Handcuffed in Housewares: Tulle and Tulips, Book 3 by Nikki Duncan

Burton pulled her hands back to his thighs and squeezed lightly.
    Still squeezing Leigh’s hands, he pulled her hands to his hips. The move gave her no choice but to lean forward. He stared into her eyes with the intention to kiss her a naked declaration.
    His mouth, his kisses and wanting more, had kept her driving every time she’d considered turning the car around. They’d been the motivation she needed to get out and walk to his door. Then he’d called her and she’d been helpless against the idea of feeling him, tasting him, again.
    “Burton.”
    He released her hands and placed his on the mattress on either side of her hips. Leaning across the few lingering inches, he kissed her. Like the first time he didn’t plunge and plunder, though she wouldn’t argue if he did. Seduction seemed to be his natural style, which possibly made him more dangerous than any risk-loving player. He didn’t ask for anything kinky and crazy, which only made her want to give it to him.
    “You’re stunning.” He pressed tiny kisses to the corners of her mouth and along the lines of her cheekbones.
    “You’re not shabby.” The lack of pressure from him became a pressing weight of need in her stomach.
    “Will you stay the night?” He moved his attention to her neck, lingered at the edge of her collar.
    Shivers painted her body in shades of brilliance. Passion and fire. Warm and enticing. Denying Burton and the demands of her body might be the smart move, yet it wasn’t what she wanted. It was the last thing she wanted.
    “I have an early meeting.”
    “I have a reliable alarm clock.”
    It was all the encouragement she needed to stay and indulge in a little thrill. Kissing him like he had her, she feathered soft touches along his face. When she reached his ear she shifted from light kisses to the lightest of nibbles on his lobe. “Your blinds.”
    “Are closed,” he whispered.
    “Would you enjoy it more if they were open?”
    “Not particularly.”
    His lips curled against her neck. “Besides, my room faces the oncoming street more directly than the office.”
    She held his lobe and pulled gently with her teeth, extending the soft flesh almost to its max. “I’ve noticed.”
    “Are you saying you’d be okay with it if I preferred them open? Someone could see us.”
    She trembled. It was taboo and there was no way of knowing who might see them or how they would respond. With Burton’s mouth on her she didn’t care about the danger. The spark of his desire bled through her and inflamed her willingness to take the advice of her friends. “I think so, yes.”
    He pulled back and faced her. Studied her with an unblinking intensity. “Are you asking for this because you think it’s more exciting for me?”
    “Can you tell me it isn’t?” Yes. No. She wanted to hear both answers because both held a rush of possibilities.
    If he got more excited by the danger it would be an excuse to indulge the side of herself she’d locked down. The idea of him being more excited by having her to himself was just as delicious.
    “The thrill of being caught is tantalizing. The idea of wondering if your neighbors saw you would linger in the back of your mind every time you go to your mailbox.”
    He touched the underside of her chin with the tip of a finger and made sure she was looking into the depths of his brown gaze. He searched her eyes for her secrets, and the intensity of his search scorched a path into her heart until she was certain he’d read her mind.
    “You weren’t appalled when you found me in Hearth and Home.”
    She shook her head.
    “Surprised and a little embarrassed, but not turned off.” His finger flexed against her chin. He never blinked. “You’ve indulged in games before.”
    She nodded.
    “You got burned by whoever you trusted. That’s why you’re so conservative now.”
    Words wouldn’t come to her. She wasn’t even sure her voice would work if she could form a thought in her brain. She settled