Page 70 of Bound By Words

I wasn’t typically this sex-obsessed, reserving playtime for the weekends or carefully scheduled weekday outings. Living the lifestyle 24/7 never appealed to me. Still, Kelly had flipped a switch in my libido, and I was now likely giving a twenty-year-old a run for his money in the sexual appetite category. It was simultaneously addicting and terrifying. I hadn’t gotten this hard, this often, in years.

“What are you up to?” She’d scattered battery-powered candles across the island, giving the room a soft glow despite the raging storm that continued to shake the windows. “Setting the ambiance for something?” I asked as I wiped my cold hands on my thighs, fruitlessly trying to warm them up before I touched her. Because I was going to touch her, it was inevitable. I’d kept my hands to myself until she was ready, but my restraint was thin.

“I found these in the bathroom and some batteries in a drawer in the island,” she said over her shoulder as she resumed stirring something in a mug on the counter. “I’m not sure how long they’ll last, but they’re a little less jarring than your crime scene lights over there.” She gestured to the work light I’d aimed toward a corner, but she was right. The bright white light was a little much. I’d have to try to drape something over it to lessen the harshness of it.

“Smells good in here,” I hummed, bracing my hands against the counter on either side of her hips.

“Hot cocoa. There’s plenty for you, too,” she smiled as she leaned back against my shoulder. “I think the water heater might be gas. I managed to fill a thermos I found in the pantry with super hot water. Figured this would be the easiest way to warm us up until you get the fire going.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, softly kissing her neck, enjoying how she visibly shuddered and sagged back into my chest. I was likely getting her sweater all wet, but I didn’t intend to let her keep it on all night. It’d have plenty of time to dry draped over the arm of the couch. “I bet that cocoa doesn’t taste nearly as good as you did. I can still taste you on my lips.”

“What happened to restraint Nathan?” she chuckled, tilting her mouth toward mine, her warm chocolate-scented breath fanning my lips.

“You finished your checklist. My restraint isn’t here anymore. It’s time to play, sunshine. Are you ready for me?”

“Are you finally going to show me yours?” she whispered, softly ghosting her lips over mine.

“I’m going to show you all kinds of things, gorgeous. Let’s get that fire going and lay it all out on the table.”

“You can lay me on the table,“ she giggled, nipping at my bottom lip.

“I’m going to lay you everywhere you’ll let me, as often as you want,” I growled as I spun her around and grasped her hips tightly, no longer caring if I was getting her clothing wet as I kissed her with all the pent-up energy I’d been repressing for days.

“We don’t need the lists right now, do we?” she gasped as I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I stumbled toward the living room.

“Fuck,” I grunted as she yanked at the hair on the back of my head, biting at my neck. “I had plans for us tonight.”

“I have better plans,” she growled into my skin. “Fuck me. Right here. Right now. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Such a naughty girl, sunshine,” I groaned as my fingers dug into her ass. Nearly stumbling over the rug under the couch, I perched her on the back, gripping her cheeks and kissing her like I’d wanted to for days. It was rough and messy, lips fighting for dominance as she ripped at the buttons on my shirt, her fingers digging into my pecs as she yanked the sides apart.

My fingers crept beneath the hem of her sweater, tracing a line across her lower back.

“Fuck,” she shrieked as she pulled away from me, flailing for a moment before she fell backward against the couch cushions.

“Oh fuck,” I chuckled as I looked down at her shocked face. Well, just like everything else between us, that hadn’t gone to plan. “Are you alright?”

“Your fingers are fucking freezing,” she giggled as she poked one of her sock-covered toes into the center of my chest.

“It’s fucking cold outside. What were you expecting?”

Shaking my head, I left her lying there upside down on the couch as I moved to the fireplace, getting started on what I should have done before she distracted me in the closet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked as she swung her legs around and joined me in front of the fireplace.

“You said I was freezing, so I’m making a fire to warm up.” I smirked as she sat back on her heels, watching as I opened the heat-resistant glass doors of the fireplace, a cold wind swirling into the room.

“We were in the middle of something. Your fingers would have warmed up,” she pouted as she watched me arrange the pieces of wood in the grate carefully around some pieces of tinder.

“Or you can be patient and wait until I ensure we don’t freeze tonight.”

An adorable little growl built in her chest as she watched me work, but she didn’t say anything further until I stoked the flame and closed the doors once the fire had caught the pieces of firewood.

“Are you finished now?”

Dusting my hands off on my thighs, I sat back, watching her squirm across from me. She was such an impatient little thing sometimes. Maybe it was time to teach her a lesson in restraint.

“Actually,” I started, sadistically enjoying the little thrill I got from the flare of defiance I saw across her features. “I’d like to change into something dry, and then we’re going to play a little game.”

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