Free Restrained and Willing by Tiffany Bryan Page B

cotton.
    Most men would’ve laughed their asses off at his knowing
there were different types of cotton, let alone the significance of the thread
count. They probably would have kicked his ass out of the macho men’s club for
even thinking about something as ridiculous as sheets instead of taking
advantage of the willing, naked woman sleeping next to him. Not that he gave a
damn what the general male populace thought, since the majority hadn’t a clue
what turned a woman on. The varying nuances that brought a woman pleasure. Skin
was the largest organ on the human body. The gateway to all physical sensation.
Immense pleasure to excruciating pain and all levels in between. A man skilled
in that knowledge, as he was, reaped enormous rewards.
    And if his plans for the upcoming week unfolded like he
wanted, he’d be able to explore some of those in-betweens with Heather. She was
a woman who wanted and needed pushing. The sexual fantasies she’d written were
a clear indication of that.
    He floated the back of his hand down the outside length of
her arm.
    Gift a female with what she desires and you’ll get it back
tenfold. Giving more than she gets is part of a woman’s genetic makeup.
    Case in point…a little consideration of her body’s need to
rest now would gain him hours of invigorating playtime later.
    As he banked his lust, he fiddled with the ends of her silky
hair, memorizing its lush texture. In her teens, her hair had been all one
length and long enough to brush her trim waist.
    He’d once dreamed about her thick curtain of hair. Its
glossy length wrapped around his rigid cock. The erotic image so sexually
intense, he’d jerked awake in a cold sweat. The bedcovers twisted to hell and
back were half off the bed. It had taken weeks to purge the image from his
mind. A vivid picture that now returned with a vengeance as he drew his fingers
along some of the longest strands that now only reached to the middle of her
back.
    He took a deep breath, getting a whiff of lemon candle and
satisfied woman all wrapped in the light blanket of her sexual musk. He twisted
to glance at the clock on the nightstand. He’d give her ten more minutes. About
to turn back around, the drawer on the nightstand caught his attention.
    I wonder?
    Careful not to disturb her, he leaned back, stretched his
arm until his hand latched on to the silver knob and slid open the drawer.
    He blindly felt his way through the contents.
    Grinned.
    Pay dirt!

Chapter Six
     
    “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up,” Heather murmured as
her sleep-hazed brain attempted to separate fantasy from reality.
    The low timbre of a masculine chuckle and the familiar hum
of her favorite toy confirmed this was indeed heavenly reality.
    “Naptime’s over, brat.” The soft puffs that accompanied the
quiet command tickled over her naked breasts. The tips tightened in a bid for
more stimulation. An invitation enthusiastically accepted.
    With nothing more than his talented tongue, Pierce lashed
and laved both nipples into aching spikes of need, compounding the pleasure
with whisper-light skims of a vibrator through her already slick labia.
    Oh, yeah, this was definitely a great way to wake up.
    Her fists mutilated the sheet at her sides as she warred
with her body’s urge to squirm. No way was she risking a break of contact with
the tiny electrical instrument being applied with such teasing expertise.
    “More.” Uncaring that her tone telegraphed her building
frustration, she cautiously canted her hips.
    To her delight, Pierce responded to her plea without the
slightest reference to control, or lack thereof. The nips and sucks to her
nipples became more rigorous, the hum of the vibrator more intense.
    Still, the stimulation wasn’t where she desired it.
    She captured her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a
groan. “Not enough.” She spread her left leg out farther. Moving both legs
would’ve allowed him better access to her twitching clit, but her right