A smile quivered on her lips. “Same.”
“You are…” He shook his head. “I can’t begin to find words to do you justice.”
“That was pretty good.” She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “Now scoot back,” she said with growing impatience.
He reached for her. “But I want to—”
“Uh-uh,” she warned him with a hand held palm out. “It’s my turn to play with the hot puck.”
A grin overtook his face, and he laughed, then shimmied back on the bed. Eden followed on hands and knees, and the sight of her crawling over him, her hair a little wild, in that sexy lingerie and those fucking kick-ass sexy boots, made Beckett start to think Eden might be his hottest hookup ever.
She sat back on his thighs, did something with his tie that created loops, and deftly slipped one of his hands in, then reached for the other.
“Do you know what you’re doing here?” he asked, marveling at how quickly and easily and expertly her hands worked.
“Mmm,” she murmured, carefully tightening both ends of the loop around his joined wrists. “I use this in the field for restraints all the time. This method is invaluable.” When she finished, there was one long end and one short end. She took hold of the long end and said, “Now pull.”
Beckett hauled his hands backward and met resistance, but the knot didn’t slip or tighten. And he sure as shit couldn’t move his hands. A flicker of unease, of electric thrill, shot through him. “Holy shit.”
Eden leaned in and brushed a kiss over his lips. “Don’t worry,” she murmured with a devilish little smile. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”
“That does not give me any peace of mind.”
She pushed up on her knees and leaned toward the headboard, drawing his arms overhead. And Beckett had a moment of What in the fuck have I gotten myself into? But then her body pressed against his as she fastened the tie to a slat in the headboard with another knot. Beckett brought his head upright from watching her progress and found her deliciously plump breasts at eye level. With a tilt of his head, they were at mouth level, and Beckett opened wide, taking as much of one silk-covered breast in his mouth as he could.
She uttered a surprised cry, her body jerked, and her forehead dropped against the crown of his head, resting there as he took her nipple between his teeth and treated her to a sadistic massage.
The sounds she made—surprise, pleasure, pain—had Beckett’s cock thumping against his zipper. When she shivered, he released her and quickly turned to the other, repeating the pattern. Loving the way her excitement intensified when he bit down and scraped the hard tip with his teeth, he pulsed, pulsed, pulsed it between his teeth. All followed by gentle sucking.
“Strip, Eden,” he ordered, breathless. As if he were in a position to give orders. “Give me skin. Give me raw skin, and I’ll make you come with nothing but my mouth on your tits.”
She made one final tug on the tie at the headboard and pushed back, panting. Beckett immediately tested the restriction, sure he would break right through, flip her beneath him, and blow this deliriously stupid agreement away.
But he met resistance. Unrelenting resistance.
“Fuck.”
“I warned you.” Her lids were so heavy, they were almost closed. She licked her lips and grinned.
He heaved a frustrated breath. “Maybe we could save this for another time. I’m a little too impatient right now.”
“Who says you’re going to wait for anything?” She planted her hands on the bed and looked deep into his eyes. “But I should warn you now that I have a not so teeny-tiny oral fixation. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sucking your cock for days.”
Lust surged through him. He dropped his head back and pulled at the tie.
“Please tell me you like having your cock sucked, Beckett.”
He lifted his head and met her eyes while her tongue slid over her bottom lip. Sitting back again, she moved her hands to his belt and easily unbuckled the leather, then unfastened and unzipped his pants. All faster than Beckett could. “You’re quick with those hands.”
“I undress people for a living.”
“Huh,” he huffed a laugh. “Never thought of it that way.”
Tugging his pants and boxers low enough to allow his cock to spring free, Eden exhaled heavily. Her face went lax, mouth fell open. “Thank you, God. I will never lie again, as long as I live.”
That made Beckett laugh. But then Eden wrapped her long fingers gently around his engorged cock and stroked, slowly. Pressure and heat exploded in his groin. Beckett arched and moaned.
“I have…another a little confession.”