Tying You Down by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online Page B

The fact that he was older than her by eleven years only made him more desirable. She’d never gone to bed with an older man, and the thought made her feel all squiggly inside.
    “I missed you while I was gone over the weekend.” He rested his palm on her hand that was on the tabletop.
    The warmth of his touch and his words made her sigh with happiness. “I missed you, too. I wish we could see each other on the weekends.”
    “For now the weekdays will have to do.” He traced lazy circles on the back of her hand then turned her hand so that her palm was up and he continued to stroke her skin with his thumb. The action was completely erotic and made her feel things inside that she’d never felt so deeply before. “We’ll make the most out of every moment we have together.”
    Over the course of the past two weeks, he’d made it clear that he wanted her but was waiting for her to be ready. The thought of going to bed with him sent more nervous flutters through her.
    It’s too soon, she told herself. Isn’t it?
    But she wanted him so badly, could imagine his warm, naked skin against hers. If he took her it would draw them even closer, she was certain of that.
    “Tell me about your family,” he said after they had ordered dinner and had been served their drinks. “We haven’t really talked much about them.”
    Charlee tilted her head to the side. “What do you want to know?”
    He looked at her over his glass of Merlot. “Is it just you and your sister now?”
    “Our dad died when I was too young to remember him,” Charlee said. “Mother passed away not that long ago.”
    “Were the three of you close?” he asked. “You, your mother, and Jo?”
    “Yes and no. Jo and I have always been close and Mother and I were close.” Charlee pursed her lips. “But Mother and Jo…no, they never were. Jo is my half-sister—we had the same dad. My mother never liked Jo and sent her away after our father died. Jo was barely eleven.”
    David had a considering expression. “But your mother was at least fair in your inheritance, wasn’t she?”
    “Not at all.” Charlee shook her head. “Mother left everything to me. Everything.” Charlee frowned. “It was just wrong. Jo should receive half, but she refuses to take anything from me once I’m twenty-five and come into my inheritance. But if I die, I’ve willed it all to her. And if we both die, everything goes to a charity for abused and neglected children.”
    He looked thoughtful. “Does Jo have any other family?”
    “No.” Charlee sighed. “It’s just the two of us.”
    “I understand. I have no family left save for my nieces and nephew.” He looked sad and it made her heart hurt. “My brother died some time ago from leukemia and left a wife with three small children.”
    “I’m sorry.” Charlee reached out and touched David’s arm. “It’s not easy being alone.”
    “But we can meet people who help make our lives complete.” A world of meaning was in his eyes as he looked at her.
    Her whole body heated. He was talking about the two of them, she was certain. He was thinking that they could have some kind of future together. The thought made her head spin. She wanted to be in his arms more than anything in that moment.
    From the look in his eyes, he was thinking the same thing. He rested his hand on her thigh and the heat of it traveled to her center, up her belly and to her breasts so that her nipples felt taut against the light fabric of her dress. His gaze drifted over her and lingered on her breasts, and she was sure he saw how aroused she was.
    He kept his hand on her thigh as they finished dinner and she tried to keep from squirming in her seat. Her whole body felt alive and on fire.
    It seemed like dinner couldn’t end fast enough. He didn’t move his hand away until he paid the bill.
    He gripped her waist with one arm around her as they walked out of the restaurant and to his sedan. She wasn’t knowledgeable about the make and model