Page 102 of Bound to You

“What?” I can’t help the nervous laugh that comes out of me. “You’d really move? You’d leave this place? Leave the hotel?”

“Nothing means more to me than you, not anymore.” He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close. “I’ve been bound to you since the first time your perfect lips touched mine. Nothing can change that now.”

Flowers bloom in my heart as I rise up on my toes and press my lips to his.

He’d give up everything for me? I don’t know what god to thank that I got so lucky.

Painting means everything to me. It’s been there for me through everything, through my hardest days when I angrily threw paint on the page, or the best days when I basked in the sun, lazily adding mindless details. Now that I’ve got it back, I don’t ever want to lose it again. I don’t want to lose that part of myself. This place and these people helped me figure that out, and I don’t want to lose them either.

The kiss is soft at first, loving, admiring, but it quickly turns hungry. Teeth clashing and nipping of lips. Caio’s arms reach beneath me, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us across the room before pressing my back to the wall.

My hips grind into his as he tangles a hand in my hair.

“Wait, what about Nora?” I ask between kisses.

“I hope she’s gone for her own sake,” he laughs as he palms my ass under my denim shorts. I moan as Caio’s tongue swipes against my own. I’m intoxicated by just the taste of him.

“Are you trying to kill me with those sounds, sweetheart?” Caio pins me to the wall with his hips, making me very aware of his building hardness as he rips the button of my shorts open and yanks them down my hips, leaving my purple lace panties on display, and my bare ass pressed against the gallery wall.

“Fuck, Isla,” he growls, rubbing a thumb over my sensitive spot.

“Please,” I beg as I fumble with his zipper.

“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he grins, pulling his hard cock out. I swallow in anticipation.

He yanks my panties to the side and swipes the head of his cock against me, making me moan.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he says, watching me as he uses one hand to tuck my hair behind my ear and the other to guide himself into me.

“Oh, god.” I lean my head back against the wall.

“So pretty,” he says, slowly pulling out before he inches back into me, his rhythm loving and worshiping. I move my hips in time with him, keeping my ankles locked around his waist, keeping him close.

“I wish you could see how you look right now, if only so you could paint me a picture replica that I could hang in my office.” He sucks on my neck in between his words. “I want to see you like this every day.”

I chuckle and he brings his lips to mine, lightly tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, kissing me deeply.

“Or maybe we could hang it right here, and you can be reminded of this moment every time you walk into this room.”

“I don’t need a painting to remind me of this moment. I don’t think I could ever forget it,” I pant.

He smirks, bringing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, I love you.”

I grip his head in my hands, pulling his mouth back to mine, kissing him hard before I pull back, looking into my favorite eyes. “I love you too.”

Caio stills inside of me, searching my eyes for the truth. I stare straight back at him, my eyes confident. There’s no doubt anymore, no I think, no maybe, just this.

A second later, he hoists me higher, angling deeper into me and thrusting all of his weight into me. He pins my hips to the wall with his hands as he picks up his pace, fucking me so hard the paintings on the wall shake on their hooks next to me.

“God, Caio.” I yank on his hair.

“Quiet sweetheart, unless you want everyone on the street to hear just how well the new best-selling artist of Ruby Cove gets fucked. We can give them a show if you like.”

“Oh my g—” My voice fails me as his words make the pleasure build in my stomach.

He chuckles, pressing a hand in between us, teasing my clit with every push of his hips.

“Fuck, Caio, please don’t stop.”