Page 5 of Ties That Bind Us

Now he was speaking my language.

“It’s hard to find someone who sparks my interest the way you did.” He was even closer now.

“You know nothing about me,” I reminded him. We’d only met a few hours ago at most.

“I know you’re adventurous, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to come. And I know you know what you want. I admire the way you cut to the chase with that guy back at the restaurant. I know you’re beautiful, and witty, and I’d love to know your real name.” He gave me a hopeful smile, leaning in even closer.

“Don’t you think it’s better this way? Keeping things as impersonal as possible? Isn’t that what you want? You don’t strike me as someone looking for commitment.”

“And I know you’re perceptive.” He chuckled, then finished the rest of his whiskey. “You’re right, I’m not. I usually like to leave things with as few strings as possible.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do, and tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways and everybody is happy.”

“Deal,” he said, eyeing me as if he didn’t believe a word I had just said.

The pull between us was magnetic. I found myself leaning toward to him, and before I knew what was happening, his lips brushed against mine. It was a small, gentle touch, but it ignited an inferno between us, and soon his hands were traveling all over me. He pressed his body against mine, easing me inside the room. I backpedaled until my ankles hit the couch and we both tumbled back into it.

I took a second to appreciate how hot he was—those deep-brown eyes that felt like they could see into your soul, the colorful tattoos drawn on his skin, the way each of his muscles was so perfectly toned it looked like he was sculpted out of stone. He was gorgeous, head and shoulders above anyone else I’d ever been with, and once again, I felt outmatched.

As he hovered above me, his lips trailed from my lips to my neck to my chest. The way he kissed me was like nothing I had ever experienced before—so sensual and commanding that I felt the electricity all the way down to my toes. His lips met mine again and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every inch of it as he twined his fingers in my hair. With a gentle pull, he took full control over me. I was completely at his mercy with just a simple kiss.

Our kiss turned hungry, like we were desperate for each other. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he slipped my dress over my head and tossed it to the side. His fingers were like magic, unhooking my bra and pulling it off in one swift motion. He ripped at the buckle of his belt and took his pants off hastily. A flash of silver strapped to his ankle caught my attention. Was that a gun? I sucked in a sharp breath, unsure if I was scared or turned on. He picked up on my apprehension and took the gun and its holster off quickly, and set them on the coffee table.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I swear, you’re safe with me.”

And for better or worse, I took his word for it without another thought.

He wasted no time in taking control, pinning my wrists above my head and kissing my lips briefly before working his way down my body. First my chin, then biting gently at my neck, to my chest, and finally stopping when his head was even with my breasts. He dragged his tongue along the sensitive skin and then pulled back slightly, blowing cool air against it and sending chills over my entire body. I jerked against his restraint of my arms, but he held me firmly in place. There was nothing gentle about this man, but I was loving every second of his domination and control.

“You are so hot.” A smirk formed at the corner of his lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “It feels incredible. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Patience, beautiful.” He returned his lips to my chest. He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. His teeth dragged over it, eliciting just enough pain to drive me absolutely crazy. He was rough and commanding, but the feel of his body against mine took me so high I wasn’t sure I’d ever come down. I could already feel the slickness between my legs, my traitorous body giving my arousal away.

I bent my knees, letting them fall open softly and exposing myself even more to him. He twitched in surprise at my willingness but quickly regained his composure. His head dipped between my legs and when I felt the flick of his tongue against my thigh, I let out a sharp gasp. How was it possible he already knew exactly where to touch me?

My reaction only egged him on and he let my wrists go, dragging his fingers down my body painfully slowly until they reached my thighs. I could tell by the devilish look on his face that he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was enjoying every second of it. His eyes locked with mine as his fingers plunged inside of me. He stroked slowly at first and then quickened his pace, pumping ferociously as I arched my back, teetering on the edge of orgasm. He played with me like I was a puppet, dangling helplessly from his strings, and he was the domineering master watching me wiggle and squirm for his pleasure.

“Mmm . . .” I could hardly form words, it felt so good. I raked my fingers along his back, holding on as if my life depended on it. No one had ever made me feel like this before—it was absolutely intoxicating. I’d never get enough of him.

As if reading my mind, he reached into the pocket of his pants for a condom. I took it from him, tearing it open and then slipping it over his rock-hard length.

“I wanted to make this a little more special for you, but I don’t think I can wait either,” he whispered.

“It’s already been perfect. I want to make you feel good too.” I grinned and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me until our lips connected again.

“Give me your ankle,” he ordered. I lifted my leg and he took it, resting it on his shoulder and stroking the sensitive skin of my thigh.

“You’re sure?” he asked, checking to be sure I was still okay with all of this. How was it possible he was still a gentleman, even in the middle of rough, hot sex?

I nodded, assuring him I was.

He didn’t need any further encouragement and slipped inside of me. It took my breath away at first, filling me up to the very brim as he eased himself in. He moved slowly, letting me get used to it as his hips pumped against mine. My lips parted in a moan, but he stifled it with his kiss. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”

A blush immediately came to my cheeks. Something about the way he said it made me believe it.

His hips bucked against mine a little bit faster, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. I arched my back, gasping sharply as each thrust felt better than the last. I couldn’t contain my moans and screams, but he didn’t seem to mind. Faster and faster he pumped against me, driving me to the brink of orgasm.

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