Page 23 of Tied and Tangled

“None?” he repeated, and I nodded.

“What if we craft something? With things we already have back, umm…” My voice faded off to nothing. It felt presumptuous for me to call his home mine.

“Home?”

“Exactly.”

“Craft something,” he repeated almost to himself. “Okay. Yes. Let’s do that.”

We checked out and were back home with takeout for dinner before five. We ate pizza by the fire while working on putting up the tree with other decorations.

A white furry tree skirt covered the ground, and the tree stood tall and fluffy in the corner of the living room next to the dining table. While he had done that, I set out different things around the place. The gingerbread house went on the end table next to where he usually sat. A giant fresh wreath we had picked up from the tree farm was on the outside of the door, while a pink sparkly one I knew the girls would love hung on the other side.

“I like it! What do you think?” I asked, and when I turned around, his eyes were pinned on me.

“Beautiful.” I blushed at the compliment. “I should test out the lights before we put them on.” He moved and plugged in the lights. They all lit up in his hands, and I couldn’t help the smile on my face. I loved twinkle lights. His eyes roamed up to meet mine.

“Come here, baby,” he asked me to go to him, and I did.

When I reached him, he dropped the still lit lights and kissed me.

Passionately. Wet. Hungry.

Like he had been dying for a taste of my mouth despite having been openly affectionate all day. But it was okay because I needed him just as much. I matched his energy as we both pawed at each other’s clothes. Somehow, I managed to get his dress shirt off and on the floor before he’d finished with mine. He had managed to help me out of my jeans.

“Loved seeing you wear my shirt all day,” he rasped. I shivered at the tone. I’d become very, very acquainted with that tone.Deliciously acquainted.

“I liked wearing it,” I whispered, bending my face to smell the collar. “I liked wearing something that smelled like you.”

“Fuck”. He swallowed hard as his hands skimmed the buttons that were still holding the dress shirt together. “I’ve been wondering if you were wearing anything underneath.” He swallowed as his hands took care of the last buttons and pulled my shirt off.

I wasn’t super big and had decided not to wear a bra during our errands since I was well covered and had a sweater in case it got too cold. “Jesus,” he hoarsely cursed as he pulled the top down, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

“You look so fucking good. My head fritzes out when I look at you like this. So much I want to do to you.” His confession sent a thrill down my spine, and when I saw the lights on the ground, warm and bright, an idea came to life.

Something I had a feeling we would both enjoy.

As seductively as I could manage, I bent and picked up the lights. I felt his eyes following my every movement. I had no idea where this bold side of me had come from, but one night with Aiden had brought her to life. I felt sexy. Like a feminine goddess naked in front of him. Especially when his eyes burned with so much desire his gaze felt like a touch.

I’d never thought I would be the kind of woman who would get off on getting tied up. I’d had tons of dirty thoughts and fantasies, especially since I loved reading dark romance. But daydreams were always different than reality. Yet handing him control had been better than any dark romance novel I had ever read.

I placed the strand of lights in the palm of his hands, and his blue eyes darkened with promise.

“Tie me up?” I requested. A sound vibrated through him.

He didn’t hesitate.

In a blur of movement, he had me on the shaggy carpet on the ground in front of the fireplace, throw pillows piled under my head and bottom. My hands tied together, tangled up in twinkling lights.

His hands stroked my body as he lay next to me, and I squirmed.

“Still, baby girl.” he instructed. I tried.

I tried hard not to move, but the way he plucked my nipples and leaned in to kiss and suck on my neck left me soaking wet. Needy.

“Aiden!” I gasped as his mouth moved to my nipples and he popped one into his mouth. His ministrations felt like electric jolts to my pussy. “Please, Aiden!” I whimpered. When he lifted his head, I licked my lips. My eyes darted to the very hard, angry-looking appendage below his waist. “Can I taste you?” I blurted, and he stilled.

“Baby,” his voice strained, and even though I was the one tied up, he was the one trembling next to me.