Page 30 of Bind Me, Sir

But I shouldn’t.

“I want you,” she whispered, and the guilt I’d seen earlier in her eyes rose to the surface, letting me know she shared the same thought as I had.

Rather than stand and pull her into my arms, burying my cock so damn deep in her pussy we no longer existed as two individuals, I stood and quickly scrubbed my own body, keeping my hands and gaze off of the lush woman beside me.

I turned off the knobs, and the water ceased beating upon us. Towels hung outside the shower door, and I grabbed one while stepping out of the stall, enjoying the cool air coasting over my wet skin.

Natalie stepped out of the shower behind me, and I took my time drying her from head to toe, gently rubbing the tracks of smeared mascara from beneath her eyes and streaked down her cheeks.

Our breaths sounded loud in the silence of the church, and even though I knew we ought to dress and return to the estate, I longed to soak in her selfless attention, the ease and comfort of her presence.

Once dried, I laced my fingers through hers and led her out of the bathroom. Our clothing scattered around the altar, but I moved toward the bed rather than collect our belongings—and do what I ought to.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked, turning to pull her into my arms once more.

She came willingly, her cheek pressing against my chest. “Yes.”

A weight seemed to take flight from my shoulders, leaving me with a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt for some time. I cradled Natalie’s face in my hands, and she gazed up at me without a trace of wall between me and her soul. Vulnerability lay in her eyes, and I wondered at her draw toward me.

Attraction, yes, but did something deeper, something more emotional make her want to allow me access to the secret places inside her?

I brushed my lips over hers, languid in my tasting, soothing with my licks, memorizing the shape and taste of her mouth. She clutched at my back as though I were a lifeline while she flailed in the open ocean, needing stability—something she could trust to keep her afloat.

My heart swelled with strange emotion, something that set my mind on edge, but my body enjoyed all too much.

I laid her down on the bed and made myself comfortable atop her, losing myself in the sweet curves of her body. We mimicked fucking, our bodies rising and falling together, the back of my cock rubbing up through her wet slit—the closest I’d come to truly fucking a woman in far too long.

Breathing heavy, I stilled and planked over her, needing to connect with her eyes once more. She stared up at me, her pupils huge, and her lips swollen and pink from our kissing.

“I want you more than I should, Natalie,” I told her, needing to be honest. “I don’t want to lower my walls and make myself vulnerable, but I’m finding it hard as hell to remain stoic in that desire when I’m with you.”

She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me close to gently kiss my lips. “I won’t hurt you, Jordan.”

I knew she spoke truth—I could see it clearly in her eyes.

“But,” she continued, “you know where my life’s focus is right now. I-I can’t get involved with someone.”

“Will you give me tonight?” I blurted, hating to be such a selfish bastard, but I needed her. I needed to burrow inside her and lose myself in the most genuine woman I’d ever met.

Natalie sucked her lower lip between her teeth, her brow slightly furrowing—but she nodded.

I kissed her, poured the strange emotion roiling inside me into every swipe of my tongue, every nibble of my teeth, falling—falling harder with every breath.

Chapter Sixteen

Natalie

His kiss pulled me under, and I fought to keep from drowning in the rush of emotions sweeping through me. Skin on skin, we clutched at one another, lips, tongue, and teeth tasting—taking. My head fogged with need for him, but I pushed away the desire for a connection between our hearts, even though I knew they’d already entangled more than our limbs.

He pulled away to retrieve a condom, and I focused on the buzzing in my ears rather than the nerves once more fluttering my belly. He was going to fuck me with his too-large cock—not make love.

Reminding myself of that fact, I closed my eyes as he once more settled between my thighs, the heat and hardness of his body pressing me into the mattress.

“Look at me.”

Swallowing, I forced myself to obey, biting my lip as he pressed into me. Blue eyes overtaken by black pupils stared into mine as his girth stretched me with stinging pain. He backed out and nudged back in, slowly filling me.

Drowning...

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