Undone, Volume 3 by Callie Harper Read Free Book Online

her body. She began a soft pant, her nipples hard and ready,
pressing against the fabric of her shirt. She liked that idea. The
intimate, private playground we could create together, here in the
mountains.
    “We’re snowed in,”
I whispered, husky against her, my hands traveling up to cup her
breasts. So soft, so responsive, I needed her naked now. But before I
did that, I need her to say yes. “This will be our secret.”
    “Yes.” She spoke it
softly, a whisper of an exhale more than a declarative yes. I pulled
away and looked into her eyes.
    “Yes?” She needed
to be sure.
    “Yes.” This time
she spoke with more authority, more sure of herself. She wanted this.
    I didn’t need any
more invitation. Standing up, I pulled her up with me and picked her
up into my arms. She didn’t weigh that much and she felt so good
pressed against me. We kissed our way into the master bedroom,
leisurely. My blood pounded and boiled within me, tense urgency
filling my veins. But I slowed myself down. We weren’t in a rush.
We weren’t going anywhere and no one was going to interrupt us.
There was every reason in the world to make this last.
    Gently, I placed her
down next to the bed. I took a few steps away. “Strip for me, Ana.”
I’d seen her naked before, of course, but we’d been so frenzied,
so frantic for each other. I wanted to watch her reveal herself to
me, see her arousal deepen as she grew more vulnerable.
    She brought her fingers
to the hemline of her T-shirt, looking up at me and biting her plump
lip. Then she pulled it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her
breasts jiggled with the movement, soft and ripe, pillowed above her
trim waist. Her nipples were a perfect dark pink, like lush
strawberries atop her creamy mounds. I wanted to sink my teeth right
into them.
    “Boxers,” I
demanded, already feeling the stiff press of my cock against my
jeans. She got me hard just sitting next to her on the piano bench.
Watching her stand there topless, nothing but my boxers covering her
lower half wasn’t going to last long.
    She tucked her fingers
into the waistband and slowly slid them down her curves, stepping out
of them with a natural grace. Even the curve of her spine as she bent
down turned me on. Every movement, every shift made me harder. She
drew herself to her full height, Venus rising from the ocean. Only,
thankfully, her hair just grazed her shoulders and didn’t leave
anything to the imagination.
    “Lie down on the bed
on your back,” I commanded. If she hesitated, I didn’t see. I was
already reaching for my bag where I’d packed a few restraints. I’d
never been a Boy Scout, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know how to
always be prepared.
    When I returned to the
bed, she was lying there as I’d told her. I pulled the silk band
taut in my hand with a snap. She jumped at the noise, looking at the
restraint nervously. With swift, sure movements, I caught her wrist
and bound her to the bedpost, then did the same on the other side.
She watched me as I worked, tense. I made sure she was held tight but
not uncomfortable. I wanted her to be able to squirm, enough room to
pull at her restraints, but not enough to break free. She needed to
feel bound.
    I worked more slowly
with her legs, teasing her with the silk, wrapping it around her calf
and slipping it down to her ankle. I knew the smooth fabric felt good
against her skin, slipping and sliding. But then I tied her ankle to
the post at the end of the bed. She twisted, still keeping her legs
together, as if there was any chance at remaining demure, chaste.
    I let her keep her
thighs pressed together, watching her rapid breathing, her peaked
nipples, her pulse pounding.
    “I’m going to tie
your other leg down.” I caressed it as I spoke, softly, gently. “I
want you spread open wide for me. Do you understand?”
    She looked at me,
heavy-lidded, still slightly hesitant. But then she nodded her head
yes. At that, I grabbed her remaining leg and