Page 37 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

She was extremely ticklish. She wiggled, trying desperately to escape his wicked fingers as she laughed uncontrollably. “Stop!” Her request came between giggles that simply dared Hunter to up his game. She twisted to her stomach, trying to crawl away from him.

“Hey,” he protested, covering her back with his chest, using his weight to pin her beneath him. His breath was hot against her ear, his lips touching the back of her neck. “No escape.” If he meant his words as a threat, he’d missed the mark. Once again he’d trapped her and she didn’t give a shit.

“You remind me of a brumby we owned once.”

“What’s a brumby?” she asked.

“A horse. Willful, untamed. Glorious. Like you. It took a bit of doing, but I finally managed to control her.”

She looked over her shoulder. “How?”

Hunter’s gaze darkened with unsuppressed lust. “I tied her up.”

Annie shivered and Hunter cursed.

“Fuck, Annie. It’s our first time together. I want to make love to you. Treat you sweet, like you deserve. Now you’ve got me thinking about stuff…”

“What stuff?”

He shook his head. Hunter was a gentleman. Of that, she had no doubt. She also recognized the wilder side hidden beneath the surface. She’d spent years in a vanilla world, accepting missionary position as her fate, never finding a man who’d earned her trust the way Hunter had.

But there was a difference between acceptance and defeat. Deep within, she’d never let go of the hope she’d find a man who would let her explore her sexual boundaries. Her heart told her Hunter was that man.

“Would you tie me up?”

Hunter closed his eyes, but his stuttered breathing prompted her to keep pushing.

“Would you take me over your knee and spank me?”

“Bloody hell. Don’t do this, love. I’m barely holding on as it is.”

She pushed her ass against his thick cock, shoving it deeper within the crack. “What if I asked for those things? Would you give them to me?”

Silence was her answer. Annie counted ten heartbeats and then Hunter’s patience broke. He rose from the bed and panic besieged her. Had she read him completely wrong? Disgusted him with her secret wants?

She started to lift up, but Hunter halted her. “Don’t.” His voice was deep, strong. “Don’t move a muscle.”

While he didn’t add a threat to his command, his tone certainly implied there would be a punishment. Annie sank onto her stomach and looked over her shoulder in time to see Hunter returning to the bed with a tie.

“Didn’t picture you as the dress-up type.” Was that sultry voice really coming from her?

Hunter didn’t respond. Instead, he knelt next to her on the mattress. “Put your hands above your head.”

Annie complied as Hunter quickly and efficiently tied her wrists together before binding them to the headboard. Oh yeah. There were definite advantages to hooking up with a cowboy. She didn’t have more than a second to test the bondage and realize she was well and truly stuck before he issued his next command.

“Get on your knees. Arse in the air.”

Annie assumed the position quickly. The flames Hunter lit inside her exploded into an inferno as she found herself in the midst of one of her favorite fantasies. Truth wasn’t just stranger than fiction. It was fucking better too. Way better.

Hunter pushed her knees apart and claimed the spot between her legs. She flushed when she realized the bird’s-eye view he was getting of all her girlie bits. He gripped her ass cheeks, separating them, opening her even more to his perusal.

She may be a liberated, independent woman, but she couldn’t deny how much she loved being under Hunter’s control in bed. His hands tightened on her flesh. She wriggled with need.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “You’re so wet, Annie. Your thighs are shiny, slick.” To prove his words true, he ran his fingers through her juices. She shivered. Everything he said and did drove her closer to an edge she’d never reached before.

She wanted so much from him, her voice failed her. What would she ask for? His fingers? His mouth? His cock? She wanted it all.

Hunter made the decision for her as he pressed two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting lightly at first, then building speed. She trembled, recalling the strength of her orgasm in the hay. Hunter had taken her there with just those magic fingers of his.