off?” He’d never be able to have her hands on him and not make love to her. “I know how to use one on myself.” When he reached for the cloth she moved it out of reach. “That’s not what I asked.” If she wanted to play her game, that was okay by him. He wouldn’t let her nearness affect him. The hard-on he had needed to disappear and quick. “Turn around,” she demanded. If she started on his back, it would give him time to think of every mundane chore, and his cock would deflate. He offered his back and pictured mucking the stalls, reading bills, doing taxes, and thinking of all the names the kids in school used to call him when he first came to live with Blake. Nothing worked. Every trick he used to lose his erection was countered by her dragging the towel down his back and over his ass. She patted his butt then threaded the towel between his legs. He hoped he’d swallowed his moan. Did she have any idea what she did to him? After she thoroughly dried both legs, she tapped his leg for him to turn around. Heat actually raced up his face when he faced her. His erect cock was at her mouth level. He warred with himself. He’d give up the piano if she’d suck on him one time. Yet if she did, he’d have to have her and that would only lead to heartbreak. Hers . Randy was used to people leaving him. Because he understood abandonment, he never wanted April to feel that way about him. Bottom line, he needed to stay the hell away from her before he did some damage. God only knew if he made love to her, he’d want her forever. All reason and logic evaporated the moment her lips touched his cock. He hadn’t had a woman in a long time, but that was not why her touch reached into his soul. She understood him probably better than he understood himself. She cupped his sac, and he thought he’d burst apart right there. Each lick of her delicate tongue tightened his already-solid balls. He stepped out of her grasp and pulled her up by the shoulders. Without saying a word, he bent down and picked her up. She weighed next to nothing. “Randy?” Words wouldn’t form. His mouth became too dry. All he could think of was sinking his cock into her sweet pussy. But first, he wanted to tease her like she’d been tormenting his dreams since the first time he’d seen her. His gaze never left her face. He loved the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose and how those lips formed a bow. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with what he guessed was delight and anticipation. He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing. What sane man turned down someone as provocative as April Callen? April wanted this. Blake wanted this. He sure as hell needed this. Careful that she didn’t bang into anything, he walked her to his bedroom. April needed discipline. That much was clear. Would she like his style of punishment? He placed her on the unmade bed and strode over to the dresser where he had to sift through his underwear drawer to find what he’d been looking for. Velvet handcuffs . He plucked them from the drawer and dangled them from one finger. If he detected even an ounce of fear, he’d put them away. April’s chin lifted as if she dared him to tie her down. God, but he wanted her. She was worming her way into his soul more and more each minute. Never taking his gaze off her face, he dropped the cuffs on the bed and straddled her. “You sure about this?” He never did anything a woman didn’t want first. “Yes.” She couldn’t be any clearer. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He glanced to her hands to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t move a muscle. After he removed her boots and socks, he slipped her jeans and panties over her hips. At the sight of her bare pussy, pre-cum dripped out of the tip of his cock. Looking at her perfectly formed body sent his heart into overdrive. He wanted to pack her pussy more than anything he’d ever wanted. He expected her to chatter and