Page 44 of Blood Ties
He leans in, his lips tickling my ear as he uses a knife to cut the ropes free. "Maybe I can't woo you, but I sure can make you hard."
He sucks on my lower lip, leaving me more light-headed than before. The ropes fall to the floor, and he takes a step back. "Come join me at the table."
I stretch out my neck and adjust myself in my pants before standing up. I lean on the chair when my knees nearly buckle. He holds out a hand and I slowly take it.
"How long have we been out here?"
"Not long. Don't worry I told Isaiah to let your men know you're alive and safe."
"Are you sure that's the truth?"
"As long as I'm around no harm will come to you."
I roll my eyes, scoffing. "I've heard that before."
"I mean it this time.”
I swallow hard and take a seat at the table. My eyes widen when I notice a plate of lemon bars in the center.
He opens the containers and fills each of our plates. "Starting now, for as long as we are on this boat, I'm not me and you're not you."
"Who are we then?"
"A college professor and baker having a normal dinner.”
I laugh. “A normal dinner that comes after kidnapping?”
He twists his lips, lifting up his glass of champagne. “I’m sorry I ruined your fantasy so far. I promise to get it right for the rest of the night.” He brings the glass to his lips, his eyes full of disappointment. Not aimed at me but himself.
He hasn’t traditionally dated anyone before and the person he had married tried to have him killed more than once. With us having to sneak around all the time and him being forced to live with a woman who hated him, he was never given the chance to learn what a relationship was. Of course he doesn’t know how it’s supposed to work. I don’t either, but maybe we could figure it out together. I'm exhausted, lonely, and weighed down by bitterness. I don’t want to stay angry with the person I lovemost in the world, not when I can be happy with him. I reach out for his hand, wrapping his fingers in mine. He’s right, things are different, we’re different—yet the same in all the best ways. “I don’t care about following some fantasy we made up a long time ago. Why be them when we can be us?”
His eyes lock mine in place, his gaze intense and consuming. “I thought you said people like us can’t have happily ever afters.”
I stand up from my chair and crawl into his lap, taking his face in my hands. “You used to say we could have whatever we wanted.”
“What do you want?”
I swallow hard with my pulse beating in my ears. “This.” I kiss him softly on the lips, rocking my erection into his.
He presses his forehead to mine, stroking my back. “And all I want is you. I don’t care how or where.”
My breath catches in my throat and I brush my lips over his. “So take me then.”
He stands up, lifting me with him, holding on to my thighs while I wrap my arms around his neck claiming his mouth with mine. Our tongues dance along with each other, remembering the rhythm of their favorite song. Our kiss is slow and careful. We had spent so many nights in the past rushing and living on borrowed time. There’s no reason to hurry now and I want to take our time earning back all that was stolen from us. The naked moments spent in bed, holding one another while we slept, and the good morning kisses. With them all being in arms reach, it’s hard not to want them all. He carries me the few steps leading down to the small bedroom and lays me on the bed. Crawling on top of me, his desperate fingers tug at my clothes until I’m lying completely naked underneath him. Our heavy breathing fills the small space, and he licks and nips at my neck as if he’s tasting me for the first time. “Bésame.”
“Donde?”
“Everywhere,” I rasp.
His lips start on my mouth, slowly trailing down my neck and stopping between my pecs to lap at each nipple. I moan, and wiggle underneath him needing so much more than he’s giving. As if he’s reading my mind, he licks down my happy trail and rubs his nose into my pubic hair. His tongue licks up and down my length before swiping over my slit. “So delicious and absolutely perfect.”
He takes the head of my cock between his lips, driving me wild with his teasing tongue and light suction. He kisses down to my balls, licking and sucking each one until I'm mumbling unintelligible sounds. My thighs shake and my breath comes out in pants when he laps at my hole, getting it wet with his hot mouth.
How could I have ever resisted? Why would I try and escape something so wonderful? The way he worships my body sends me to higher planes, floating above the planets and stars. Reveling in pleasure, I arch my hips, spreading my legs wider. His lips travel down my legs and he bites on the inside of each thigh, covering me in his marks. I want them everywhere until every inch of my skin is blotchy and bruised.
"Turn over, precious." I freeze, clinging to the bed. I know he's probably seen some of my scars before at the club, but with the fantasy gone, I feel more bare and exposed. The ones on my back were the ones I'd kept hidden from the world. I swear I can still feel the ache and sting of the switches. Some days more than others.
"What's wrong, baby?"
