Page 70 of Reason to Believe (White Lace 2)

“Tease.”

I bit my bottom lip and grinned and that action caused him to rear up, but he didn’t get far, the tie holding the top half of his body in place. “Bring that mouth down here and let me show you how much that lip bite turns me on.”

I smiled, loving the control I had over him at this moment. And I loved even more that I didn’t listen to his request. Instead, I slid down his cock, my head falling back on a gasp and moan, making my back arch, my breasts jutting out toward him. It only made him pull at the ties again.

I placed my palms on his chest and rode him. Slowly. Seductively. Rocking back and forth across his pelvis for my ultimate pleasure. But the entire time, his head was to the side. His jaw was tight, the muscles working overtime to contain his emotions.

So I curled my fingers, digging into his chest, knowing that I’d leave marks. He yanked his arms again, still not looking at me.

“Every time you jerk your arms you only make the knot tighter.”

I spread my hands wide, leveraging myself so I could raise all the way up then lower back down. He groaned, his stomach muscles rippling underneath my hands. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his neck, choking him, forcing his head to remain straight so that he had no other option but to look at me. Still, he closed his eyes tight.

“Look at me, damn it.”

He didn’t.

“Please. Look at me.” There was a hiccup to my voice, the result of trying to stifle the tears from falling.

It must have been enough, because finally he looked at me, deep into my eyes as I rode him.

He growled when I did a subtle swirl of my pelvis, pulling at the restraint again. This time, he was too strong. The nightstand smashed, toppling over on its side, freeing the tie from the leg. The knot was still tight, but it didn’t stop him from reaching out with his hands, still tied together, and kneading my breasts.

His need to touch me wrenched something loose inside my chest, but I knew his actions were a means for him to hide. To be free of the intimacy of our connection.

I gasped when he reared up, pounding inside me. I linked my hands behind his neck and drew him closer, pressing my lips to his. “Please don’t turn me around,” I whispered. His lips were salty from sweat, the taste mingling with the lingering lime on my tongue from my drinks. “I need to see you.” He pounded into me again, three strong pumps that had me holding on for dear life and squeezing him closer. “I need you to see me.”

His hands found the back of my head and he gently rubbed it as best he could while still being tied.

“Untie me.”

I shook my head. If I untied him it would be over. He’d go back to keeping me at a distance, and this time I didn’t think I could push it aside. This time, I couldn’t take it, not when I wanted so much more.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

r /> I had asked the same of him only minutes ago, and he’d complied. Now it was my turn to prove I could do the same.

I nodded and did as he’d asked and undid the silk tie while we were still connected in the most intimate way. Finally, with his hands free, he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me close, smashing his mouth down on mine.

My heart stopped. And so did the rest of the world. I sank into the kiss. Let him take me under. Because this was the perfect moment. I felt everything with this kiss. Every fear, every insecurity, every desire. I felt how much he wanted me. Without him even having to say it, and I hoped that he felt the same with my kiss.

With one swift movement, I was on my back, Ben hovering over me, his eyes locked with mine. I’d trusted him, and he’d proven worthy of it.

With our hands on either side of my head, he held himself up as his cock thrust steady, deep strokes inside me. I let my hands slide down his slick chest, over his tight abs and the sexy trail of hair that led to the hard shaft that was giving me exactly what I needed.

His fingers tickled my hair at the top of my head and with each stroke I climbed higher. With each moment, I got closer to the edge. He hadn’t looked away since we’d changed positions, and the connection between us at this moment had become too much. He’d given me exactly what I’d wanted, and I couldn’t follow through.

I looked away, shutting my eyes tight. But he didn’t let me. His hand pressed against my chin and he brought my face forward.

“This is what you wanted,” he whispered, then let out a groan as he slammed into me. “Look at me, Grace.”

With a shaky breath, I opened my eyes. He smiled down at me as he ground his pelvis against me, his cock so hard and deep. I gasped in pleasure.

“Somehow I get lost in that sea of green every time I look into them.” Trusting that I wouldn’t look away again, he lowered his hand, squeezing my left breast on his way to my clit, and massaged the area.

I cried out. The extra touch was exactly what I needed to break through the abyss. I came clutching his back, my fingernails digging deep into his skin. He came a moment later, groaning against my shoulder in between whispers of my name.

Three words were on the tip of my tongue. They were the only three words I could string together, but I wouldn’t say them. I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin things between us. And that’s exactly what those words would do. Ben had told me that things would end badly. But right now I didn’t want to believe it. On Monday, though, he’d do his second speech, kill it…and we’d go our separate ways.

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