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I heard the shower shut off. Honestly, I didn’t have the energy to fight with him and dreaded picking up right where we’d left off. Minutes later the bathroom door opened and the bed shifted. I pretended I was asleep.
“Cut the crap, Holly. I know that you’re awake. Why did you throw the note away?”
I sighed and rolled over. “It said I looked good naked. He was at the club the night we, er, well, the night you cuffed me to the pole. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”
Arie laughed. “Well he’s right. You do look good naked.”
Not the reaction I’d expected. I thought he’d be pissed. Instead he was laughing at me, his gray eyes filled with mirth.
“It’s not funny.”
“I think it is. And you know what else I think?”
I huffed. “I’m positive that you’re going to tell me whether I want to know or not, so just go on and say it.”
“I don’t think we’ve ever had make-up sex.”
My pussy clenched. I couldn’t help it. His low, rumbling laugh and husky voice made my body respond involuntarily. And I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he knew exactly what I needed. We both enjoyed my submissive side, at least in the bedroom, but like most men he didn’t mind a little bit of challenge and sass.
“Is that so?” I asked.
“Unless of course you’d rather just cuddle,” he said, teasing me.
“No, we can play.”
Arie turned and opened our fun drawer. He pulled out the scarf he’d used on me so many times before. I never thought that I’d enjoy being restrained, but Arie took full advantage of the fact that I did.
“I think I like this game,” I said.
“I’ll let you pick. A, blindfolded or B, restrained.”
I licked my lips. “Restrained.”
“Lose the clothes.”
I rose from the bed and slowly undressed. His eyes practically memorized every curve as I tried to keep my eyes down but peeked at him from beneath my lashes. My nipples already gave away my state of arousal and their reaction to the cool winter air.
“Now hold out your wrists.”
I held my wrists out in front of me and Arie bound them together with the scarf. He gently ran his fingers up my arms, over my shoulders, and slowly down the crest of my breasts, but stopped his descent short of my nipples. His touch taunted me and teased me, and the way he denied how I really wanted him to touch me was a total turn-on.
I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan.
“Look at me and tell me you want me to touch your breasts.”
-You know I do.-
Arie cupped my chin in his hand. “Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”
My pulse quickened at his words. God, how I wanted him.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Be specific.”
“My breasts...please, I want you to touch them, suck on them...”
And my pussy was wet from anticipation. Arie’s penis lengthened against my thigh. But instead of giving me what he’d made me ask for immediately, he teased me some more. He stood so close to me that his hot breath scorched across my cheek when he leaned in. Arie didn’t kiss me on the lips like I was expecting. He planted kisses along my jaw line before kissing his way down my neck instead.
“God, do you know what you do to me?” he murmured against my ear.
I moaned.
Finally, he ran his hand over my breast and plucked the nipple, elongating it. He bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth. I gasped as he sucked and nibbled on it. His hand gently brushed my skin as it traveled down my stomach and stopped at my navel. His lips were playing catch-up with his hand as he licked the underside of my breast and planted kisses along the contours of my ribcage.
“Tell me you want me to taste you, because God I want to tongue you and taste you until you’re screaming my name,” Arie said.
Before I could respond he raised his head and nipped at my breast. Every inch of my body tingled just from his words. They were so fucking sexy. My pussy was drenched from hearing him describe what he wanted to do to me and how he’d make me come.
“I need you, Arie. I need your tongue. I need you to kiss me.”
“Where, love? Tell me where and I will and I won’t stop until you come.”
I moaned. “My pussy.”
He ran his tongue around the edge of my navel and his hand wandered further down my body, stopping at the edge of my pubic bone.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I did what he told me to.
Arie kissed along my hip and the crease in between my thigh and my mound. His hand moved down to my pussy, which was soaked by now. Yet it still amazed me how he could do that to me without ever touching me. He pinched my lips between his fingers and I arched my body. I had no idea how I was still standing, but I trusted Arie not to let me fall.
He nuzzled my mound. “You’re so beautiful.”
His mouth was on the move again. Arie kneeling to kiss me completely turned me on. He flicked his tongue across my clit. Then his fingers plunged inside of me, first two, then three as he curled them upward until he found just the right spot. Arie began to move them while he continued the assault on my clitoris with his tongue.
I wasn’t sure whether he wanted me to come yet or not, but I knew if I didn’t tell him I was close I might get more than I bargained for.
“Please...I’m getting close.”
“Then come. Come for me, Holly.”
He barely got the words out before my pussy contracted around his fingers and I found my release. Still his tongue didn’t stop until I stopped shaking. Slowly, Arie pulled his fingers out of my pussy; they were soaked. Arie rose and pulled the scarf loose. I sunk onto the edge of the bed. Suddenly I was tired, but I wanted to return the favor.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around Arie’s neck. “Your turn,” I murmured against his lips before kissing him.
Arie kissed me back before pulling away. “Not this time. This was about you. I wanted to pleasure you. Besides, you’ve been through a lot today. You should get some rest.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Arie scooped me up and gently tucked me into bed, pulling the covers around me.
“Yes.” He paused. “I love you. There are things I need to explain. Things you need to understand...”
He had that haunted look on his face, the look he always got when he was thinking about Katarina, and it killed me. I didn’t want anything to tear us apart, least of all the shitty circumstances of his past.
I sighed. “It’s about Katarina, isn’t it?”
“There’s more to the story, and I thought it was over until tonight. But then you dazzled Harry and now there are things you need to know.” Arie ran a hand through this hair. “And it’s better if you hear it from me.”
Arie looked worn, and I was so incredibly tired. I knew I wasn’t ready for whatever he had to share. Katarina was dead to me, but obviously that wasn’t as true for Arie, no matter how much I wished that wasn’t the case.
I brushed my hand across his cheek and smiled. “I think you had the right idea when you said we’d talk about it in the morning. And Arie...I’m really sorry that I didn’t tell you.”
“Holly, I want you to come to me no matter what.”
I nodded. “I’m thinking that after all this is over maybe I should take Luna up on her offer.”
Arie sucked in his breath. “You’re having second thoughts.”
“Not about us, but after seeing my grandmother it got me to thinking about what it means to live out one lifetime. I have this whole other family I never knew.”
“Holly, I know that you were thrown into my world, and that’s it’s not always sunshine and roses, but you’re stronger than you know, and I need you. I told you it was your choice and it is, but I want you to choose to stay with me—to choose us.”
His words reminded me of my grandmother’s premonition. “Can you just hold me?”
All I wanted was to feel Arie’s arms wrapped around me and not deal with anything else. I’d dealt with enough in one day to last two lifetimes.
“Always.” He brushed a chestnut curl away from my face and walked around the other side of the bed to climb in.
I fell asleep to his body wrapped around mine. Little did I know that we’d never get a chance to have a cup of coffee, let alone breakfast.
