Page 57 of Moros

“Seriously, Khadri, my body isn’t built for this.”

She was sitting astride me, her full weight on me.

Instead of speaking, I kissed her, sucking her coffee-tasting tongue into my mouth and moaning while sliding a palm down her back to her ass.

I tapped a cheek then squeezed as she sighed and melted even more to my chest.

“Khadri, we can’t.” She panted. “Not here.”

“I know?—”

She kissed me again.

“I just wanted to taste you?—”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

I tilted my head back to stare into her eyes, wondering what she meant by that. But when she smiled, tangled her arms around my neck and pressed her perfect breasts against me, that thought quickly vanished.

“If you wanted to feel me up, Khadri.” She took one of my hands and brought it down to one of her breasts. “You just had to ask.”

“I love it when you’re brave.”

“Brave?” She nipped my ear and sighed hotly into it. “There’s a difference between horny and brave.”

I laughed and kissed her again.

Holding her body to mine, I tried enjoying the moment. It had been years since I found myself like this with anyone—with the scars, women shied away from me.

Two blind dates taught me I wasn’t anyone’s type.

After a while, I got used to that.

But this woman, her body curvy, voluptuous and sliding over mine. Her hair fragrant, her skin soft under my fingertips—this woman was bringing me to a place where I wanted to hope again.

I knew there wasn’t any way I could get enough of her in the truck. And my body ached while we kissed and touched in the limited space of the vehicle. She held my hand all the way back to my place and I couldn’t get her in the house fast enough.

I couldn’t get her clothes off gently enough and we didn’t make it to the bedroom.

In the living room, I shoved her to the sofa, tore her shorts and top from her body and stood over her, panting, trying to calm myself as her dark nipples tightened under my stare.

Moaning, I allowed my eyes to drift down to her shapely, imperfect thighs. She was also now hiding her delectable breasts from me which I would never tolerate.

Ryanne drew her thighs together, hiding the treasure I knew she held between. Smiling, I peeled my damp shirt off my shoulders and tossed it somewhere. Undoing my belt, I pulled it from the loop and used it to bind her wrists together and lifted her arms above her head to rest against the back of the sofa.

Wandering from the room, I returned with two of my ties. They were brand new since I had no intentions of ever wearing them.

Pasha thought I needed to look professional when I met with distributors and the like—I never saw the need to be that professional.

They were coming in hand now.

Her eyes widened as I knelt down and began securing each of her ankles to on of the coffee table’s legs.

“Khadri?”

The panic in her voice was evident.

“Tell me what the fear is, Shorty.” I sat between her spread legs, staring at the moisture against her lips, the head of her clit teasing me from between them.

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