Tied With Me (With Me In Seattle)(27)

He kisses my cheek and then buries his face in my neck, tugging the flesh with his teeth.

“Tell me if the ribbon starts to pull too tight, or if you can’t breathe freely,” he instructs, then begins another journey with his lips down my back. He kisses the tattoo on my shoulder, making me grin.

I’m glad he likes it so much. I think it’s pretty, and I like to wear clothes that show it off.

My entire body is one big tingle as his lips and fingers journey over my skin. I can feel his warmth against me, and every once in a while, his erection will press against me, making me swallow hard, remembering how it feels to have him buried so deep inside me.

“Tell me about this,” he whispers, kissing the ink over the left side of my ribs softly.

“I got it when I opened the shop,” I tell him, loving the flutter of his lips over my skin.

“Recite it to me,” he demands.

I frown. He’s looking right at it. He can read it.

“I want to hear it from your lips,” he clarifies.

“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”

“Why these words?” he asks.

I bite my lip. Jesus, he’s stripping me bare, body and soul here, and I love it and am afraid of it all at the same time.

Suddenly, he slaps my ass, and whispers in my ear, “What did I say about answering my questions?”

“Opening Sweets took everything I had. Failure isn’t an option for me.”

“Ah, baby,” he murmurs.

I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and the dip of the bed as he sheds his briefs before his hands glide down my back to my ass, over my hips and thighs. “You are an amazing woman, Nicole.”

“Ni—”I begin to correct him, but he interrupts me.

“We’re going to have to work on your stubbornness in the bedroom, baby.” He chuckles and bites my shoulder, then returns me to my back, covering my body with his. His eyes are on fire as he gazes down at me, his elbows planted on either side of my head, under my arms, holding me even more immobile. “Your body is f*cking gorgeous. Every inch.”

His nose sweeps against my own as his pelvis rests on mine, his cock lying nestled in my slick * lips.

“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.

He sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shaky sigh, pulls his hips back and then slides slowly inside me until he’s completely buried.

“So f*cking tight,” he growls and begins to move.

I raise my legs around his hips, opening myself up wider, allowing him to push inside even farther, and it’s pure f*cking heaven.

I’ve never felt anything like this, never had this kind of physical and emotional connection to a man in my life. I bite my lip as he begins to move faster, harder, an unseen force driving him on, as though he just can’t help it. He crushes my mouth under his own and devours me, f*cking me and kissing me voraciously.

Suddenly, he rears up, holding my knees out to the side, watching his cock move in and out of my wetness. He slides one hand down my inner thigh and plants his thumb against my clit, sending me into another plane of being.

I cry out just as he sends me over the edge into another orgasm, even stronger than the one before.

The head of his cock is dragging against my sweet spot, and his thumb continues to press against my clit, and it’s amazing.

Crazy.

Fucking unbelievable.

“Look at me,” he demands.

My eyes find his above me. He pumps into me twice, three times and then stills, groaning with his release.

He’s panting and sweating, still inside me as he pushes his hands up my arms to my wrists and pulls them down. He methodically unties the ribbon—I won’t be wearing that one in the shop again—and gently massages my wrists, hands and shoulders, then pulls out of me and climbs off the bed to take care of the condom.

When he returns, he doesn’t join me in bed. He simply holds his hand out to me with a smile, and when I take it, he pulls me out of the bed and into his arms for a long, soft kiss.

“How was that?” he asks quietly.

“It was…” I tilt my head to the side, thinking about the amazing experience we just shared. “Yeah, it was good.”

He grins, relieved. “Good. For me, too.” He grabs my robe from the end of the bed and wraps it around me, bundling me up, then pulls on his boxer-briefs and grabs my hand in his, lacing our fingers.