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headboard, pushing a finger between her wrist and the silk to check the tightness, then secured the other. She writhed and examined her body’s responses. Breathing rapid. Pulse racing. Blood warming. Oh, yeah, she liked this. She especially liked the hungry way Jack was looking at her. It made her feel like she was special to him. But she wasn’t, she quickly reminded herself. This was sex. Nothing more.
    He unbuttoned his shirt, then shrugged out of it. It swooshed to the floor, and her fingers curled, wanting to rub her hands over his hard muscles. Why had she agreed to be bound again? A knowing grin touched his mouth as his gaze went to her wiggling fingers.
    “Soon,” he said. “Tonight is all about me touching you.”
    She forced her eyes to his. “Are we going to have sex?”
    His lips curled. “If you consider my mouth, hands, and tongue on your body, touching and tasting you everywhere—and I mean everywhere—sex, then yes, we’re having sex.”
    Her breath escaped in a hiss. His low, sexy words were so full of promise, she couldn’t stop a shudder from moving through her.
    “But I’m not putting my cock in you. That’s not happening tonight.” He slid on the bed and climbed over her body. Strong hands brushed her hair from her face, and his lips moved over her cheeks, nose, eyes, and mouth. Soft, barely touching as they delicately skated over her skin. She lifted slightly, opening her mouth to his, but he shook his head and pushed her back down. His lips caressed hers, a light brush that tickled and aroused her even more. He moved to her chin, her neck, just breathing over her flesh. She wiggled, her body wanting more, but he was hell-bent on taking his time and driving her insane.
    He shifted, and his big fingers toyed with the top button on her blouse. “So pretty.” He popped the button. “Everyone wanted you tonight, sweetheart. But I’m the lucky guy who got to take you home.”
    “I didn’t want to go with anyone but you,” she murmured back, and he froze for a second. Then, his total control back in place, he slid his fingers downward, releasing the buttons one by one. His hot breath left goose bumps on her flesh as his breathing changed, became harsher, more labored as warm lips feathered over her flesh.
    All this near-kissing was damn well killing her.
    Her fingers curled in the silk holding her captive, and she was about to beg when the whisper of cloth shimmering over her skin stole her voice. Warm shivers skittered through her as Jack inched her top open to expose her body. Intense eyes studied her, looking their fill, then he touched her bra. A small tortured sound caught in his throat as he ran his thumb over the silk, ever so gently stroking her hardening nipples.
    “Lift,” he said, and she arched into him. Deft hands slid around her back and in one swift move, he unhooked her bra. She whimpered when he pushed it upward, exposing her breasts. The heat in his eyes licked over her flesh, and with excruciating slowness, he leaned down, running his nose over her skin and breathing her in.
    “Jack,” she murmured, wanting, needing more.
    His tongue snaked out, and heat surged inside her. Oh God, yes. The soft blade of his tongue circled her nub, and she lifted again, but he pushed down on her pelvic bone to still her. He spent a long time licking, tasting—an easy glide of his tongue that burned her from the inside out. Lust ambushed her when he finally closed his mouth around one nipple, sucking deeply, and she writhed with shameless need.
    “You like that?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    He paid homage to her other breast, then kissed a path downward. She reveled in the warm strength of his body pressing down on her as he stopped to linger around her sensitive belly button before reaching the band of her jeans.
    “I’ve been dying to get you out of these all night,” he said. He lifted his head until their eyes met. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you.”
    Her