Bound and Determined (17 page)

“Why are you standing in the shower with me? I mean, okay, you’re not my brother. So what are you? My own personal Peeping Tom?”

“Yeah. Peeping, touching, stroking, fucking. But if you’re upset about something, spill it. Don’t make me guess. I can’t read your mind and I won’t try.”

Kerry hesitated, then sighed. “I don’t mean to be witchy. The last few days have just been a lot, you know? Sex was heavier than I thought. I just wanted a minute alone.”

Suddenly, guilt gnawed at him. She’d had a big day already and it wasn’t even nine.

“Sorry. Look.” He turned her to face him, fascinated by the haphazard upsweep of her sunny curls, the little drops of water running down her fair skin . . . the vulnerable expression
he’d never seen her wear. That made him want to hold her—something he usually saw as a big waste of time. “We’ve got a lot of hours ahead of us to enjoy. Let’s not worry about anything else now, all right? Later will take care of itself.”

With a gentle touch to his shoulder, she nodded. “You’re right. Sorry if I growled.”

“No sweat. Let me find the soap and do my thing. Then I’ll leave you alone for a while.”

“It’s okay. Stay,” Kerry whispered, stepping closer, nearly into his arms.

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

Rafe closed the distance between them and looked at her. Just looked, wishing he could read her mind. Did she really want time alone for space, or was she already putting distance between them? That thought bothered him. After all, one time together relieved her of her virginity. Maybe that was all she wanted, or she hoped that put an end to their bargain.

Not even close.

Kerry met his glance with a question in her soft green eyes. Rafe lifted a hand to her cheek. He couldn’t stop himself. Not touching her was impossible at that moment. And it wasn’t just about getting inside her, though God knew he loved that idea, too. For now, he just wanted her near. Wanted to kiss her.

With a dip of his head, he took gentle possession of her sweet lips. She yielded, opened, feeling so damn good. She moaned softly into his mouth. Something warm and honeyed spread inside him as he leaned against her. From chest to thigh, they touched. He pressed her against the water-warmed tile and kissed her as if tomorrow didn’t exist. In a way, he wished it didn’t.

A sudden mechanical
whoosh
startled them both. Shit, was someone here?

On alert and in battle mode, Rafe clapped his hand over Kerry’s gasp and gazed around the small shower, looking for the source of the noise. It was more than water spraying. More than the drain taking water away. Too close to be a door opening in the rest of the cottage.

He looked around the small black cubicle and found the source of the sound.

At the far end of the shower, a panel in the wall had retracted, revealing a hidden eighteen-by-eighteen compartment all decked out in matching black marble tile—and filled with items that alternately had him holding in both laughter and drool.

With a crooked smile, he glanced between the treasure trove and his still-sweet Kerry. “Oh, babe. This party’s about to get a lot more interesting.”

I
nteresting?
Mischief lit Rafe’s gaze as he reached around Kerry, blocking her view of the open compartment. When he wore an expression like that, she trusted a used car salesman more. “Define interesting.”

“I’d rather show you.”

His crooked smile made her heart pick up speed. She noticed a telltale moistening of parts south. Lord, what this man did to her. And she’d locked him out of her shower. What
had
she been thinking?

Of the future, of going on without him. Of the hour close at hand when she’d no longer have Rafe’s touch, see his smile. Surprisingly, she found these very unhappy thoughts.

She wasn’t in love with him or anything. Maybe having sex with the incarnation of all her fantasies had fried her brain worse than an overdone egg on the breakfast platter she served at the diner.

Ya think?
the little voice in her head mocked. She told it to shut up.

Seriously, being with him felt a lot like she imagined a relationship should be. They laughed together, teased each other, argued passionately, had amazing sex before they
started all over. Somehow she doubted she could ever get bored. And while he challenged her, she never felt unsafe, as if he might hurt her or push too far. She’d never clicked with any guy on so many levels. For sure, she’d miss the connection.

But Rafe was right—worrying about that now was pointless.

“You’re all about showing me, aren’t you?” She smiled.

“Every chance I get, babe.” He looked back at her with a wink. “And if you don’t give me chances, I’ll make them.”

With that, he grabbed something into his sizable hand. “Now, this is what I call soap.”

He opened his fist to reveal a pale, palm-sized soap shaped like a lush breast, complete with a turgid berry nipple. He rubbed it slowly across his chest, down his abdomen. Bubbles clung to his taut golden skin, sliding down, down . . . Kerry’s breath caught in her chest as he eased the soap between his legs, swiping the breast back and forth over his testicles—all while his gaze pinned her in place. His hands swept up over the hard erection jutting up. She swallowed as she watched him slowly encircle his penis, now thick as her wrist and standing nearly to his navel, and soap himself, stroke himself. He moaned softly. She had no idea why the sight turned her on; it just did.

Mesmerized, Kerry pushed his hand aside. She clutched the hot width of his penis with her fingers instead, stroking him up and down. He was like silk, like steel, solid, amazing, so male. Touching him, watching pleasure spread across the hard angles of his face, thrilled her. She wanted to see him come, see his expression when he found satisfaction. She wanted to be the one to give it to him.

Her brazen behavior shocked her a bit, but not enough to stop.

With a kittenish smile, she increased the tempo of her strokes.

Eyes closed, Rafe dropped his head against the wall. “Damn, woman. You get me there.”

His rapid breaths, followed by moans, escalated her arousal. Her own breathing wasn’t too steady. Neither were her knees, for that matter. All she knew was that Rafe’s thighs and chest tensed, the muscles in his wide shoulders rippled with every movement, his erection stiffened even further in her hands. He had to be close . . .

“Not now.” The strain in his voice was evident as he shoved her hand from his shaft. “Not like this.”

“Why not? I was having fun,” she protested.

“Much more of that would have put an end to the fun. Now it’s your turn for a little soap,” he whispered as he reached past her again. His voice sent a shiver of anticipation sliding down her spine.

This time, he extracted a small soap in the shape of a man’s penis—and a very hard one with pinkish testicles.

Kerry burst out laughing. “Dominating Dave strikes again. He thinks of everything.”

“Who?”

“Jason’s uncle. This place—we call it the Love Shack—belongs to him. He’s a wealthy real estate developer on the West Coast, but he built this retreat so he can bring his girlfriends and tie them up for hours of bondage heaven. Apparently his wife isn’t into that sort of thing.”

“Hmmm. Well, Dave keeps his Love Shack really well equipped. Collars and cuffs and paddles, oh my.”

“Oh my, is right.” She giggled, took the penis soap, and began washing up, laughing again when she nearly dropped the slippery sucker. “Now I know why I didn’t find the soap earlier today. You must have leaned me against a button on the wall or something.”

“You’re right.” He felt the wall behind her and found the switch. The panel closed.

Kerry reached behind her and opened it again. She took a few half-steps to the corner of the shower and peeked inside. “What other goodies are in there?”

Rafe pulled her back. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

She snorted. “Killer sex toys? Dave is extreme, but come on. Let me see.”

“I’d rather surprise you.”

But she already had her hands on something big and purple. She turned it over. Rafe groaned.

“Butt Buddy,” she read the name on the bottom of the six-inch rocket-shaped plug. She looked up at him with a grin. “Want to make friends?”

“Want to get real? Now if you’d like to become acquainted—”

“No thanks.” She shuddered. “No more than one new orifice per day, I always say.”

Rafe’s rueful smile had her grinning. “When did you start saying that?”

“Now?”

“I figured. In that case . . .” He grabbed the anal plug from her grasp and moved toward the compartment. He put the purple rocket away, then extracted something else, shielding her view with his body.

“All right. What are you hiding?”

“A little something you may find . . . tempting.” He turned and presented her with an item that made her drop her jaw in the vicinity of her knees.

Kerry stared at nine inches of red shimmer jelly goo shaped like a well-hung, very hard erection and burst out laughing. “Little? Are you serious? That would stretch any woman out more than her first yoga class.”

Wearing a roguish smile, Rafe lifted the screamingly bright dildo and examined it. “You’re not impressed by”—he read the wording at the base—“Glitter Dong?”

Holding her laughter in was not an option. “Is that really its name?”

“Check it out for yourself.” He held it out to her.

With a shake of her head, Kerry shied away. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Want to make friends?” he teased, turning her words back on her.

“I have plenty of friends, thanks. And I wouldn’t classify something intended to prowl any and all of my orifices as one.”

“Glitter Dong may surprise you.”

The sin in Rafe’s voice stopped her. Did he want to use it on her? Watch her masturbate with it? She’d heard some guys were into that. At the thought Rafe might demand a little floor show here in the shower, fear and excitement blended into an exquisite shiver. Could she do it?

Rafe brought out the daring in her, the woman in her. Yet she always felt safe, never rushed, never threatened. Being
with him was so easy . . . especially when pure thrill pumped through her blood.

“How will it surprise me?” She scoffed. “By making me glow?”

“If the orgasm is good enough . . .”

“Oh, stop. Seriously.”

His smile teased her. “Glitter Dong has special features.” Rafe grabbed her hand, brought it forward, and placed the dildo in her grasp.

Its texture was definitely artificial and warm only where he had touched it. When Tiffany had received something similar at a bachelorette party, Kerry had only had one thought—tackier than a rusted truck on cinderblocks in the front yard of a double-wide. Why would any bride-to-be want such a thing when she could have a flesh-and-blood man? But the idea of using it to drive that flesh-and-blood man mad with want put a whole new spin on the concept of owning this little toy.

“Oh, and what would those features be?”

“Obviously its size and color.”

“Obviously.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s harness compatible, I’m guessing.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s just say it provides a female the ability to strap this sucker on and see what it’s like to be the driving force during sex.”

“For real?” Kerry knew she looked like the wide-eyed naïve virgin she’d been until an hour ago. Oh, well. “I could attach this to some sort of harness and . . .”

“Fuck someone? Yeah.”

“Male or female?” What a strange, amazing thought.

“You got it.”

“Who dreams up this stuff? Clearly someone with a mind more wicked than mine.”

Rafe laughed. Not surprising, really. He’d probably known more about sex toys by the time he was twelve than she did today.

“See these suction cups?” At her nod, he fastened it to the black marble bench in the large shower. “If you were so inclined to sit there, it wouldn’t move while you took your pleasure.”

“And you’d watch?” Heat crept up Kerry’s cheeks when her purely informational question came out like a personalized invitation to a voyeur.

“In a heartbeat, babe. I’d love to watch.”

Kerry’s mind raced. Her blood churned until she could hear it racing in her ears. Could she do something so personal with an audience?

“I don’t know if I can—”

“You can. Try,” he whispered, hands clasping her hips. “I want to see you.”

With hot fingers, he guided her to the shower bench, then lifted her onto it with little effort. Hard tile met her knees. Kerry trembled as she glanced down to see the dildo rising tall and thick between her legs.

Arousal tangled with fear, heightened by a dash of the forbidden. The feeling was so familiar when Rafe was near. Kerry swallowed. She felt herself hesitate and moisten at once. Harsh breaths pumped her chest once, twice.

“What if it hurts?”

“Then you’ll tell me and we’ll stop.”

She stared at him, into his silver eyes. There she saw not just heat, but warmth. He wanted her, wanted her pleasure, yes. But he would keep her safe, too.

There was no denying he knew how to make her feel incredibly good. And that the thought of driving him mad with desire held huge appeal.

“Kerry?”

Biting her lip, she nodded, earning her a wicked smile.

Slowly, he began urging her hips down with the gentle vise of his fingers.

Lord, her friends would say she had to be twenty kinds of crazy to take on an oversize dildo just so she could arouse the man who watched. But as her vagina, now slick beyond belief, touched the red penis-shaped toy, the expression on his face heated like a solar flare—hot, lashing, not to be denied.

An answering flash of lust burned between her legs. Her clit throbbed.

She continued lower, down, feeling the dildo stretch her fully. Rafe lifted one hand to her shoulder and eased her down another inch. She whimpered at the pleasure/pain.

“Almost there, babe.”

She closed her eyes, shaking her head. “No. No more.”

With fingers biting into her hips, Rafe helped her rise until she stood on her knees again, then he urged her down once more, taking a bit more of the dildo into her. “Ease into it.”