Page 14 of Bound By Words

One quick swipe against the card reader, and he was disappearing inside, his hand tugging at me impatiently. My opportunity to check out his room was brief before he’d stripped off his jacket, loosened his tie, and grasped the end of my cloak, yanking it from my shoulders and gracefully dropping it to the floor at his feet.

He took two steps forward, and I flattened against the closed door as his large hands caged me in, settling on the wood on either side of my head. His tongue peeked out again, wetting his lips as he stared down at me, his eyes intense as he slowly closed the distance between us. His warm, whiskey scented breath fanned over my lips and my mouth watered at the thought of him pressing them against mine. “I want to taste your sweet mouth. Can I kiss you?”

My heart sped faster as he watched me, not moving closer without my consent.

“I don’t know, can you?” I teased, watching his eyes flare with annoyance, enjoying the little thrill that ran through me at the sight. He was such an expressive man, his eyes revealing all his secrets.

“There are plenty of things I can do without kissing you,” he taunted. “But I won’t touch you unless you ask for it.”

“What happened to not holding back?”

Nathan’s lips hovered, just out of reach but I could almost feel the warmth of his lips. His face was the picture of patience as he waited for me to make a move. I could try to play it cool and call his bluff, but we both knew I was borderline desperate. At least, it felt like that. It’d been so long since I was attracted to a man this strongly, and my resistance was wearing thin.

“Kiss me,” I begged. My voice was a breathy whimper, knowing there wasn’t a reason to fight this.

Soft lips grazed mine momentarily before he tilted his head and then pushed forward again, his tongue coaxing my lips apart as he stole my breath. My palms flattened against the wood on either side of my hips, desperate to grab ahold of him, but after his reaction in the courtyard, I wasn’t sure how he’d take me touching him.

The measured intensity of his kiss was firm but sensual, our lips parting fractionally before he sealed his mouth over mine and drove me into a frenzy with his tongue. My nails bit into the wood beneath my hands, my chest tight before I finally tilted my head and gasped as his lips blazed down my neck, pausing briefly to suck on my collarbone. “I fucking love it when you tell me what you want.”

“Oh God,” I moaned as one of his large hands left the door and quickly pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress, the soft satin and lace falling to the floor in a puddle at my feet with a few tugs of his fingers.

His hand pressed on the center of my back, pulling me up against his chest as he returned to my mouth, resuming his fevered exploration of my lips with his.

When our lips parted this time, he barely allowed me to suck in a shallow breath before I was crushed to his chest, one of his large hands grasping the back of my thigh as he held me tight and turned into the room. It only took a few strides to cross the space toward the bed, then he laid me down against the cool sheets, his large body following me onto the mattress as I hurried back toward the pillows.

“These are hot,” he chuckled as he grasped my ankle and slowly pulled my heel loose, dropping it off the side of the bed and repeating the action with the other. “But let’s take them off for now. I might let you mark my ass with them later if you ask nicely.”

Unable to respond because I was panting so hard, I nodded, watching as he leaned back on his heels and unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt. He rolled them up to his elbows and loosened his tie before pulling it over his head, slowly crawling over the top of me with the silk grasped in his hand.

“I want to use this to bind your hands, but you’re in charge here. Tell me to stop, and this ends,” he whispered, looking down at me for confirmation. I nodded, and he shook his head slowly. “Not how this works, sunshine. I need the words. Red means stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, and an almost predatory grin pulled at his lips, his teeth slowly scraping against his bottom lip.

“I won’t unless you say so…” His voice was rough as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “Now, be a good girl and place your hands above your head.”

My eyes widened as he leaned back, slowly kissing my lips as one of his hands traced down my arm, his fingers gripping my wrist and coaxing my hand above my head. I followed suit with the other automatically, and he released me from his kiss, quickly slipping the soft silk of his tie over my hands. He loosely bound my wrists and forearms before he leaned back, dragging both of his warm palms down the inside of my arms, along my sides, his thumbs barely grazing my red lace-covered nipples before they continued their route south.

“You look so pretty laid out for me, my sexy girl. And so fucking soft. Fuck, I could trace your skin all night. So responsive.”

He made eye contact as he slowly peeled my lace thong from my hips, sliding it down my legs as he leaned back. His gentle hand cupped my ankle, urging my leg outward before he climbed between my outstretched legs.

“And look how wet you are, sunshine,” he groaned as he looked down at where I was exposed. “I can see you dripping from here. There wasn’t any use fighting this, was there? You want this as much as I do.”

His fingers gently stroked the skin next to where I was desperate for his touch, and then they were gone, his grin widening when my hips tried to follow.

“Oh God, don’t stop.”

Soft involuntary moans filled the air as his palms pressed flat against my knees, pushing them apart as large hands resumed their travels north. His fingers stopped short of where I wanted him, teasing once more with barely there touches.

“Please,” I panted, my voice almost desperate as his thumbs traced the inside of my thighs, grazing where I was eager for him to explore. “Touch me.”

“Hmmm,” he rumbled, and I pressed my head back into the pillow. My fingers grasped the soft cotton above my head from their bound position. They clenched the material as he pressed his thumb into me, dipping experimentally before he sat back on his heels and sucked the digit between his lips. “So sweet.”

“Please,” I begged again, hating how my voice sounded, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him—on me, inside me, touching me, teasing me. My hips squirmed against the bed, desperate for any friction as I waited for him to have his way with me.

“So impatient,” he taunted in that husky tone, my eyes closing at the rough whisper. “My sunshine is desperate for my touch. You can’t stop squirming. Empty and aching for me.”

Normally, a guy continuing to call me such a childish nickname would have driven me insane, but the way his lips moved when he said it made me want to hear him say it more. The only thing I wanted more was to see him moan my name—lips parted in pleasure—but it appeared I was far from in charge during this encounter.

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