Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online

Wanted to brush
her skin from hip to mound. To trace the line of her sex with his
tongue and stroke her deeply until she came in his mouth.
    His heart beat fast and hard as he moved to
her other breast, as her fingers tightened in his hair, as she
arched and offered more of her luscious body to him. Her nipple
hardened in his mouth, and she groaned in pure pleasure. He
answered by circling the tip with his tongue and asking, “What
else?”
    “Touch me,” she said. “I want you to touch
me.”
    “Where?” He scraped his teeth across her
nipple ever so slightly. “Tell me where.”
    “Oh…” Her whole body shook. She lifted her
hips, lowered them. Aching, he knew, for his touch between her
thighs. And he wanted to give it to her. That and so much more.
    “Tell me, Mira.” He sucked harder on her
breast, drew a long, shuddering groan from her throat.
    How on earth did this woman think she was
not desirable? Her reactions alone had him lingering on the edge of
control. There was passion inside her long denied and dying to be
set free. A passion he was bound to corrupt with his wicked,
lascivious ways.
    His arousal began to dim, but he forced the
thought away. Today was not about guilt. It was about pleasure.
About making her feel good. The corruption…what it would do to
her…what it would do to him…he’d worry about that later.
    He brushed his fingertips across her updrawn
knee and licked her nipple again. “Tell me, Mira. Should I touch
you here?”
    Her knee fell open. “Yes. God, yes.”
    He skimmed his fingers up her thigh, to the
hem of her gown resting against her hip, just barely covering her
sex, and breathed heavily against her naked breast as he looked
down her body. “Here?”
    “Yes, yes.”
    “Tell me,” he whispered, feathering his
touch along her inner thigh. “Tell me where.”
    She groaned in frustration, lifted her leg
higher, and as she did, her dress fell against her mound. He drew
in a breath as her white, cotton panties came into view. Even
through the thin fabric he could tell she was swollen. Hot. Wet.
And he groaned himself because now he knew for sure she wanted him.
Wanted him with the same burning desire that was consuming him.
    He looked back at her face. Her eyes were
tightly closed, but her lips parted in pleasure as he traced his
fingers down her inner thigh, stopped short of touching her
overheated flesh, then back up again. “Tell me, Mira.”
    “I want you to touch me between my legs,”
she managed, a flush rushing over her cheeks with her words. “I
want you to touch me everywhere. Anywhere.” She lifted her hips
closer to his hand. “I want you to make me come. Right now.”
    Yes, yes. Finally, yes .

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Mira barely believed the words spilling from
her mouth.
    But she didn’t stop them. She was too swept
up in some all-consuming desire she couldn’t remember feeling
before. Not for her ex-boyfriends. Not even for Devin.
    It had
to be the magical effects of the opal. That was the only thing that
made sense. The heat from the stone burned against her chest,
warming her skin. But she really didn’t care how or why it was
happening. All she could focus on was the sinfully erotic way
Tariq’s fingers were finally— finally —skimming her sex, sliding beneath her panties and into her
wetness, then back up again to circle her clit and drag a moan from
her throat.
    She wanted to pry open her eyes, to see if
he was watching her reaction, but she was almost afraid to look.
Because if she didn’t see desire in his eyes…if this was only
duty…
    The heat began to dim, the arousal dampen.
He’d said he wanted her, but that could just be a line. Like the
guy who pretended to have a good time on a first date, promised to
call, and then never did.
    This is not a date .
    “Stay with me, Mira.” Tariq’s husky voice
cut through her musings, pulled her back from the edge. “Lift
up.”
    Eyes clenched tightly closed, she lifted her
hips. Sucked in a