“Ice cream.” She giggled and bounced on her knees. “And rope.”

His eyes were trained on her chest then drifted downward. “Whatever you say.”

Brock tossed the rope onto the bed and ripped off his shirt. His erection pressed evidently into his pants, and she reached for him, stroking him.

“On your stomach.”

“Stomach?”

He raised his brows. “Do it.”

She flipped over but kept her gaze trained on him. He smiled and used a tactical knife to unbind the rope then cut the rope into strips. Methodically, he laid them at the foot of the bed. Excitement buzzed through her body as she stared at the four-poster bed. Her heart beat faster with each second she waited for him to pay attention to her.

Brock climbed onto the bed, straddling her naked legs, and walked his hands up her thighs, her bottom, her back. His palms flattened against her shoulder blades, and their heat burned clear into her heart.

Arousal pounded inside her, waiting for his next move. Both her arms were tucked by her side, and he took her left arm, slowly moving it to reach in front of her, then did the same with her right.

He leaned forward to kiss her neck. She shivered from anticipation and would kill to have more contact. But that was also part of the fun. His hands snaked up her biceps then forearms. One hand grabbed both her wrists while the other wrapped a line of rope around and around, securing her hands together.

“Such a beautiful body,” he growled, still hovering over her.

Brock shifted off of her, opening the ice cream container and unbuckling his pants. The two sounds stole her breath. Wetness dampened between her legs, and a throbbing need for his touch made her almost delirious.

Sarah turned her head to face him.

“Close your eyes, angel.” A devilish smile flashed. “Or don’t.”

A second later, he had pulled a silk pillowcase off a pillow and tied it over her eyes. His rough hands drifted down her back, stopping on the swell of her bottom. Strong fingers flexed and massaged. He bent over her, his tongue tracing an imaginary pattern on her skin. His teeth scraped along her side. Her skin reacted, so sensitive and aching for whatever he would do next.

A frozen surprise touched her calf. A heavy spoon ladled with ice cream dragged up the back of her leg. Melting streams slid on her skin. Larger scoops stayed in place, slowly melting ice cream drops on either side of her calves and thighs.

The sensations tickled down her leg, making her toes flutter and fan. A shiver ran up her spine. Icy coldness heated her mind. Then his tongue licked a liquid tendril off her calf. Strong, hard hands bent her leg at the knee, bringing her ankle to his mouth. Brock kissed, licked, and lapped at ice cream as it slid down to the backs of her knees.