Page 116 of Those Who Are Bound

She’d let out a surprised shriek, but her legs fell apart for him.

Best breakfast by far: her. She’d wiggled, kicked, gasped. Her stomach muscles tensed and released; she panted. As she neared orgasm, he bit her clit. Hard. Then suckled. He repeated the cycle: flick, suckle, nip; flick, suckle, bite. He kissed her pussy, his tongue sliding inside, feasting on her juices.

She begged to come, even slapped him on the back of the head in her frenzy. He’d chuckled. But he wanted her to fully appreciate the word she’d used.

Her legs shook; she’d tried to squeeze his head between her thighs, which earned her a bite and a soothing open-mouth kiss on the inside of her thigh. His name fell from her lips in a mantra; a sheen of perspiration glowed on her skin. And still he suckled and nipped; he brought her to the edge of orgasm and eased her off again.

She’d been flushed: face, neck, her entire body. Slick, glowing, lids half-closed as she panted. Her nipples were pointed behind the sports bra she wore. Fucking masterpiece, this woman. And she wasn’t even entirely naked; she didn’t need to be.

He’d bitten lightly again, and she’d jerked, looking down at him. Her expression was the definition of concupiscence: sexual desire on raw display. After a soothing lave, he asked against her pussy, the reverberation of his voice eliciting another shiver, “Do you like the pain?”

Her cheeks had turned a darker shade of red, but she nodded hesitantly, as though he’d judge her—he, with his mouth between her legs, delivering that pain she just admitted to liking. He smiled, and as her reward, gave her what she wanted, still holding her gaze.

Her entire body had jolted violently as she screamed, a torn sound: pain and surprise as she came fiercely in his mouth. He didn’t relent, not stopping his assault as he rode out her orgasm. If he hadn’t had a good grip on her, she’d have fallen off the counter as she lost all strength.

She’d given him a sightless, dazed look as he’d pulled her into his arms. Despite her in-the-moment assurance, he’d been afraid that he’d gone too far with her until she’d breathlessly whispered, “You’ll have to do that again.”

He’d grinned.

That episode wouldn’t have made her sore, though. The follow-up pounding he’d given her… maybe. She enjoyed a little pain with her arousal; he enjoyed delivering it.

But now, even though they were jointly recalling those events fondly, he saw her backpedal. She darted her gaze toward her deck as she said, “I’ll go change.” And she took off, racing up the steps as though she was afraid he would change his mind.

He chuckled to himself, watching until she disappeared inside.

Not even two weeks. He knew they still had so much to learn about one another, but maybe the saying was true: when you knew, you knew. Over the past several days, he’d seen a consistent shine in her eyes. He liked that he could put that sparkle there and that he was responsible for the flush on her skin.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t thrilled that she reacted to his forcefulness in bed. Normally, he liked to introduce elements of his dominance slowly. Some women were intimidated or put off by it. He never wanted a woman uncomfortable with him. But with Elliott, that night of the thunderstorm… moving slowly with her hadn’t been a thought, and she’d given him no indication that she needed him to control himself. In fact, she matched his passion.

Looking skyward, he said again, “Perfect woman for me.” Maybe the judgment was early, but he could only see things getting better. He was excited about peeling back more layers of her personality, pulling down more of those carefully-constructed walls. She was such an interesting contradiction. Sexually open and uninhibited but didn’t know how to navigate the nuances of a relationship.

And he loved that. He loved all the firsts with her, as startling as they were for her or as nervous as they made her. After all, he was the only man who knew that she’d roll over in the middle of the night and want more of him. That she cuddled at first, then flung herself away once hard sleep settled in. He was the only man to know the joys of waking up and seeing her in his bed—her bed, but… semantics. She’d be in his bed soon enough.

He could only hope that he provided her with an equal measure of happiness and satisfaction. He suspected, from the looks, the grins… thesparkle… that he did.

“Took a Navy shower,” she announced as she reappeared. Her hair was now up in a messy bun, and she wore a flowy, flowery dress with…

“Nice boots.”

“I told you. I’m not a heels-type of girl.” She eyed him curiously. “If that’s what you want…”

Jonah shook his head, assuring her, “That’s not what I want. You look amazing.” The dress was less about the date and more about hercontrol-freak nature. He wasn’t sure if it was an indication that she didn’t fully trust him not to throw her on the back of his bike despite what she’d said, but now, there was no way he’d put her there—in a dress. Well played, Miss Rork.

Without saying a word, he held out his hand. He grinned when she handed over her car keys. He had to admit, he got a charge from the thrill of being able to drive the Mustang.

Elliott laughed at him. “You look like a little boy on Christmas morning.” She spun on a heel and sauntered toward the vehicle.

Jonah followed her. “I can’t think of a man who wouldn’t love to drive this car with a beautiful woman at his side.”

She cast him a skeptical look.

Opening her door for her, he leaned over and caught her lips in a quick kiss. She smelled like her lime and coconut body wash. “You’re stunning. The car pales in comparison.”

She shoved him back playfully. “You’ve already been in my pants, Montgomery; you don’t have to try so hard.”

“Just being honest, Rork.” As she slid into her seat, he added, “And I don’t stop trying hard; that’s not how this works.” He closed the door on her startled look. He liked catching her off guard with realizations that she was worth his effort—any man’s effort.

Fucking pricks who hadn’t realized the damn treasure they’d had in her.

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