Chapter 69

All that ran through Matt's mind as he locked the door behind him, grabbed the box of condoms and followed Summer through to the master bedroom was, Thank you, thank you, thank you! She'd given him another chance. He wasn't stupid enough to waste it.
Inside the bedroom, Summer waited beside the bed, which was still rumpled from earlier. She'd already kicked off her flip-flops and had her hands on the waistband of her jeans.
"Hold it right there," he said. "I'd like to undress you this time - if you don't mind, that is."
"Not at all." She licked her lips, and his cock pulsed against the fly of his jeans.
He kicked off his own sandals and walked toward her. "Am I still allowed to tell you what to do in the bedroom?" It was a serious question. He'd always been the dominant one in their sexual encounters - well, almost always.
She dipped her head. "I'd like that. But just in the bedroom. That's the only part of my life where I'm at all submissive. Can you deal with that?"
"I get it. I'm used to strong women, sugar. That's part of your appeal."
"Cool." Then she lifted one eyebrow as if she had an idea - a wicked idea. "I've got an old beach towel that could be cut into four five-foot strips." She eyed the sturdy iron head and foot rails of the bed. "One thing you could never do down on the beach was tie me up."
Matt damn near came in his jeans. "Are you sure?"
Her breasts heaved as she sighed. "Oh yeah. I've wanted to try that for years."
"Are there scissors around here somewhere?" He had a hunting knife locked in the toolbox of his truck.
"Kitchen drawer below the silverware."
"You get the towel, I'll get the scissors." He all but ran down the hall to the kitchen and back.
Summer handed him a worn terry cloth towel sporting a once-bright parrot. With no compunction at all, Matt sliced it into four narrow strips and laid them on the foot of the bed. He placed the scissors on the dresser. "I suppose you're attached to that outfit."
"Just the T-shirt," Summer admitted. "I loved this concert. The rest I could care less about."
Matt picked up the scissors again. "Take the T-shirt off and put it on the dresser."
Summer nodded and slowly peeled off the snug cotton top. Her hips swayed as she moved over to fold it and laid it on the dresser. The band of a pair of gray cotton panties peeked out of the top of her jeans, letting him know she really hadn't expected to be having more sex tonight. She'd dressed for comfort, not seduction. Oddly, that was sexier to him than if she'd had on black lace.
"And the jeans." He didn't think the scissors were strong enough for denim.
She wiggled them down, stepped out of them and folded them atop her shirt. Then she stepped back into the center of the room, in her panties and a gray sports bra.
"Stand still," he instructed. He circled her slowly, taking in the view of Summer in nothing but her plain gray panties and bra. She was gorgeous.
She shivered under his gaze and her nipples poked out like little pebbles against the cotton of her bra.
"Cold?" He stood in front of her, and she lifted her gaze to his.
"No. Excited." Her flushed cheeks and rapid breath corroborated her statement.
"Then hold very still." He stepped up and with the hand not holding the scissors, he swept aside her hair. "Take both hands and hold your hair on top of your head so I don't accidentally snip any off."
Summer obediently lifted her hands and laced them through the heavy skein of her hair, pinning it to her head. Of course Matt enjoyed the side effect of her breasts being lifted as she raised her arms. Carefully laying the scissors along her sternum, he cut into the band of her bra between her breasts. After three snips the fabric parted, falling away from her gorgeous flesh.
Matt took the time to lean down and place a kiss on each taut, upturned nipple then moved around to her back, cutting the straps just above where they met. With just a little tug, the scraps fell off altogether, leaving her bare to the hips.
He kissed her spine before running a finger down it and into the waistband of her panties, sliding the finger all the way down into the crack of her curvy ass. Her hips wiggled into his touch, and he tapped one cheek gently with his finger. "Hold still, remember?"
"Got it." Her flush extended all the way down to her breasts now, which rose and fell rapidly with her breathing.
"Just a little more to go." He cut one side of her panties then the other in rapid succession. The scent of her arousal hit him strongly as he bent to pull away the remnant of clothing and toss it aside. If he didn't get on with things soon, he wasn't going to have time to enjoy tying her to the bed. "Now go lie in the middle of the bed." He kissed her neck to soften the command.
While Summer obeyed, he pulled off his own T-shirt and made sure the box of condoms was open on the nightstand. He paused at the foot of the bed, just to look at her, lying with her legs splayed and her arms up over her head.
All that beauty, all for him.
Matt was one lucky son of a bitch.