Lies That Bind by Caitlyn Willows Page A

wedged against her lower back. Rex’s calloused fingers cupped her breast. His thumb traced circles around the peaked nipple that told him she was awake and alert. If he cared to explore lower, Rex would find other places ready and willing.
    “How long was I asleep?” She reached around and glided her fingers over his hip until she could grab a handful of tight ass. The muscles clenched under her grip, pushing his cock persistently into her back. Right now, she didn’t care that this could only lead to broken hearts for all of them. She wanted, needed, and she was going to have. Damn the consequences.
    “About an hour.”
    The backs of his fingers swept down to her belly. Fire licked a column deep inside. She tried for a better hold on his backside but couldn’t quite reach the cleft.
    “Tyler and Nate back?” she asked.
    “No.” He combed through the small patch of hair right above her clit, promising a firm touch but not delivering it. Tessa ordered her thighs to remain closed. She’d win this particular power struggle and enjoy every second of battle.
    “They call?”
    “I turned off all the phones. I didn’t want us disturbed.” He kneaded his lips over that extrasensitive spot along her neck. Instinctively, she arched into the caress, cursing the soft moan that escaped and tattled how much she wanted him.
    Tessa shook away the spiraling want and rolled toward him. “Well, aren’t you the clever one?”
    She dived her fingers between his legs and cupped his sac. His eyes glazed over before his long-lashed lids shuttered her view.
    “Ready for action too, so I see.” She draped her calf over his hip. “Good thing.” One push had Rex on his back. “I’m disappointed, cowboy. You could at least put up some sort of fight.”
    His eyelids slowly lifted, revealing a glint of devilment from within. His grin spread, and big hands clamped over her ass. One yank up poised her at the tip of his erection.
    “Maybe I have you right where I want you.”
    Tessa pressed her palms against his chest, intent on pushing away. Instead, the motion edged her closer to what she wanted—him. Rex’s hands tensed, but his hold didn’t tighten. A lesser man would have seated himself to glory. This one had control. She admired it, even while she wanted to break it, absorb it, make it her own.
    The choice, it seemed, was hers. She slid onto him by slow degrees, each centimeter spreading her wide, reminding Tessa she had hold of a big man. Neither broke eye contact, neither consciously gave themselves away. Subconsciously, however…
    She allowed herself an inward grin at the throb in their groins, the catch in their breaths, the sweat that glistened over their skin despite the air-conditioned room. Then he moved. One hand stayed clamped on her backside. The other glided up her back, silently urging her to close that small gap between them.
    Tessa relented, her lips parted to meet his. They froze a whisper away from kissing, like time had taken a snapshot of this moment. Then they moved. She gasped a little at the tiny spark when their lips touched. Melted when his tongue slid over hers. His fingers crawled into her hair. His hand cradled her head as he deepened the kiss on a groan that rumbled from his chest into hers.
    God, how she’d missed him.
    His other hand brushed over her buttocks in time with his tongue, harder and harder, bringing up the heat. Her heart raced with the thrum building in her clit. Her pelvis moved. His responded, pushing deep. He kneaded her ass, one cheek and then the other. Her pussy clenched, breath caught. He was going to…
    Tessa jerked away from the kiss. “Don’t.”
    “Why not?”
    To his credit, Rex didn’t feign innocence. It made her want what he was about to do even more.
    “You like it.”
    She couldn’t manage a comeback. Truth be told, a part of her wanted Rex to take charge and give her a paddling that would make her pussy weep and her clit ripen. Her heartbeat sped up. Tessa