The touch that came was so soft and light that I gasped in surprise at the faint flicker of sensation on my pebbled nipple. At first I thought it was just his breath, but it wasn't warm - not cold either. Finally it dawned on me that he was tickling me with a feather."You like that, don't you?" he asked as he switched to my other breast."Mmm-hmmm."He stopped tickling and tapped me on the sternum with one finger. "Is that how you're supposed to answer?" His words were stern but there was still a teasing softness in his tone that kept me from feeling chastised. This was my fantasy - he was just playing into it.Obediently I answered, "Yes, Jack.""Good girl." He trailed the feather down between my breasts to dust my bellybutton, making me giggle.I could feel him beside me, his weight denting the bed at my hip. I sensed him doing something with his other hand then there was a soft humming sound, and the feather grazing the creases of my hip was replaced with something else - a s
I think that was the moment I realized I was in love with him. Oh, not the forever kind - I was a long way from that. But he was so kind, so giving, I couldn't help losing a little piece of my heart right then and there. The big, tough biker werewolf was such a sweetheart in bed that tears stung my eyelids behind the blindfold. Even if I never saw Jackson again after this night, he'd have left a mark on my heart for all eternity.He didn't linger on my breasts, which was a disappointment. He moved on to my shoulders and arms, even though he couldn't do much of a muscle rub with me lying on my back. It was nice, this soft, slow seduction as a change from the intensity and urgency of the passion so far. I swear my bones melted as he rubbed my fingers and hands, easing aches I hadn't known I had. When he finished with those, he dropped a kiss into my palm and climbed over my body to reach my other hand, giving it the same loving treatment. Finally he cupped my head in his hands - without
Still swollen inside me, Jack came down on top of my body, pressing me into the mattress. His weight felt good, warm and solid. He cupped my head in his hands and untied the blindfold as he kissed me."Tears?" he asked as he wiped them away with the silk. "What's wrong?""Not a damn thing," I said in a shaky voice, gazing up into his eyes. "Happy tears. Goofy but true.""If you say so." Propped up on his elbows to keep from crushing me, he kissed each of my eyelids then muttered, "England." Without moving too much, he managed to untie my wrists. He kissed each one, chafing it between his hands. "Sorry I can't reach your feet. Break 'em if they're too uncomfortable.""I'm all right." It was true. If there was even the slightest chance that I'd have the chance to play with Jack and his toys again, it was worth a few minutes of discomfort to preserve them for another day. I was feeling tingly and sore and I actually regretted that my vampire physiology would have healed all traces of
Jessamy and Danette called to demand details just before dawn. I loved those two. When Frederic dumped me in Chicago, on my own for the first time in my immortal life, they'd gotten me on my feet. They'd hooked me up with a blood bank so I didn't have to hunt to feed. They'd housed me until I could afford a place of my own. But some things are too personal to tell even your best girlfriends. I told them I was safe, I told them I was seeing him again, but I didn't tell them how he made me feel. That was too new, too private. Then I told them I'd talk to them later, hung up and crawled into bed, reliving those moments over and over in my dreams.Of course they showed up on my doorstep about a half an hour after dusk. I'd been working so I didn't hear the doorbell at first - especially since I was back in my office. The big open space behind the kitchen had been intended as the family room of my townhouse. There are lots of windows so I'd paid a fortune for the UV tinting but it was wort
I was still pondering that about three a.m. when my friends left and I was alone, curled up in an armchair with my e-reader. I'd given up trying to work. Between thinking about Frederic and Jack, I didn't have the attention span of a gnat.My cell phone rang, startling me. It wasn't Jess or Dani's ring tone, so it had to be Jack, unless it was someone trying to sell me insurance. I fumbled the phone, almost dropping it as a big case of nerves scrambled my brain and nervous system."Hey there, beautiful." God, it was him, his voice still sexy and sinful, even over the phone."Hi." I had no idea what else to say. "How was your night?""Not nearly as much fun as last night," he said. "How about you?""The same," I admitted. "Thank you again...for everything.""You're very welcome, sweet thing." His gravelly chuckle had my body responding. "Looking forward to tomorrow night? I know I sure am.""Of course." I squeezed my legs together to contain the moisture that gathered just at his
Now it was my turn to ask a question and I thought about it hard. What did I really want to know about the first man who'd ever really made my body sing? "Where did you get the enchanted restraints?""A witch who's a favorite customer," he said. "Did you like them?""Yes." My breathing had started to speed up as soon as I asked the question. I rubbed at one of my nipples absently with the hand that wasn't holding the phone. Even when he wasn't here, he made me feel needy. "Have you ever been tied up?""Yeah." There was a slight rasp to his voice, letting me know he was feeling the increased tension too. "Not my favorite thing, but if you want to go there, I'm willing. Do you?""Is that your question?""Sure," he said easily.I thought about it then answered, "No - not now at any rate." The idea of having Jack at my mercy was appealing, but I'd begun to discover that I preferred to be the submissive in the bedroom."Your turn again," he reminded me after a few moments of silence.
By Sunday evening I was a nervous wreck. I paced in front of my living room window, wondering what he had planned. I was wearing the dress I'd discussed with Dani and Jess - a full-skirted, sedate frock in black wool jersey with long sleeves and a modest sweetheart neckline. It was suited for an office or a funeral more than an evening on the town, but I didn't own much in the way of evening wear. My black leather boots had moderate heels and came to just below my knee, meaning the dress fell below the boots. Boldly, I decided to wear a garter belt and thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose, and a matching black demi-cup bra. It was the only sexy underwear I owned, a gift one year from Dani, who was always trying to liven me up. Feeling even naughtier, I stuffed the matching thong back in the drawer. I wore the pearls I'd bought myself with one of my first big checks - a double strand and a pair of really nice drop earrings. My hair was caught in a messy knot at the nape of my neck
As I placed the flowers into the vase, I didn't even realize I was counting them in my head until I reached thirteen. I picked up the last one only to have Jack pluck it from my fingers. "I have another plan for this one.""Oh?"I watched as he carefully snapped off the thorns and leaves. Then he reached past me for my scissors and trimmed the stem to about three inches long."Come here." He crooked his finger, beckoning me out from around the counter. Unable to resist, I walked around to stand in front of him. When he twirled his finger, I obediently turned around to give him my back. It was strange how different this felt than the obedience Frederic had demanded. Maybe because I knew with Jack it was all voluntary, maybe just because I already trusted him enough to know he'd never make me do anything against my will. Whatever the cause, I felt a tremor of arousal as I turned my back to him, wondering what he had up his sleeve."Tempting," he murmured, leaning his head down to nuz