“It’s only awkward if one of us leaves because we can’t handle the other’s . . . needs, for lack of a better word. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed her, pulling her shoulders from the door and walking her backward until the creases of her knees hit the mattress.

“Crawl up on the bed and stretch out.”

Tanna tried to tune out the warning voices in her head as she scooted into the middle of the mattress. She stared at the ceiling and then Fletch was on all fours above her, wearing that wicked, wicked grin. The man moved as fast and quietly as a predator on the hunt. And his very posture screamed that he intended to conquer her.

“Think sexy thoughts, sugar twang. Try and stay still. And close them pretty eyes.” As soon as she did, the bed jiggled.

She braced herself for the warm swipe of his tongue or a soft suck. Maybe his callused fingertips would dance across her body. Thinking about all the possible sexy scenarios had the desired effect. Her mind and body were primed.

So where had he gone?

She heard him breathing in slow measured breaths. Then she recognized the scratch of a dresser drawer being closed.

“Do you know how f**king beautiful you look lying there waiting for me?” The location of his voice indicated he’d moved to the other side of the bed. Then she heard plop, plop, plop as pillows hit the floor.

He jostled the mattress. First he tapped the inside of her calf, as a signal to open her legs wider. Then he placed feathery light kisses on the inside of her ankle and her anklebone as his fingers stroked the skin above and below where his mouth worked. “Now we’re getting to the part where you need to stay still, okay?”

“Ah. Yeah. Sure. Piece of cake—omigod, what are you doin’?”

Fletch performed the same teasing and caressing on her left ankle and she felt him hanging above her, his knees pushing against her thighs. His breath teased her lips. “Only thing you need to think about is my mouth on yours.” He brushed soft kisses across her parted lips. His hand circled her bicep and moved up the length of her right arm. He threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed before releasing her hand. Something soft circled her wrist.

Before she thought to ask what it was, he cranked up the intensity of the kiss. Those wonderfully rough fingers stroked her left arm as his mouth controlled hers.

She wanted him naked, feeling that skin-on-skin connection. She reached up . . . or she tried to but she could lift her arms only a few inches. She broke the kiss and wiggled more vigorously but nothing happened. “Fletch?”

“Thought I told you to stay still,” he murmured and planted kisses down the side of her neck.

“Why can’t I move?”

“Because I tied you down.” He nonchalantly circled her nipple with his tongue, keeping his eyes on hers.

“What!” Tanna attempted to lift her legs but they were immobilized too. “How . . . Why would you do that?”

“Because you said you trusted me.” He suckled hard on the rigid point and her skin broke out in a mass of goose bumps. “Because I don’t want your hands or your knees shoving me out of the way when I’m tasting my fill of you.” He chuckled. “But first, test those knots.”

Tanna saw that he’d trussed her arms up with a pair of nylon knee-highs. “Sweet Lord. Did you get these out of my dresser?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you tied me to the headboard?”

“Yep. I warned you that hobbling is an effective technique. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She watched his dark head moving across her chest.

“I love this spot right here.” His cheek followed the inside curve of her right breast. “The skin is so soft and pale.” His mouth meandered across her ribs and she gasped. “Ticklish here too, I see.”

“Fletch.”

“Tanna.”

She liked the different ways he said her name. Sometimes drawn out. Sometimes a short syllable. But she really, really liked when he growled it against her skin.

He inched down her body, a kiss at a time until he had to stretch out between her thighs.

She tried to squirm away, but between the ties and Fletch’s iron grip, she had little movement.

And that amused him mightily. “Might as well relax and enjoy this because I’m gonna be here for a while.”

At the first wet swipe of his tongue, she moaned. As Fletch pressed sucking kisses down the seam of her sex, she stopped trying to get away. She stopped thinking about being ticklish. Her body seemed to melt farther into the mattress with each soft suck. Her mind fogged at the delicate lapping. He brought her focus back to him with a sudden scrape of his teeth.

Her pulse pounded in her throat. The ties binding her wrists weren’t overly tight, but she felt her pulse jumping there too.

When that little tingle started at the base of her spine, she canted her hips and said, “So close.”

Then Fletch made that sexy rumble against her sex, and his need to give her this pleasure freed her. She came in a gasping rush of fast contractions. His hungry mouth absorbed every one.

Her hearing went a little wonky, like she’d left a loud concert. She forced air into her lungs because she’d stopped breathing. As soon as her eyes focused, she lifted up and looked down her body.

The depraved man sucked her pu**y lips and released them with a loud pop. He waggled his eyebrows. “Better when you can’t wiggle, huh?”

“Cocky much?”

“Only when it’s justified.”