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because the vibrator was distracting her.
    “What got you so wet?” he demanded, pulling the bullet out of her slit. “Even before we got started.”
    He watched her narrowly through heavy eyelids as he lifted the relubricated bullet toward her other nipple. She bit her lip to prevent moaning like a crazed woman.
    “I don’t know,” she mumbled, keeping the vibrating silver tip in her sight. “You did.”
    “Did the idea of me restraining you like this excite you?”
    The bullet came nearer, the tip a fraction of an inch from her beading nipple.
    “Harper?”
    “Yes,” she choked. She instinctively arched her back, desperate for the little vibrator’s wicked touch on her breast. He’d guessed what she’d do, apparently, because he moved the tip just out of reach of her thrusting breast.
    “I’m glad,” he said, and despite her intense arousal and focus on the vibrator, her gaze leapt to his face. His expression appeared genuinely gratified. Relieved, even? Surely it was an illusion, that he seemed to care so much that her sexual turn-ons coincided so well with his.
    “Were you masturbating? Before I knocked on your door tonight?”
    “
What
?” she asked disbelievingly.
    “Just answer me. And be honest.”
    Her gaze skittered anxiously between the bullet hovering so close to her puckered nipple and his face.
    “Yes,” she gasped unevenly.
    He looked hard and satisfied at once. “And what did you think of while you touched yourself?”
    Heat rushed into her cheeks. Her head fell back on the pillow. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me say it.”
    “Say it. But only if it’s true.”
    “You know I thought about you,” she blurted out in frustration. “You know I thought of what you did to me last night on the boat. I haven’t been able to think of hardly anything else since then. Oh God,” she shouted, because suddenly his lips covered her nipple and he was sucking her into his mouth. She writhed in agony, but the positioner held firm. Her nipple popped out of his suctioning mouth a moment later. He looked up, still tonguing her erect, reddened nipple lasciviously. She groaned at the intensely erotic sight. He lunged forward, quick as a flash, and pierced her open lips with his tongue. He kissed her with the savage urgency she was coming to expect of him, yet she knew she’d never get used to it. Never stop craving.
    “Your eyes and your hair, your beautiful body,” he grated out next to her well-kissed, puffy lips a moment later while she panted,” all of those things turn me on. But your honesty . . .” Her eyes sprang wide and she jumped, because he’d just worked the tip of the vibrator between her labia and was directly stimulating her clit. Her nerves sizzled. Oh God, she couldn’t breathe—
    “I think I want your honesty most of all. Now give it to me.”
    She ignited. It felt strange and unbelievably good climaxing while restrained in the positioner, Jacob’s hungry stare on her face while she shuddered in pleasure. She felt both controlled and yet utterly in control, like she was in a free fall with a safety net always just inches beneath her. She fell for what felt like an eternity before she nestled down into the security of the restraint, coming to herself at the sensation of Jacob nuzzling her breasts and then running his lips across her ribs. He’d removed the vibrator from her clit, which must explain why she was drawing full—if erratic—breaths into her lungs. His lips brushed across her heaving belly. He hovered just above her mons and inhaled.
    “I love your scent,” she heard him say gruffly.
    She could smell it, too, the fragrance of her pleasure perfuming the air. Biting her lip, she watched as his head lowered. He kissed her labia just above her clitoris, the gesture solemn. Then he was kissing her again, worshiping the tender skin inside her knee and sweeping his lips along the inside of her thigh. This, too, struck her as sweet. Arousing. That such a