TangledBound by Emily Ryan-Davis Read Free Book Online

topped. He wasn’t
a Dom who could shed his obligations, and stupid man who he was, he’d decided
to take responsibility for her. Worse, that kiss outside the Bellagio had made
him want it. Irritated with his situation and her lack of
self-preservation, Sam leaned over and pulled out her ear bud. “Wake up.”
    Melanie opened her pretty blue-gray eyes immediately and
started to sit up. Sam stopped her with the base of his beer bottle, holding
the cold glass between her bare shoulders.
    “I wouldn’t,” he said. “Unless you’re interested in giving
me an eyeful.”
    “It’s nothing you haven’t already seen.” She licked her lips
and curled her hands around the edges of the lounger but she didn’t raise her
shoulders any higher. “You could just look away.”
    “I could. I’m not going to.” Sam took his bottle back and
sat it on a nearby table. “Ever heard of skin cancer?”
    Melanie held his gaze a long minute. Sam could’ve sworn he
saw the instant she decided to ignore instinct in favor of attitude. He braced
himself for what was to come.
    Pushing up off the lounger, untied bikini top and all, she
swung her feet around to land between his. She flashed a sly, knowing smile.
“Did you see any discolored spots while you were checking me out?”
    Sam gritted his teeth, smothering his desire to rid her of
the attitude and fortifying his determination not to look down. “I wasn’t
checking you out.”
    “Hmm.” Her smile grew. She leaned forward and reached past
him to snag his beer. As she tipped the bottle to her mouth and tilted her head
back, a drop of condensation rolled off the bottom.
    He lost the battle with his eyeballs. The droplet of water
landed between her breasts and slid south. Her bikini top had landed
fortuitously, mostly covering her breasts. Mostly, not completely. He could see
the curve of a pink nipple, the same color as her lips.
    “Tie me up?” she asked. She sat the bottle on the ground
between them and twisted, presenting her bare back.
    Sam blew out the breath he was holding. He shouldn’t touch
her. Despite the unspoken approval he’d picked up on that afternoon, David was
a good friend and a man he respected. Bad enough that his imagination wanted to fuck David’s little sister, without crossing the line into actual
physical contact. More physical contact. But Melanie stared at him
expectantly over her shoulder and Sam desperately wanted to test the silk of
her skin one more time. Against his better judgment he picked up the ties, drew
them across her narrow back and permitted himself to linger while securing the
flimsy strings in a square knot.
    “Thanks. That was very gentlemanly of you.” Melanie pushed
up off the lounger, grabbed her mp3 player and towel, and sauntered off toward
the hotel.
    Empty bottle dangling from his fingers, Sam settled in to
watch her retreat and mourn the unfairness of it all. In a perfect world, he
would have finished his beer in the sun and emptied his balls in her hot, tight
little pussy.
    He was starting to lose sight of the reasons why he couldn’t
do exactly that.

Chapter Four
     
    Sam was still beside the pool when Melanie returned forty
minutes later, freshly showered and ready to explore the Strip. She smiled when
she saw him and decided not to let it bother her that he scowled in return.
    “Everybody went to dinner without me,” she said, coming to a
stop beside his lounge chair. “Looks like they went without you too.”
    Sam wasn’t listening. Gaze glued to her thighs, he asked,
“Don’t you own pants?
    “I don’t like them. The crotch rubs up against everything
and they make my legs look shorter than they are. Anyway, we’re in the middle
of the desert. Too hot for pants.” The cotton sarong she’d knotted between her
breasts was much more suitable for the hundred-plus-degree heat.
    “Spread your legs,” Sam ordered.
    Melanie blinked. “What?”
    “Take a big step out until your feet are wide apart.”
    Heart