Page 131 of Bound
Something like embarrassment floods her features. “You weren’t here until last night, remember?”
“So knock on my fucking door then!” I shout. She steps back. I grab her arms and shake her a little. “I would have rather you pounded on that damn panel as soon as I laid my head down than to sleep alone again last night.”
The way she watches me leaves disgust pouring through my veins.
I drop my head and release her. “I’m sorry, Amoret.” She doesn’t speak. “This is the man you think you want? Hell, you probably don’t anymore and I don’t even fucking blame you,” I mutter.
Silence.
Soft fingers slide along my cheeks, forcing me to raise my head. Her touch is tentative, like angel wings. “The man I see before me is the only one I have ever wanted. The only one I still want.” Her eyes dart over my face. “I know there are things between us that we need to resolve. But that’s why I want to stay in Lock Lake. To try. To see if this,” she presses her hand first on her chest and then mine, “is as amazing as I think it can be.”
“And if it’s not? If you finally realize I’m a volatile, violent animal in the guise of a man?”
Her hands smooth up my chest. My heart catches and she finally raises her gaze back to mine. “Then I will find a way to sooth the animal as much as the man.” Her smile is timid. Hopeful.
My fingers grip her hips and I pull her flush against me, dropping my head to hers to capture the full glory of her sexy little mouth.
Her gasp fades to a sigh of happiness that curls inside me, taking the fire to a soft bed of embers in my stomach.
I palm the side of her face, stroking my thumb back and forth over her smooth cheek.
She leans up and bites my bottom lip, drawing a growl from me. “Gage?” she breathes.
I kiss her again, this time softer, gentler than before. “Yes, baby?”
Her petite frame rubs suggestively over mine and my length stiffens with need. “Can anyone see us from the house?”
My mouth goes dry. “Did you see me?”
The laughter that pours from her is almost wicked, and, gods help me, I love it.
She grips my shirt and turns us so that her back presses into the tree. Her small hand drops, caressing me through the silk of my trousers. My head falls back.
Oh. Fucking. Gods.
“Amoret?” I grit out.
“Are you willing to work through everything and try?” she asks.
My head swims as she gives my length a strong squeeze. I gulp. “Baby, I’m willing to try until my last breath if it will make you happy.”
She damn near purrs. Letting me go, she shifts the side of her gown.
I stare as her creamy thighs grow visible in the shadows. As does the bare skin of her apex.
Need swamps me, leaving me panting and near to exploding in my slacks. “Baby girl?”
“I want you, Gage. Just you.” She pulls me closer, her other hand fumbling my zipper. My length slips free, the hot skin tickled by a strong breeze and her scalding hand. I grip her hips, lifting her and pressing her into the tree as my body nudges her already molten entrance.
“Baby, I’m yours. All yours,” I whisper as my lips brush hers. She rocks her hips, fitting us together in one silken glide of tight, wet heaven and velvet steel.
With her hands on my face, she forces me to look at her. The love brimming from her matches the emotion filling my head. The one tasting of Amoret and hope. “And I am yours.”
And in that moment, I know I will gladly work for the rest of my life to keep it that way.
