Kerry’s apprehension was clear in the way her fingers kept tensing on the length of his belts, and the way she kept biting her lip. He wondered for a moment if she’d meant to tie him at all.
“If I planned to keep you on your back, I’d tie your hands apart, maybe tie your ankles too. I like the idea of seeing you tied spread-eagle in the middle of the bed.” He paused and looked her up and down enjoying the mental image he’d conjured.
When his gaze met her face again, she was once more biting her lower lip. He wanted to pull it loose and tell her no one bites that lip but him. That the only teeth to lay claim to her skin would be his, or else but as badly as he wanted to say that she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet.
“If I wanted to be able to flip you over, to be able to put you on your
