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The last time I was wrapped up with him like this I’d been so stupidly happy. After my birthday dinner, when I told him I loved him for the first time.
Because I do. I love him so much my heart aches with it, trying to claw its way out of my body and into his.
His hand glides up and down my back, the touch only comforting, respectful. Not pushing the boundary of this strange line we’ve been tiptoeing, not even a little bit. The way he’d touch a friend, family.
Not the way he touches me.
And it makes me burn.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t wanthim.Not right now.
Those shadows in the back of my mind drift forward, swallowing everything in their path. Making me relax, making me forget. There’s only this and now and him and me.
How could anything about this be wrong?
His smell fills my head with every inhale, and the way his bare skin feels against mine burrows deep past the surface, into my heart, my soul. And still, I want him closer.
His fingers brush the skin exposed between my shirt and underwear, lightly skimming over my hip. He trails to the side, then continues up my ribs, then back over to my spine. My eyes flutter shut, a heat that’s not nearly as unwelcome as it should be winding in the pit of my stomach, venturing lower, low enough that my thighs involuntarily press together.
Reid’s hand stills in the center of my back.
It occurs to me then that the bond is wide open between us, neither of us blocking the other out. There are no thoughts, no images, just heat rushing both ways, like a hot summer wind, but tight and magnetic. The lust pooling in my stomach coils tighter like an animal with a mind of its own.
Slowly, his hand starts moving again, trailing down to the exposed skin of my lower back, then lower, his fingers barely sliding beneath the elastic band of my underwear. He hesitates there, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll stop him.
It’s so slow. The heat in my blood rages hotter, then I’m pushing Reid back by the chest.
His eyes go wide, but then he’s on his back, and I straddle his lap, take his face between my hands, and bring his mouth to mine.
His slow, measured movements are gone the moment our lips touch. He seizes the back of my head with one hand, the other holding me to him as he sits up and presses our chests together. I grind my hips against him, a small moan catching in my throat as I find him already hard.
But as quickly as we’d started, he flips me onto my back, letting just the right amount of his weight press into me, his lips never leaving mine. I can’t help but let out a breathless laugh.
“You can’t let go of control for even a minute, can you?” I say on an exhale.
He runs his nose along the column of my throat before pressing kisses to my chest, my stomach, working his way down to my hips. I rip my shirt over my head as he slides my panties down and opens my legs wide for him.
“If you want control,” he murmurs as his lips trail along my inner thigh, teasing me with his tongue and his teeth as he goes, his breath raising every hair on my body as it ghosts across my skin. “Then take it from me.”
The challenge in his voice calls to that heat in my belly, but I can’t decide what I’d like more—letting him have his way, or seeing him truly surrender to me for the first time.
He ducks his head between my legs before I have the chance to decide. But aside from a brief sweep of his tongue, he moves on, going lower before leaving the bed completely.
Brows pulling together, I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he rifles through my drawers.
I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but then he returns with a handful of scraps of fabric, and I realize his intentions. He kneels at the end of the bed and looks up at me through his lashes.
“If you’re planning on taking over, here’s your last chance.” He holds the knee-high sock up for emphasis, and in answer, I extend my leg in offering.
His grin is full of dark and wicked promises, but as he takes my foot in his hand, the kiss he presses to the inside of my ankle is gentle. The heat pooling low in my core blazes impossibly hotter as he binds each of my ankles to the ends of the bed frame, and his words from another night replay in my head.
If I had my way with you, I’d tie you to this bed and touch you and lick you and fuck you until you come so many times you physically can’t anymore.
He moves on to my wrists next, securing them together in a single tie and fastening them above my head. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck as he tightens the knot. “Too tight?”
I shake my head.
“Last one.”
