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  Of course. He’d heard her take off her clothes.

  This was hot.

  Her hand swept down then, her fingers easing under his belt. She made a little purr of pleasure that set him on fire. She moved quickly to straddle him and Spencer smelled her arousal before he felt her wetness touch his skin. He felt her feet beneath his shoulders and knew she had her back to him.

  He growled and squirmed a little then, knowing that she was sitting on his chest nude and that he couldn’t see what had to be a great view.

  But she unfastened his belt with deft fingers. She eased his erection free, then pushed down his jeans and briefs, easing them over his hips and down his thighs. When her mouth closed over him, Spencer groaned with pleasure. Her lips were locked around him. Her tongue was driving him crazy. The smell of her arousal was almost enough to take him over the edge. She worked him slowly, drawing it out and making him simmer for release.

  Who was she and what had he done to deserve such a welcome home?

  Spencer was starting to think he should leave his truck with Gabriel every time he went away.

  His hips were bucking when she straightened and he moaned as her lips released him.

  “Not yet,” she whispered and he couldn’t recognize her voice.

  “Let me see you,” he begged and she only laughed again.

  She left the bed and he was afraid she’d abandon him like that, hard as a rock and desperate for release. She removed his jeans, though, so that he was left nude. He heard the crinkle of a package and then she was back, her hands on his erection as she eased the condom over it. She took her time smoothing it on, teasing him with the promise of satisfaction. Spencer couldn’t decide whether he wanted her to keep touching him or to take him right away. Her caress felt so good.

  He’d definitely underestimated blindfolds.

  She left and he groaned in complaint, only to hear that chuckle again.

  He heard liquid pouring and was sure he could feel her looking at him. Then she was back, her weight making the mattress dip, her hands sliding over him again. He was glad to feel her nestling up beside him, her lips on his nipple, his throat, and then finally on his mouth. She tasted like wine, and her hands framed his face as their kiss turned passionate. Spencer turned toward her, wanting to pleasure her as well as be pleasured, and she caught her breath. He found his nose against her throat, his nostrils filled with the scent of her flesh.

  It was a nuzzle just like a nuzzle he’d given only a few hours before.

  And he knew this woman’s scent.

  Olivia.

  Spencer thought of the feel of her hands, the curve of her breast, the touch of her hair, the smell of her against him, and his desire increased exponentially. Olivia! He had no idea why she’d done this.

  And he didn’t care.

  He was going to make the most of the opportunity and ensure that she came back for more. Olivia reached up, sliding her hands up his arms in that endless caress. When her hands slid across his own, Spencer seized his moment.

  He rolled suddenly to his stomach, trapping her partly beneath him, his thigh between her legs. At the same moment, he grasped her wrists, holding them captive in his own. He was bound, but she was caught. He braced his weight on his elbows, leaning on her just enough to keep her where he wanted her to be. She gasped and wriggled a little bit to find herself caught, which did just about nothing to reduce Spencer’s desire. She was nude, her soft skin pressed against him from shoulder to hip and in a great many other places, too. Her hair was loose, and he wanted to see her more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.

  “Time to change the rules,” he murmured against her throat, then kissed her before she could argue.

  Her lips parted beneath his, as if she would say something, but Spencer slanted his mouth over hers and deepened his kiss. She shivered, just a little, then opened her mouth to him, inviting him to take the only thing he’d ever wanted.

  Olivia.

  The man’s kiss should come with a warning label.

  Even tied down and blindfolded, Spencer was hardly at a disadvantage. He held Liv’s wrists firmly, keeping her arms stretched above her head, and feasted on her mouth as if he was the one in charge. He was angled over her, his chest against hers, and Liv rubbed herself against him as he kissed her thoroughly. She liked the feel of his chest hair against her nipples, and the strength of his thigh between hers. His leg moved a little so that his erection was against her pubis and Liv writhed, wanting him to claim her completely. His kiss was hot and hungry, so passionate that Liv could have ordered it up on spec. She lifted her hips against him and felt him smile.

  Then he eased between her thighs, sliding his erection through the wet folds of her labia. Liv caught her breath, wanting him inside her and tried to move so that she took him inside her.

  Spencer pulled back and broke their kiss. He bent over her, whispering in her ear. “You like to tease, so I’m going to tease you back.”

  “No,” she whispered, unsure how she could stand to wait for him.

  “I want to eat you,” he said and her eyes flew open.

  “No,” she said quickly.

  “You don’t like it?” He was kissing her throat and teasing her earlobe, setting her blood on fire.

  “No,” she admitted, trying to remember to disguise her voice.

  “I like it,” he growled. “I’ll make sure you like it.”

  She shook her head and tried to pull her hands away.

  “Then let me touch you,” he whispered, before he kissed her slowly once again. He was taking control of their lovemaking in a way that Liv hadn’t planned, but she had a hard time objecting to it.

  He felt so good.

  She shook her head again. “You’re my captive,” she said when he broke his kiss.

  “I can tell,” he said, his tone teasing. He pulled her up a bit and bent to take her nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, and pulled it between his teeth, biting it gently so that she squirmed. His leg was over her thighs, holding her captive, as he turned his attention to the other nipple. His day’s growth of beard prickled a little, but it felt good. Liv watched him, admiring how gentle he was and loving his attention to detail. She arched her back and closed her eyes, surrendering to sensation.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered, when he returned to kiss her again.

  Liv nodded. “Ready,” she replied softly.

  “Not quite,” he argued, then put his lips against her ear. “I want you to come first,” he said. “If I can’t eat you or touch you, then you’ll have to touch yourself.”

  Liv froze. Could she do that in front of him?

  Not a chance.

  But then, he wouldn’t be able to see her do it.

  Spencer rolled over her, bracing his weight over her more deliberately. All she could see was his broad shoulders and all she could feel was his chest holding her down. It was just about the most perfect place to be, except for one detail. She parted her legs and wrapped her thighs around his waist, trying to tempt him inside her. Spencer shivered, then kissed her again, a hard open-mouth kiss that left them both gasping. His erection was close but not close enough.

  “You first,” he growled and released one of her wrists.

  It was her left one, fortunately, as Liv was left-handed.

  She thought about it for a minute, then slipped her hand beneath them both. Spencer moved to give her access, then nuzzled her ear. “Are you wet?”

  Liv nodded. “Yes.”

  “Slide your fingers over yourself and give me a taste.” His voice was rough and that thrilled her.

  Her gaze flicked to him, but he was serious, his lips in a line that was almost hard. She touched herself, shivering a little at the weight of her own hand, then brought her fingers to his mouth. He licked one fingertip, then slowly drew her finger into his mouth, sucking and licking it with a thoroughness that fascinated her. He did the same to the second one, sucking it thoroughly, then made a growl in his thro
at.

  “Delicious,” he whispered. “Feed me more.”

  She did it again, unable to ignore his enthusiasm. The scent of herself was surprisingly arousing, especially when she felt the effect of the scent upon Spencer. He was taut, a new tension in his body, and his erection seemed to have grown thicker and harder.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded when he released her fingertips the second time. He bent to kiss her, then trailed kisses to her ear. His whisper made her shiver. “Tell me about your clitoris,” he invited. “Is it hard?”

  Liv swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

  “Touch it.”

  She did, jumping a little at the weight of her own fingertip.

  “If I touched you, I would draw a circle around it,” Spencer murmured in her ear. “With my tongue or my fingertip. Do it.”

  Liv did as she was instructed and felt her mouth open as her excitement increased.

  “And then I’d drag my fingertip across it, left to right, right to left, left to right.”

  Liv anticipated his command and did that, three times, each brush making her skin heat a little more.

  “Then harder,” Spencer growled. “Press on it.”

  Liv caught her breath as she followed his command. She squirmed a little beneath him and he chuckled.

  “Lighter now. Tease it a bit. Around and around.”

  Liv’s heart was racing.

  “Now a little surprise. Press your fingernail against it.”

  She did and gasped, arching her back and tightening her legs around him.

  “Give me a taste,” Spencer demanded.

  Liv’s hand was shaking as she did what he instructed. He practically devoured her fingers, licking off every drop.

  “Delicious,” he purred. “You’re ready for me.”

  “Oh yes.”

  “But you have to come first. Those are the rules.”

  Liv wasn’t in a frame of mind to argue about who was making the rules. She wanted Spencer inside her as soon as possible.

  “If I was eating you, I’d catch your clitoris between my teeth and suck on it.”

  Liv gasped, unable to imagine how that would feel. “I can’t do that.”

  “You’ll have to improvise. Tease it first, then catch it between finger and thumb.”

  Liv moaned at her own caress.

  “Now pinch it, hard,” Spencer commanded. Liv followed his instruction and the orgasm ripped through her with amazing power. She’d never come so big when she’d touched herself before, but she shouted and shook with her release. Spencer released her other hand and she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.

  “Good,” he murmured, holding her until her pulse slowed a bit. “Very good.” She opened her mouth when she felt his erection slide against her labia, then arched her back when he eased inside her.

  This time he trembled, but he moved into her slowly and steadily. He kissed her temple. “Okay?” His voice was husky.

  She nodded. “I want all of you,” she whispered and he made a sound of satisfaction. He moved back, then drove deeper, filling her and stretching her in a way that made her sigh with pleasure.

  “I like your nails on my back,” he whispered to her as he began to move. “I like the idea of you putting your mark on me.”

  Liv grabbed his shoulders, flexing her fingers so that her nails dug into his skin. He moved faster, bracing himself a little higher on his elbows. She felt surrounded by him and filled by him, possessed and claimed. She felt her heart beat more quickly again and felt a flush of desire rise once again.

  “Touch yourself again,” he said, his voice hard with command. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.”

  Liv slid her hand between them and caught her clitoris between her two fingers. She pressed it and caressed it, sending a surge through her body at her own touch.

  Spencer chuckled and she felt him get harder. He moved faster and deeper, claiming her as she’d never been claimed before. “Tonight, you’re mine,” he said and Liv thrilled at his words. She nodded and gripped his back, feeling the heat of his skin. “Pinch it again,” he commanded. “Prove that you’re mine.”

  Liv did exactly that. She pinched hard and a second wave of pleasure convulsed her with its strength. She cried out again, her legs locking around Spencer as he drove deep inside her. She dug her nails into his back as he buried his face in her throat and roared with his release.

  Then he sank into her embrace, his breath quick and his skin slick with perspiration. He kissed her roughly, possessively, marvelously, then leaned his forehead on her shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmured and Liv almost laughed. It would be impossible to do that when he was pinning her down with his weight, but she didn’t want to leave. She ran her fingers through his hair and heard his breathing slow.

  The moon had some fierce magic to share.

  Her fantasy had come true, against her every expectation.

  And there was just about no reason why it couldn’t come true again.

  She stayed still, enjoying the sound of Spencer dozing, content in a strange and wonderful way. The snow was falling more thickly outside the window, but Liv didn’t care. She was right where she wanted to be.

  Spencer awakened to the sound of water running.

  He tried to open his eyes, but couldn’t. That was when he remembered the blindfold.

  He tried to move his hands, but couldn’t. He remembered the shackles.

  He remembered Olivia, too, and how she’d responded to him changing the rules.

  Well, he was about to change them a little bit more.

  She was in the bathroom from the sound of the water, and he guessed that he didn’t have much time. He pulled himself toward his hands and managed to unfasten the blindfold. He shook it off, then rolled over, taking his teeth to the buckle on one wrist restraint. Once he had one wrist free, it was easy to unfasten the other. He shook off his T-shirt, which had been bunched around his wrists, and strode to the bathroom, the blindfold dangling from one finger.

  Olivia was in front of the sink, gloriously nude with her hair loose. He could have just stared at her forever, but that would have to wait. She was washing herself with a face cloth, but Spencer stepped into the bathroom behind her and liked the way she started in surprise.

  He plucked the cloth out of her hand, then bent to give her a kiss. “Come on. The shower’s more fun.” He reached past her to turn on the water in the shower stall, well aware that she was staring at him in shock.

  “But...”

  “You didn’t think I was just going to stay there, did you?”

  Olivia frowned as she considered him. Her eyes lit with understanding. “You let go of my left hand.”

  Spencer grinned, knowing exactly where she was going with that. “Coincidence?”

  “You knew!”

  “I knew.” He offered his hand to her. “The water’s hot, but it won’t be for long. I don’t have a big water tank here.”

  “You could have gotten away but you didn’t?”

  “I wanted to know what you had planned.”

  “That’s sneaky!”

  “This from the woman who tied me down and pretended to be someone else.” Spencer arched a brow and Olivia laughed. She was obviously outraged, which made her look both cute and sexy as hell.

  “Well, I didn’t want you to know...”

  “And now I do.” He snapped the blindfold around her head and secured it, stealing a kiss when her lips parted in protest. “My turn,” he whispered into her ear and she lowered her hands. “You’re the one who said that blindfolds were fun.”

  “But it wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Olivia whispered.

  “And it is. I changed the plan. You can tell me the original one later.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.”

  She was mortified, which was interesting. He’d never seen her so agitated.

  “Weren’t you going to tell me it was you?”

  “O
f course not!”

  Spencer frowned. “Then what exactly was the plan?”

  Olivia bit her lip, then cleared her throat. “You know, that. What we did. Maybe more of that.”

  “And then?”

  “And then after an hour, Lexi was going to bring Mindy back and pick me up.”

  Spencer stared at her. “An hour? That’s all?”

  “Well, they said two or three hours before they left.” She sighed. “You’re not the only one changing the plan.”

  “And you’re just going to leave?”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry. I thought you would like it.”

  “I did like it. That’s why I wouldn’t want you to just drive away.”

  Her mouth worked in silence and Spencer couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her again. She looked so vulnerable. So unlike her usual composed self.

  And he had liked it. A lot.

  The way he figured it, he had a little over two hours to convince her to give him more of a chance than this.

  “Let’s go with what’s working for the moment,” he whispered, then caught her lips with his. She leaned against him, as if grateful not to have to make any more confessions, and he felt his excitement rise again. They could talk later. He backed her into the shower, deepening his kiss, liking how she rose to her toes to respond. The hot water streamed over them, filling the bathroom with steam. It took her less than five seconds to melt against his chest, which suited Spencer just fine.

  Things were off to an excellent start.

  Olivia’s enthusiasm took his breath away, but he knew the hot water tank would soon run dry.

  “Hot water’s wasting and I still owe you a cocoa,” he whispered when he lifted his head. Olivia smiled, then reached out and licked his nipple. Her aim was off a bit, but he liked how playful she was. He lathered up with body wash and soaped her down, paying particular attention to her nipples. He held her against the tiled wall, cupping her breasts in his hands, then pinched her nipples. Olivia squirmed as he rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, then gasped.