She had on a silky blue nightshirt edged with lace. It completely covered her on the top but ended right below her hip, showing every delicious inch of her long, lithe legs. And she had a matching beret on her head to cover the baldness—not that she needed to. She usually didn’t bother to cover her head when it was just us at home, but if it made her feel sexier, then I guess whatever worked.
“Hey, gorgeous,” she said, her eyes running down across my chest with open admiration. “You come here often?”
I stopped in front of her and smiled. Those long, silky legs, bent at the knee with her feet up, that beautiful smile and that open look of lust in her eyes as she watched me was enough to get me turned on. Hell, a stiff breeze would probably turn me on these days.
“Hey, beautiful, I’ll come here often—with you.”
She wrinkled her nose at me and laughed. “That was baaaaaad.”
I sat down on the bed beside her and ran a hand over the silky material on her back. “I know.”
She angled her head around and started kissing me on the chest. My heart started to race. I closed my eyes. Her touch burned me and it felt so damn good. She sat up, her face even with mine. “I picked this out myself. Your favorite color.”
Our gazes locked. “Yes, I noticed. Very, very nice.”
She leaned forward and kissed me and I reached out, holding her mouth to mine. Soon my cock was straining against the towel with a painfully aching hard-on. My body was one hundred percent on board with the idea of sex tonight but as I held her to me, I couldn’t help but continue to worry about how this would work. I feared hurting her again like I had in Paris, not even realizing that in my desperation to have her, I was holding her too tight, or crushing her.
In the shower, I’d thought of a solution for tonight but I didn’t know what she’d think of the idea. I pulled back from her and she looked up at me, an expectant smile on her luscious mouth.
“I was thinking of maybe trying something a little different tonight…” I began.
She raised her thin eyebrows. “Oh? Our first sex in almost half a year and you want to do something different?”
I had to do this carefully, so she wouldn’t get self-conscious. “That night in Paris, I hurt you completely unintentionally—”
She put a hand on my cheek. “You need to stop worrying about that.”
“I’m not going to stop worrying about it. You’re lighter than you were. I’m just… I don’t want to get rough with you. I think it might be best—and even fun—if you are on top.”
She laughed. “That sounds great but it’s not like that’s new for us.”
“Well, what’s new is I was thinking you could tie me up.”
She paused. “Say what?”
“You could tie my hands to the headboard.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Why do you want me to do that?”
“You don’t think it might be fun?”
“I’m not saying I don’t think it will be fun, but…”
“Well, if I’m tied up then I won’t get…overenthusiastic.”
She took a deep breath and sighed. “You are really that worried about hurting me?”
“Yes.”
She blinked. “Okay. I’ll tie you up. To be honest, that is more than a little hot. And then sometime soon you can do the same to me.”
“That’s more than a lot hot.” I leered at her. She’d stood up and her legs were so hot in that short nightie. I was already envisioning them wrapped around me as she rode on top of me. Shit, this hard-on was starting to hurt.
She turned back to me. “You have handcuffs or something?”
I shot her a weird look. “No. Use one of my ties. In the closet.”
“You want me to tie you to the bed with a five-hundred-dollar tie?”
“The sacrifice won’t be in vain.”
She laughed and shrugged, disappearing into the closet and coming out with three ties in her hands. I raised my brows. “Just how overenthusiastic do you think I’m going to be?”
“You could be like some sort of sexual Hulk, turn green and break out of your bonds and chase me down.”
“I have a feeling you aren’t going to run far.”
“Nope, probably not.”
She tied a loop into the skinny end of one of the ties and asked for my wrist, which I gave her. She put it into the loop and then pulled my arm back toward the headboard. “So do I tie your wrists together or apart?”