Duty Bound by Samantha Chase

kiss me more deeply.
    I was rocking beneath him, the compulsion of a building arousal driving my body into rhythmic motion. He was mostly on the couch now too, his chest pressing into mine as I tried to wrap one of my legs around his hips.
    I had to turn my head and gasp when I felt suddenly like my head might explode. I couldn’t understand how I’d gotten turned on so quickly, from nothing more than a kiss.
    “You okay?” he asked, panting audibly. He straightened up slightly and, when I turned to look up at him, I saw he was searching my expression.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Just about to go wild for no particular reason.”
    His expression shifted, and he gave me a wicked look. “What do you mean no particular reason? I think there’s a very particular reason.” He reached down to cup my face with his hand and gently caressed my lips with his thumb.
    The light touch felt so good I felt arousal pulse stronger between my legs. I gasped again and reached up to grab the couch cushion.
    “See,” he said, his smile broadening. “I told you there was a reason.”
    “Don’t get smug.” I reached out toward his crotch and was infinitely pleased to find a hard bulge at the front of his jeans. “It feels like you have pretty good reason yourself.”
    “Damn right.” With a soft groan, he leaned back down to claim my lips, but this time he pulled me up instead of lowering himself onto me. He easily hauled me up from my position and rearranged me onto his lap. He was incredibly strong—I knew that first-hand—but I’m still not sure how he managed to move me so easily.
    But move me he did. I’d been stretched out on the couch, but in just a few seconds he was seated on the couch instead and I was straddling his lap.
    I’ve got to admit it. I had no complaints about this new arrangement. I clawed at the back of his neck and shoulders as his kiss became hot and aggressive. I wanted it. Needed it. Opened more fully to him and met the motion of his tongue with mine.
    My body was alive with pleasure, excitement, and increasing need, and I started grinding myself against his groin to answer the deepening ache.
    “Harper,” Levi murmured, finally releasing my mouth. “Harper, you’re incredible.”
    I gave a silly whimper in response—which was as lucid as I was capable of at the moment—and let my head fall back, arching my neck and dragging in thick gasps of air.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said hoarsely, his big hands sliding down to span the curve of my bottom. “So beautiful and hot and eager. Fuck, how did this happen? I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”
    It was exactly what I needed to hear. I rubbed my arousal against the hardness of his, desperate for relief and not caring how shamelessly uninhibited I was in my need.
    His hands tightened on my hips, holding me in place from my frantic motion. “Not so fast,” he rasped, “or it will be over before it’s begun.”
    I clawed at his neck some more and struggled to move against the strength of his hands. “But I need to come so bad.” I was half-embarrassed to admit it, but the deep need for him was just too strong.
    “You will,” he murmured, sliding his hands up to my ribs and then higher to cup my breasts. “Just trust me. You will.”
    I breathed deeply to calm myself down, trying to fight the instinct to hump him until I came. I arched into his hands when he started to gently fondle my nipples through my shirt. “I’m not big on trust,” I managed to gasp, the words slipping out without conscious thought, so overwhelmed was I by emotion, sensation.
    “Me either.” His words seemed just as unconscious as mine were. “But trust me in this. I want to make you come like you’ve never come before. I want to make you come apart beneath me.” He pulled my head down with one hand and kissed me softly. “What do you want?”
    “I want that.” Our foreheads leaned together briefly. “But I want you to come apart too.”
    “You