Page 34 of Saved By the Billionaire

He flipped open her third button, and her shirt gaped open all down her white bra. “All you have to do is tell me you’ll be a good girl from now on, and I’ll stop.”

“I’mnevergoing to be good for you!” she yelled at him.

He was still smiling and looking straight into her eyes. “Go ahead and scream if you want. There’s no one around for miles.”

A little bit of a chill crawled down her spine. “What if I said red?”

His smile softened, and he glanced over her head. “That’s a slipknot. You’d be untied in an instant.”

Sarah pulled in a shaky breath. “I won’t say it. You can’tmakeme.”

His wicked smile was back, and he pulled her shirt out of her jeans to unbutton it so it swung free at her sides.

“Yeah, but that’s a front-hook bra,” she told him. “And most guys don’t know how to—”

His thick fingers twisted in front of her.

The bra cups dropped to her sides, and her breasts hung heavily on her chest.

He smiled at her again, andoh dang,that devilish grin. No wonder he hadn’t smiled much when she’d first met him. If that was his idea of a smile, people would be afraid of him all the time.

Not that she was.

Or she sure as heck couldn’t show it.“Hey!”

He reached inside her hanging shirt and bra, caressing the swell of her breast and barely brushing his thumb over the peak, sending a zing through her pebbling skin there. He said, “So beautiful. I could play with you all night.”

He stroked her other breast with his other hand, holding the weight of them, gently circling her nips with his thumbs.

Twitching energy traveled under Sarah’s skin with every brush of his hands on her skin, every sensory quake over her flesh, and she stretched against the ropes binding her wrists.

He barely moved, so still, just the gentle caresses on her breasts and soft drag of his thumbs on her even more sensitive peaks, until her skin bloomed with warmth and she couldn’t think.

She was leaning against the cold plaster of the wall, her head thrown back, as he touched, and stroked, and thumbed, and she whimpered with wanting more.

The wooden floor spun under her feet as his hands tormented her with gentle touches and soft strokes.

Her pulse in her ears sounded like she was caught in a windstorm.

Blaze grabbed handfuls of her shirt and bra and dragged them up her arms to the ropes binding her wrists, and he tied the fabric there in a bunch, leaving her naked from the waist up.

The cool evening air streaming in the open window wrapped her naked torso and tightened her nipples into hard knots like he’d dragged ice over them, and even his gentle strokes cascaded waves through her skin.

With her arms stretched over her head like this, she was entirely exposed to his gaze and his hands, vulnerable. He half-stepped nearer, encroaching on where she was tied to the wall, and sent shivers through her body.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl,” he murmured.

Dear Lord,no.He mightstop.“I’m not your good girl. I’mno one’sgood girl.”

“Oh, little kitten.” He lifted her chin with one finger and said with no emotion, “I’ll make youbegme to be a good girl.”

Even though the need for him pulsed through her like a heartbeat, a shiver crawled down her back like a spider in her shirt, and she felt her eyes widen. She whispered, “You’re really good at this.”

One side of his mouth curved in a mirthless smile. “Yes, I am.”

“Why are you so good at this?”

A hint of sadness dragged the outer corners of his eyes. “Every moment of life is sweet, even the ones filled with pain. Sometimes, the pain is all you have.”