Page 58 of Soul Bound

Her eyes search mine, for what? I don’t know. But whatever she’s looking for she must find, because she takes another step so she’s standing between my thighs. The low bed frame makes it so we’re eye level, a rare occurrence given our obvious height difference.

She leans forward, her lips just an inch away from mine. “Is this still a bad idea?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “But I don’t care anymore.”

I close the distance between us and crush my mouth to hers. Ineedto kiss her. Like Ineedthe oxygen in my lungs. Ineedto feel her pressed against me again, Ineedto touch her, Ineedto consume her.

So, I do.

I don’t wait for an invitation; I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Hers meets mine, just as greedy and willing. I grab the nape of her neck and pull her closer while also holding her in place. Her hands fall from my chest to grip my bare shoulders, the lightest prick of her nails digging into my skin urges me on harder.

Our mouths work together in a perfect dance, like we’ve been doing this forever instead of just the one time before.

She moans against my mouth when I slightly nip at her bottom lip with my teeth. Her hands travel back up, this time to my hair, her small hands tugging at the strands. A growl of satisfaction leaves me, liking the bite of pain that crosses over to pleasure. My hands wander down her body in a frenzy before landing on her hips. I feel the lace of her underwear under my palms as I grip her and hold her close, almost like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I don’t.

I think my nightmare still weighs heavily on my mind.

“Are you going to stop us again?” She breaks away from my mouth but leaves a trail of kisses down my stubbly jaw and sucks slightly on my neck.

I shake my head. “I can’t. I don’t have the strength.”

All my control when it comes to Winslow Montgomery has left the building.

I’m no longer able—no,willing—to hold back when it comes to her. I want everything when it comes to her. I want her sassy mouth, I want her strong heart, and I want her body.

Holding her hips tight, I lift her and throw her onto the middle of the bed. I see a smile break across her face as she bounces a couple of inches. That smile does something to my chest. It aches, but in the best way. I climb over her, careful to not crush her with my weight. I saw how she reacted to being pinned down earlier, and I don’t want her to panic. I return to her, kissing her forehead before leaving a trail of kisses down her nose before landing back at her mouth. Her head tips back, a silent invitation. I seal my mouth over hers once more and relish in the feeling of her tongue meeting mine.

My tongue moves in perfect harmony with my hips as I find myself grinding my hardness against her. She arches into me with each movement. Winslow’s hands trail down my chest, her nails lightly scraping at the skin as she travels south. This time when she reaches the waistband of my briefs, I don’t stop her. If anything, I arch into her touch.

Her hand slips into my briefs and at the first brush of her hand against my length, I groan against her mouth. Her fingers wrap around me and slowly begin to slide over me. I thrust into her hand, my kisses turning ravenous and rough the harder she pumps my cock. She rotates her fingers around the head, her thumb glides off the slit at the crown, making my hips buck.

Her hips lift off the bed and she moans into our kiss.

With the hand I’m not using to brace my weight, I reach for the hem of her T-shirt and start to pull it up. Winslow’s hand leaves my aching length and reaches up to help me remove the shirt the rest of the way, tossing the material off the side of the bed. I cup her right breast in my hand and lean down to flick my tongue over to the taut bud. Her breath hitches in her throat, so I do it again.

“Ranger,” she whimpers. Her back arches into my touch and her hands come to hold either side of my head, her fingers digging roughly into my hair.

I alternate between each breast, making sure each nipple gets equal attention. I bite lightly at her peaked nipple before swiping it with my hot tongue, salving any pain.

Winslow grows restless beneath me, squirming and moving against my chest. I rock back to sit on my heels. Hooking my thumbs in her lace panties I drag them down her legs. After pulling each foot free, I bring it up to my mouth, kissing lightly at the scars that reside there.

Winslow’s breath catches each time I do it, her two-toned gaze never leaving mine.

Before I return to her I remove my briefs, releasing my confined arousal. Tossing both pairs of underwear off somewhere on the floor, I cover her body with mine once more. I kiss her bottom lip and then her top lip before fully kissing her, my tongue brushing past her lips.

With my hand I play with her nipples once more before trailing my hands down lower, my fingers leaving a soft trail around her bellybutton as I move. Her breath is uneven as I tease her folds, my fingers slipping into her seam. I swirl the tip of my fingers around her entrance, making her hips lift in invitation.

“Ranger, please.” She pants against my mouth.

I slide one finger inside her tight heat, the walls of her center clench down on me. I groan when I feel just how aroused she is, a sense of male satisfaction washing over me. I pump my finger in and out, pulling away from our punishing kiss so I can watch her facial expression as I add another finger, stretching her.

Her eyes are closed tightly, and her mouth is open in a silent gasp.

Using my thumb, I press the sensitive numb at the apex of her sex. Her chest heaves and her hips move in rhythm with my hand. “Jesus, Winslow,” I curse, loving the way her muscles clamp on my fingers.

I can tell she’s close, so I curl my finger up, hitting the spot deep inside her that makes her toes curl at the same time I move my thumb over her clit. She comes apart underneath me with a gasp, her back bows, and her nails dig into my shoulders.

She pants as she comes back down. I remove her hand from her heat and peer down at her, a smile twitching on my lips. She looks up at me, a lazy smile of her own on her face. “I can’t believe you made me wait for that.”

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