to confirm that.”
He laughed. “Hey, that was the most exciting forty-five seconds of her life.” His fingers inched down my body and teased the underside of one of my breasts, weighing it in his hand. “Trust me when I say I’ve had no
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