Page 15 of The Ties That Bind

Unconsciously, I licked my lips and her breath hitched while her eyes dropped to my mouth. The air around us crackled with electricity, longing, and expectation. It was like the first time we met all over again.

Once again, everything around us ceased to exist—it was just me and this woman, the woman I’d wanted every minute of every day. The woman I thought was lost to me. And maybe she was, but right now? She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was right there in front of me, written plainly on her face … in the sawing of her chest, the flush of her cheeks, the hazy lust in her eyes.

Leaning forward, I cupped her cheek in my palm and she leaned into the caress. “It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I whispered, scant inches separating us.

Her eyes sought mine. “It’s just physical,” she agreed.

“It’s always been this way between us.”

She nodded. “I’m powerless where you’re concerned.”

“It’s chemistry.”

“Not chemistry. Physics,” she corrected. “Space, time … it doesn’t matter. We’ll always find each other.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about so just shut up and kiss me already,” I said, stabbing my hand through her hair and tugging her close.

When my lips crashed down on hers, she moaned into my mouth and flung her leg over me. Using the heel of her boot to anchor herself, she dragged her body across the hood of the car until she straddled me. Breaking our kiss, Arabella stared down at me, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered against my lips.

Kiss.

“The worst,” I agreed.

Kiss.

“We should stop,” she quipped, doing the exact opposite by licking the seam of my mouth.

Kiss.

“You first,” I challenged, nipping at her lush bottom lip.

There was no use pretending we were stopping anytime soon. Like I’d said, it’d always been this way between us. Once the match was lit, it was only a matter of seconds before the whole world went up in flames around us. I was fire and she was my kerosene.

“I want to touch you,” I told her, dragging my hand down her neck and resting it on her exposed collarbone. “I need my hands on you.”

Arabella arched her back in invitation as she rocked her hips over my aching cock. “Then touch me Xander.”

Her voice, soft and husky with lust, sounded like warm honey drizzled over ice cream—my absolute favorite dessert of all time.

I groaned with need as my palm traced the slope of her breast until it rested full and heavy in my hand. Ghosting my fingers over her nipple, the nub drew taut under the thin cotton of her t-shirt and bra. I leaned forward and took the tight peak in my mouth and sucked, wetting the fabric. My tongue danced and swirled over her while she gripped my head tight against her chest.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

I chuckled before moving to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. She knew damn well what I was doing to her—it was the same thing I’d always done. I was using my lips, tongue, and teeth to make her crazy with desire, drive her out of her mind with need. I knew she’d be wet and I hadn’t even touched her yet. Not really.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Dragging her shirt up, I was treated to the sight of Arabella’s perfect fucking tits, something I thought I’d never see again. Only, they weren’t exactly how I remembered. Her nipples were a slightly darker and the tear drop shape of them was fuller, weightier in my hands, as I ran my thumb back and forth over her nipple. My eyes took their fill and I felt a mighty pang of heartache. Once upon a time, these breasts would have grown heavy with milk for our baby girl. Arabella might look different from how I remembered her, but the changes our love had wrought on her body made her all the more beautiful to me now.

Closing my eyes on a sigh of regret for a life that would never be, I leaned close and circled the dusky pink peak with my tongue as she shuddered against me. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I flicked my tongue back and forth, teasing her just the way I knew she liked as I rolled the other between my hard, calloused fingers and plucked. My lips drawing away with a pop, I dropped my hands to her waist and guided her hips over me.

“Ride me, baby,” I breathed, pushing her down onto my straining shaft.

“I can’t …” she breathed out. “I … it’s not …” Arabella’s eyes slammed shut as she fought the feeling.

As she tried to deny her orgasm, her finger nails dug into the muscles of my back while her hips, acting of their own accord, rolled over me.

“Just let go,” I whispered against her neck as I licked a path over the pounding vein there and then sucked her skin into my mouth. “Don’t fight it.”

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