Drawn Together by Lauren Dane

Really.”
    “Thank you.” He tipped her back to the bed and pulled her jeans off. Pausing to look at the tiny red panties she wore.
    “I’m not sure I’d have pegged you for matching lingerie. But I like it. A lot.”
    “I have a slight problem. I love lingerie. So much that it’s one of my favorite things about finally having a regular place to live so I can store it all instead of carrying it around.”
    “Clearly I need to come to your place so I can check it all out.”
    “Maybe. If you’re extra good.”
    He grinned, looking rather like a pirate.
    He crawled up the bed toward her body, nibbling up her thigh until he got her panties off, tossing them behind him. He paused as he held her gaze and a change came over his features.
    “Hold on to the headboard. Don’t let go unless I say.”
    She obeyed as if he’d pressed a button.
    The cool of the wood was real against her palms. An anchor as he nibbled up her belly and then bit the underside of her breast until she hissed. Then he licked over the spot and warmth flowed as he hummed against her skin.
    “Gonna leave a mark.”
    That appealed to her. Knowing she’d be able to see it the next day. A tangible reminder of the time they’d shared.
    “I like knowing it’ll be there. Knowing my mark will be on your skin. Like a secret.”
    He left her breathless with the stuff he said. Good gracious.
    The edge of his teeth found her nipple. First the right and then the left. Over and over until she was writhing. Grabbing the headboard so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d broken it.
    “What shall I do next? Hmm?”
    She’d been about to answer when he sat up.
    “Don’t move.”
    She didn’t as he disappeared into the next room. She heard him rustling around for a few minutes and then returned looking rather triumphant.
    “I’m not sure if that look bodes well for me.”
    “It bodes well for
me
, anyway.”
    He pulled out a blindfold. “I use it while sleeping on long plane rides, but it’ll work just fine for you too.”
    The material was cool against her face as he slid it on. It smelled faintly of lavender and of him.
    Her skin came alive at the loss of her sight. Gooseflesh rose as he drew a fingertip down her collarbone and then over her nipple.
    “On your belly. Hands out to the side.”
    He took one of her wrists and she felt the clasp of a leather cuff as he tightened it on one side and then the other. Then he moved her wrist up and attached it to the poster of the bed somehow. He followed with her ankles.
    Now, she wasn’t a stranger to sex. She’d been tied up for shits and giggles a few times. But
this
was different. This wasn’t a game. He was far too good at it to have been a game.
    Part of it was—a big part of it—how hot it seemed to make him. She heard his breathing change as he moved. The brush of his cock as he worked let her know he was more than a little turned on by what he was doing.
    His hands on her were sure and strong. And though what he was doing was binding her, those hands did not harm or misuse. This was out of her normal repertoire, but she knew that she liked it and wanted more. And that was enough.
    “You’re so beautiful this way. Your back, your gorgeous ass and those long legs. Goddamn.”
    She couldn’t quite put her words together so she didn’t say anything, though she managed a grunt of assent.
    She wanted to know what he was going to do next. Wanted to experience it.

    He’d never seen anything better in his bed. Ever.
    Her dark hair a river over her shoulders and her back. Her muscles corded with her arms up, bound to the bed with the cuffs he’d actually never used before today. Though he’d taken them out and thought about using them more than a few times. He’d never been alone in the house with a woman he’d trusted enough to use them with.
    Charlotte had barely tolerated his taste for rough sex. But she’d never submitted this beautifully. There had been others since the