Page 110 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

At some point, he’d parted the curtains. Thankfully, the full moon was providing plenty of light for his sexy striptease. Once he shrugged off his shirt, he started on the fastening to his pants.

No wonder he’d been able to pose her like a bloody Barbie doll. He was built. His arms were muscular and she’d takehissix-pack over a half dozen ice-cold Toohey’s Dry any day.

She licked her lips when he shoved his trousers down. Either he’d tugged the underwear off with the rough cotton or he went commando.

Either way, she didn’t care.

Holy. Fuck.

The brief touches of his covered cock had teased her since she’d agreed to this adventure, but the too-quick rubs hadn’t really clued her in to what he was hiding beneath his pants.

He didn’t return to the bed immediately. Instead, he let her look her fill like a man who was perfectly comfortable in his own skin. She was no stranger to cocky, self-confident men. Australia seemed to raise that breed in abundance, Marc and Keith leading the pack.

Unfortunately, she’d never managed to attract that type back home.

No. Scratch that. Attraction wasn’t part of it. Her list of dating prospects was lacking because Blue and Thomo had the annoying tendency of warning away men they didn’t think worthy of her. That practice ticked her off most of the time, but she couldn’t help noticing none of the men ever stuck around to fight for a date with her. And that pissed her off even more.

Something told her that her best mates wouldn’t intimidate this man.

He reached for his hard, thick cock and slowly stroked it, his gaze never leaving hers. Her fingers itched for a touch and her mouth watered for a taste.

Bending forward, he dug around under the bed for something.

Ah, so that was where he’d stashed his bag of tricks.

Her mind whirled with curiosity, wondering what wonderful sexual torment he was plotting. She was disappointed when he came up with nothing more than a scarf.

“I’m already tied up. Doesn’t that seem a bit redundant?”

He chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the silk to her eyes.

Oh shit.

Her heart had only just stopped racing. Now it kick-started back to life, pounding almost painfully as he tied the scarf in place. He knew his stuff. He’d managed to plunge her into complete darkness.

Losing the use of her hands had been equal parts frightening and titillating, however, losing her sight was downright terrifying. And exhilarating.

“What are you going to do?”

His hand touched her throat and she jerked at the unexpected caress.

“Shh,” he soothed. “Calm down, Amy. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Yeah right. And then you spanked my arse. It’s still on fire, by the way.”

Her words seemed to remind him of his earlier actions. His fingers drifted along her side, not stopping until they reached her hip.

When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. When had he leaned so close? “You like the fire and the pain. Those hurts don’t count.”

She wanted to ask him what qualified if that didn’t, but deep inside, she already knew the answer. “Tell me your name.” It bothered her that she didn’t know. He’d told her to call him Sir, but she wanted more of him than that. Maybe the original fantasy had been sex with a stranger, but somewhere along the course of the evening, it had changed. Now she only wanted sex with him.

“You know my name.”

She wanted to push the issue, but he was right. Harper had designed this night according to her desires. It would be wrong to change the game now.

“Fine. I want you to touch me.” She hesitated for only a second before adding, “Sir.”

“Very nice. I think that deserves a reward.”