Page 92 of A False Start
She walks her fingers up my heaving chest. Beauty and the Beast facing off in a remote mountain cabin. “There you are. Been wondering when you were going to man up enough to take what you want.”
My breathing is slightly labored as I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you trying to piss me off?” I watch the gooseflesh race down her arms.
“No.” Her voice comes out breathy, and I see her nipples pebbling beneath her shirt. “I’m trying to wake you the fuck up.”
“Mission accomplished, Wildflower.”
Her chin juts out in challenge, not the least bit intimidated by me. She never has been. I wouldn’t want her to be. “Good.”
“Get your ass back to that table so we can talk.” I gesture over my shoulder toward the kitchen.
“Make me.” Her eyes flash, irises shifting earth tones, like living flames. “I’m not much in the mood for talking,Griffy. I’d rather you bend me over tha—”
With one arm, I reach down and heft her over my shoulder, quirking a smile at her delighted squeal. Should have known she wanted to work out the tension this way. I swat her ass firmly with my free hand before reaching for the rope hanging beside the door.
“What did I tell you about the next time you called me Griffy, Wildflower?”
She squirms as I storm across the house before depositing her on the chunky wooden farm table and pushing myself to stand between her spread thighs. I toss the rope down beside her, not missing the way her tongue darts out across her lips as her eyes flit to it.
“I’m having a tough time remembering.” She taps a finger over her lips. “It was so long ago.”Bullshit.She’s been trying to goad me since the second she stepped foot on my front porch.
“We should really talk. And I’ll tie you to a chair if you try to run off again.” My gaze bounces back and forth between her eyes, looking for a sign that she’s uncertain or confused. But all I find is pure heat and longing.
“Later.” She tosses the floral print journal onto the floor before reaching down to pull her shirt over her head, letting it fall to my feet. “Right now, I want you inside me. I want to feel like I’m yours and you’re mine. Not anyone else’s. I need that.”
There’s hurt written in her words. And all I want to do is erase it. If this is how she wants me to do it, I’m hardly going to deny her. Especially not with the sight of her soft breasts straining against the pale pink cups of her lace bra. There’s no padding and the translucent effect has my cock straining against my jeans instantly. Her dusty pink nipples tease me.
I reach out and twist one between my thumb and forefinger, watching her full lips pop open with a surprised gasp.
“You jealous, Wildflower?”
Her jaw pops as she stares up at me, feral and turned on. The prettiest blush stains her bronzed skin. “Yes,” she grinds out, like it physically pains her to admit it.
“Don’t be. You’re all I want.” My eyes race over her skin, watching her heartbeat jump in her neck and the blush creep down her chest. “You’re all I think about.” I lean over her, hands against the tabletop, and lick that pulse point. “You’re all I dream about.” She makes a mewling noise, and I clamp my teeth into her neck hard enough to leave a mark.My girl likes that.“You’re allmine. You’re it for me.” I pull back to take her in, to make sure she hears me clearly. “Now lose the fucking pants. I want you naked and begging for it.”
She stands instantly, chest pressing against mine as she shucks off her jeans. I groan when I catch sight of the matching lace panties.
This girl is going to be the fucking death of me.
She moves to turn away from me and bend herself over the table, but as much as I love fucking her from behind, I want to see her face today. “Nuh-uh.” My hands wrap around her waist as I spin her back toward me and lift her onto the edge. One palm to the center of her chest, I press her down flat across the width of the table, reveling in the quiet gasp the cool surface against her back elicits from her pretty mouth. She hits me with a hungry look, a flash of nerves in her eyes. I know she’s not quick to open up. Shit, neither am I. But if we’re going to make a go of this, then we’re both going to have to try. “Like this, so I can see your face when I fill you up.”
I press a thumb against her clit through the thin lace and watch her body buck beneath me.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, fingers trying to dig into the wood beneath her.
“Are you wet for me, Nadia?” I ask as I stare down at the beautiful body laid out across my table.Right where she belongs.
“Yes,” she whispers as she looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
I already knew the answer. I can feel her wetness through the triangle of lace that’s doing a very poor job of covering her up.
“I’m going to tie your wrists. Would you like that?”
Her top teeth sink into her lower lip. “Yes.”
With one more press to her clit, I move away to the opposite side of the table, grabbing the rope as I go. She moves her wrists up above her head, and I quickly wind the rope around them before tying it to the ladder-back chair at the opposite side of the table. I give the rope a tug and smirk when it holds fast. You don’t grow up on a ranch and not learn how to tie a good knot.
I stride slowly back to the other side of the table, watching her chest rise and fall with the speed of her panting. Her nipples poke through the lace as she squeezes her thighs together, clearly trying to ease the ache between them. I move to stand close, brushing against her knees where they dangle over the edge.
