When he drew back from the kiss, his gaze was steady and clear. He reached down and slowly drew the silk belt from the loops of the dressing gown, the fabric whispering as he unfastened it.
"Then maybe we should get into practice," Carrick suggested. He let a handful of the silk drag slowly over Russell's skin before his fingers moved to stroke and caress his lover's strong wrists. "I'd like to see you lying with your hands bound, trembling as you wait for my touch."