Page 79 of Bound To Be Mine

“What, cooked dinner?”

“I’m usually the one taking care of everyone else. Planning their weddings, managing their stress, making sure everything’s perfect for them. It’s nice to be on the receiving end for once.”

“You deserve it.”

She held my gaze for a long moment. The kitchen felt smaller suddenly, the air thicker.

“Briggs,” she started, but I didn’t let her finish.

I closed the distance between us in two steps, my hands coming up to frame her face. I gave her a second to pull away, to tell me this was a bad idea.

She didn’t. So I kissed her.

My hands slid from her face to her hair, threading through the soft strands.

She broke away first, breathing hard, her forehead resting against mine.

I had a feeling she was thinking about what would happen if we did this—again. I didn’t want her to think. We were married for fuck’s sake. Sex was not a bad thing.

We’d deal with the consequences later.

24

MANDY

Ididn’t want to think. I was so tired of thinking, of analyzing, of being practical and responsible. For once, I just wanted to feel.

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my waist, before he lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. I gasped at the sudden movement, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me this is a bad idea and I’ll walk away right now.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I breathed.

That was all the permission he needed. His mouth crashed back onto mine, more demanding this time. His hands were everywhere, sliding under my blouse, tracing the curve of my waist, moving higher to cup my breasts through my bra.

I arched into his touch, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. I needed to feel his skin against mine. Needed to touch him the way he was touching me.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull my blouse over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His eyes darkened as he took me in, sitting there on his counter in just my bra and pants.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”

His fingers found the button of my slacks. I lifted my hips to help him slide them down my legs along with my underwear. The cool granite of the counter pressed against my bare skin, making me shiver.

Briggs dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider.

“I’ve been thinking about this since Vegas,” he said, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “About tasting you.”

Then his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t think at all.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes that had me gripping the edge of the counter for support. He took his time, exploring every inch of me with his teeth and tongue learning what made me gasp and what had me digging my fingers into his hair. My thighs trembled.

“Briggs,” I moaned, one hand tangling in his hair. “Oh God.”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside me while his tongue focused on that bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars.

I was already close. Embarrassingly close. But I didn’t care. I let myself fall into the sensation. The only thing that mattered was the way he was making me feel.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice muffled. “Let go for me.”