The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

playing a different game tonight. And you aren’t in charge.”
    Her heartbeat kicked up. She raised one eyebrow. “No?”
    “No.” He reached into the basket that had held their dinner and pulled out a long red scarf. He played with it, pulling it through his hands like a silky snake. “You trust me, don’t you?”
    “Of course.” But her mouth was dry.
    “Good. Hold out your hands.”
    She hesitated, eyeing that scarf. “What kind of game did you have in mind?”
    He just smiled. And waited.
    After a moment she shrugged. “In for a penny,” she said, and held out her hands.
    He looped the scarf around them and tied it. The silk was cool against her skin…which was probably two degrees hotter than it had been a minute ago. “Bondage. I’ve never…” Her laugh came out nervous. “What do I do now?”
    “Nothing.” He leaned in again and kissed herlightly, brushing his fingertips along her throat, light as a butterfly kiss. “I do it all. You aren’t in control tonight, Dixie.”
    “I don’t think I’m good at that.”
    “This isn’t about being good. Or being good at something.” He reached for her buttons. “I do like this dress,” he murmured, and slid the first button loose. Then the next.
    He worked slowly, button by button, all the way down. She sat there with her hands bound in silk and watched him looking at what he revealed. His heavy eyelids lifted slightly to pass her a smile when he finished. Then he parted the dress.
    She wasn’t wearing a bra. The way her hands were tied snugged her arms into her breasts, squeezing them together. Her breath was coming faster. “You like?” she asked, her voice husky.
    “Oh, yeah.” This time when he leaned close, he bent. He laved one areola slowly with his tongue, then flicked it over the nipple. She squirmed. “Hold still,” he told her, and put his mouth on her other nipple, sucking lightly. “There.” He sat back. “I like the way they look, wet and shiny from my mouth.”
    She liked the look on his face. But he was going too slowly, and she wanted to touch him. “I’m getting a little overheated.”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her. “The fire too hot?”
    “Something is.”
    “Maybe you’re overdressed for the occasion.”
    “We could take off the scarf.”
    He shook his head. “My game,” he said softly, anddrifted his fingertips down the slopes of both breasts to their tips. He took them between his fingers and squeezed rhythmically. “But we can make you a little more comfortable. Why don’t you lie down?”
    He was playing with her mind as well as her breasts. And winning. The ache between her legs pulsed along with his fingers. “I…” Am finding it hard to breathe. “You’ll have to let go first. And my hands…lying down is awkward without hands.”
    “Oh,” he said, as if surprised. “Of course. I’ll help you.” And at last he looked at her face again—and in his eyes was pure heat. When he leaned close and took her mouth this time, he wasn’t slow and careful.
    She kissed him back, half-frantic with the need to touch, yet it was incredibly erotic to be able to touch him only with her lips, her tongue. She felt his hands at her shoulders, lowering her to the floor.
    But he didn’t follow her down and cover her with his body the way she craved. When he pulled away, she cried out in frustration.
    “Easy,” he said soothingly, stroking her legs, pushing the dress completely apart so that it puddled on the floor on either side of her. “Easy,” he told her again, and put his mouth on her, right through her panties.
    She jolted, so aroused that the damp warmth almost immediately brought her to the edge.
    Then he stopped.
    “I’m going to…” she sputtered, but couldn’t think of the right threat. Maybe because she couldn’t think, period. “Dammit, Cole!”
    “You’re not used to this. You aren’t in control at all. I am.” He tugged on her panties, pulling them down an inch at a time.
    She narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
    Briefly his grin flashed. “Define ‘too much.’ I am for damn sure enjoying myself.”
    That glimpse of his grin relaxed her, reminding her that this was a game. But she was finding it harder and harder to play. “I’m not sure I like feeling this vulnerable.”
    He tossed her panties aside. “How does this feel? Is it exciting?”
    He put one finger inside her—and yes, it was exciting. Beyond exciting. She couldn’t keep from