The Bound Heart by Elsa Holland

need for him that just grew.
    She wanted his hands.
    His touch.
    His body releasing.
    Teeth nipped her lip bringing her attention up,
    “Breathe with me Olive.”
    And then his tongue slipped back into her mouth, stayed there, moving, tasting, dancing. She could hardly breathe as the kiss took over everything.
    She wriggled under him, tugged at the ties. All the while, his tongue pushed in and out.
    He drew a thundering breath as his tongue circled her lips then his lips covered hers, and he breathed into her. The air filled her, opened her up with a click, and every part of her came into alignment and relaxed. Her mouth and throat opened, and her chest arched up into him as the air filled her.
    His hips ground into her and his lips softened. Air flowed from her and he lifted slightly then breathed her breath in. Taken her into him as she had done him. She dragged another breath in; it was mixed with air from his mouth as he exhaled.
    His hips pressed against her.
    He took in the air she released.
    And his hips pushed forward again.
    The movement of their hips following the rhythm of their breath, as if their bodies danced with each gasp, rocked with each lungful they shared.
    He lifted, but her head followed him up and their kiss, their shared breathing stayed locked together.
    Jamie pulled away. A whimper slipped out as the ropes stopped her following him.
    His eyes moved to her breasts, a dark, needy gaze that licked at her flesh.
    She pushed her chest out. Her breasts offered in wanton need.
    His eyes flashed. Dark, hot pleasure rippled through her belly, down through her core and between her legs as he brought his mouth over her nipple. Sucked and tugged it in his mouth.
    Gently, he rubbed the stubble of his chin over one nipple then the next. A soft scrapping, sensitizing, taunting, punishing, and pleasing.
    A strange whimpering came up from her chest again. A sound full of the hunger, the burst of heat between her legs, the restless ache that made her legs move.
    He rubbed his chin across her nipples again, so tender so alight with feeling. Then his mouth, licked sucked and drove her wild with need as each burning stroke of his tongue sent blasts of hot sensation rioting through her body. Through her breasts, her belly, between her legs, and deep into her core.
    This man, this Jamie was new.
    A hunger radiated from him, a commanding strength that delivered the surest of strokes and softest of attentions.
    His hand moved down, unbuttoned her skirt, unbuttoned her draws, and then slid into then. Her heart raced, her breath held waiting for that one touch.
    His hand slid lower, fire over her belly and lower.
    The one intimate press between her legs.
    The doubt, the cold night, the ache in her leg as she walked, burned away in the bliss of his skin on hers.
    His face lifted.
    His finger slid over her sex. Her thighs curled open in welcome.
    She went to touch him and her hands jerked against the rope. The corners of his eyes creased and his mouth curled in a part smile as he teased her with touches that slid over her damp folds and nothing more.
    Her back arched and she undulated, pushed her hips into his hands as her arms strained against their restraints and achy hot need coiled through. The immobilization was frustrating, exciting, her need heightened. Nothing could have prepared her for how she felt. No fantasy, no self-pleasuring came close.
    He smiled fully as he looked down at her, his fingers moving between her legs and yet not where she needed as the pressure built.
    “Jamie…”
    “You ready?” He grinned as he finally slipped his fingers into her and then out, in and then out, and then blast him, back to sliding through her swollen lips.
    All she could manage was a growl.
    He laughed and partially moved over her. The weight of him pressing her down. His consummate fingers playing her past bearing.
    Now she knew what those looks from across the workshop held, knew what could do to her and here they were on the