Page 41 of Tied to You

I’m so turned on. How I manage to resist the urge to grab her and have my way with her is ridiculous. She’s formidable. Unlike any woman I’ve met before. I’m going to savour every single second that I can with her.

Her small hands rest on my hips, her breasts pushing against my chest.The smell of her shampoo hits my nose and I breathe in, closing my eyes momentarily. It’s my undoing. I reach down, unable to keep my greedy hands off her, grabbing her under her thighs and lifting her up so that her bare legs wrap around me.

Jesus.

Hearing a whoosh of air escape her, her hand cups my face, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she looks down to me. The simple act makes me hard. “Will you be with me in the chaos?” she asks tentatively, making sure I’m right here with her. I am.

She holds my gaze before I dip my chin, giving her a subtle nod.

She leans down, her soft lips brushing against my ear. “Then take me with you.”

I growl. The low rumble reverberating through my chest.

Her lips gently push to mine, and her eyes close as she gives herself over to me. Freely. This woman has done nothing but puncture every drop of resolve I carry. Whenever she’s close, I lose the ability to think straight. At the same time, breathing the same air as her, being in her presence, having her in my hold, I feel nothing but the ability to be who I truly want to be.

She's giving me a freedom I’ve never tasted before.

Standing straighter, my head falls back as her tongue slips between my lips. I hold her tight, searching the inside of her mouth like a man starved.

I’ve had first kisses, but none of them have consumed me or made me want more of a person than they have now. My guess is she’s the same, because I open my eyes, only to find she’s watching me. Watching us kiss. It’s electrifying. Every part of my body lights up ready to give in to the thing I now crave the most.

She clings to me. Comfortable. Happy to let me hold her.

“Mollie?” I say softly, one hand scrunching in the back of her hair. I feel her tighten, and I search her sparkling stare, seeing her eyes light up in a way I haven’t seen before. “I’m not going to be able to stop. I’ll make you mine, and once I do, that’s it for you.”

She doesn’t answer my honest warning. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t know what to say. Fuck,Idon’t even know what I’m saying. I’m claiming her. Letting her know if she says yes to this—says yes to me, then that’s it. She’smineand no one else’s.

Tightening her legs around me, my hand slides to the back of her neck,my gaze finding hers once more. Taking a desperate breath, I pull her closer to me, claiming her lips, waiting for her to reject me.

Instead, she deflates. Happy. Accepting.

Then I’m hungry. And we’re gone. Both so lost in each other, our teeth clattering, our hands seeking.

Is she trying to break me?

She constricts around me as I hold her naked body, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her behind.

Kicking her bedroom door open behind me, I turn us, marching us into her room until I’m standing at the end of her bed. Our kiss never breaks. Not even as I lay her down gently, my elbows resting on the mattress, I keep my lips on hers. Then I lift her arms above her head one by one, my body nestling between her now parted legs.

Mine.

Will she challenge me taking control? Or will she let me take the lead? Let me worship every inch of her beautiful body the way it’s meant to be worshiped.

Eye to eye. Face to face. Lips on lips. I see something other than lust looking back at me as our kiss begins to slow. It makes me jolt, feeling unearthed, my chest pounding.

Jesus.

“Travis?” Mollie whispers, searching my face whilst trying to move hers away to see me better.

I look down at her, unable to say a fucking word. Things are suddenly upside down and I don’t know what the fuck is happening. Usually charged like live wires around each other, now we’re slow. Steady. I might not know what’s truly going on, but I know this is what I want. I know I can show her how I feel, even if my words won’t allow it.

Pimpled by the coldness of the house, her nipples stand straight, her damp hair not helping as it lays across one of her breasts. A small trail of water trickles down one side of her boob, making my tongue buzz in anticipation of getting my very own taste.

Sliding my finger over her chest, I move her hair out the way, slowly lowering my lips and licking the water, before sucking her nipple into my mouth.

“Travis,” she moans.

My tongue delicately licks over the bud, rolling it forward and backward between my lips, giving her more.