Bound to You by Bethany Kane Read Free Book Online

hairline capturing her entire attention. He placed his warm mouth over the opening of her ear, the resulting suction from his kiss causing a shudder of pleasure to go through her. She touched his waist and looped her arms around him. “Show me, John. Please.”
    She felt him move and heard the sound of him jerking up his jeans and underwear in a hurried, cursory fashion. He opened his hand at her lower back and brought her flush against him. With his other hand, he cradled her jaw and lifted it.
    His mouth covering her own made the fearful shadows lurking in her awareness scatter like a horde of shooed flies.
    She moaned into his mouth. Something inside her recognized the taste of sex and power and virility. She kissed him back without thought, abandoning herself to instinct and lust, for there was forgetfulness there . . .
    And safety.
    He didn’t only kiss her forcefully, but also with finesse and subtlety, shaping her mouth to his, using some of the most sensitive, erogenous zones in the human body to caress and coax and fuse. Her clit pinched in arousal. This wasn’t just as kiss; it was sex, pure and simple. Bodies pressing, rubbing, yearning; tastes mingling, lips molding, tongues dueling; Jennifer losing the battle for control . . . and winning gloriously. She would have ravished him herself if he wasn’t so clearly the ravisher. As it was, she became dizzy beneath his dominance of her senses.
    He broke their kiss and leaned down over her, pressing the side of his face next to her head so that she heard his slightly escalated breath in her ear.
    “Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?” he rasped.
    “Where’d you?” she whispered as her hands moved over his chest, undoing buttons, seeking out skin.
    His ragged laugh was cut off short when she pressed her face into the opening of his shirt. She moaned at the sensation of warm skin and springy hair against her lips and nose. She’d grown to despise a Hollywood-style shaved chest. Jennifer wanted a man who passed a mirror like he would a stretch of blank wall, not one who took more time getting ready to go out on a date than she did.
    John palmed her buttocks, molding her flesh to hands, his stance striking her, not as content necessarily, as she explored his chest with her mouth, but rather alert. Interested.
    She found a nipple and licked at it delicately, enjoying the way it stiffened beneath the tip of her tongue. She paused, detailing the tiny bumps. He grunted softly and used his hold on her ass to draw her closer. She shifted her face against hard muscle. Liking the feel of the crisp hair on his chest so much, she bit a few strands beneath her teeth and pulled. She jumped when he gave her a taut, firm swat on her bottom.
    Arousal spiked through her. Jennifer just stood there, suddenly feeling like a chastised schoolgirl instead of a successful, experienced woman. His low chuckle in the darkness struck her as delicious . . . and slightly dangerous.
    He backed out of their embrace.
    “It’s okay,” he murmured quietly when she gave a small cry of protest. He kept her hand in his, the contact reassuring her in the darkness. She felt the vibrations of him moving through his hold.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Spreading my coat on the softer ground under the sink hole. Come here.”
    He guided her down to the ground. She heard the sound of his boots crunching in the loose soil. She reached out her hands to find him and realized he’d knelt on his knees next to her.
    “Lie back.”
    Jennifer did as he instructed, realizing he’d spread his coat lengthwise. Big man, big coat. When she lay down, she was cushioned from head to thigh. He began to untie her boots. She sat up and tried to help him, but he grabbed her wrist, halting her.
    “Lie back,” he repeated. “I’m looking forward to undressing you.”
    She reclined slowly. She didn’t like his distance from her. She didn’t like staring into the black void. Anxiety