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.

“So sweet.” He bit and nibbled when his mouth came to a torturous stop. Languidly, he placed her ankle back on the bed. His tongue swirled behind her knees.

Shivers erupted on her legs. A moan escaped her lips. His name fell from her mouth, aroused and husky, and her head twisted on the bed.

He smiled against her skin. His tongue snaked up the back of her thigh, cleaning away the ice cream, replacing the sticky cold with his mind-bending hotness. His branding kisses caressed over her cheek then skipped to the other side.

“Please, Brock.” She turned her head again, hoping her urgency would be conveyed. But he trailed his lips down her thigh, slowly, as the ice cream melted on her body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” And again, he repeated the ankle lift. The gentle sucks, the insane laps, clearing away the coldness and nuzzling into the sweet spot behind her knee. His lips were chilly but his tongue so warm. “Tastes even better.”

I had no idea that could feel so… amazing.

“There’s a new spot.” Cold lips dragged.

Her breathing was erratic. “Uh-huh.”

One hand smoothed the back of her legs, nudging her open, then swept across her wetness. “You like it.”

She nodded. “A lot.”

“Good to know, angel.”

Somehow, having her wrists tied together, her eyes blindfolded while his fingers explored her, made angel sound sexier than ever before. She pictured herself sprawled inches from the massive wood headboard. The carved bedposts feet away. Her body clenched, wondering how and when Brock would make use of the ropes he had cut. He wouldn’t be delicate with her. Not now. Not when she’d be crying out his name.