The Ties That Bind by Jaci Burton Page A

orgasm. She fisted the blanket and bucked back against him, needing more of his cock.
    “Harder,” she said, pushing back again as he thrust forward. He responded by pulling on the laces of her corset, lifting her up against him, arching her back so he could fuck upward into her pussy. With the other hand he turned her jaw, met her halfway so he could take her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. He moved his hand down the front of her dress, savagely pushing the front of the bodice down to bare her breasts so he could get to her nipples. He circled them with his palm, the roughness a harsh contrast to the softness of her flesh, inflaming her passions to a feverish level.
    “You get wetter when I touch your nipples,” he whispered over her shoulder.
    She could feel it, the sensations both inside and out making her feel crazed and out of control. He pushed her forward again and rode her, driving up hard against her, his balls slapping against her sex as he thrust. She reached between her legs, wanting even more than this, needing to massage the throbbing ache centered at her clit.
    “Fuck. Yes. Make yourself come for me,” Rick said.
    The harsh tone of his command only fueled the flames of her fire even hotter. She rubbed her clit, feeling her pussy tighten like a vise around his cock. The dual action of her own hand and his tunneling cock brought her close to the edge.
    “Rick, I’m going to come.”
    She’d no more gotten the words out than she spiraled out of control, unable to stop the vortex of sensations that hit her as she climaxed. She braced herself on the bed as Rick pushed her hard, then planted his hips against hers, gripping her buttocks as he shuddered against her, and came right after she did with a loud groan and a curse.
    Wiped out, she fell forward onto the mattress and Rick went with her, kissing the back of her sweat-dampened neck before rolling both of them to the side. Still inside her, he continued to stroke her with his cock while he smoothed his hand over her body and kissed her shoulder.
    It had never been like this before. Never. Not such wild, uncontrollable passion, this hard edge that had taken her beyond the point of reason. She was drained, emotionally and physically.
    “Come on,” Rick said, sliding off the bed.
    She went with him, her body on autopilot now. He turned her around and untied the laces of the corset, pulled her dress off and draped it over the chair, then took her by the hand into the bathroom. He turned on the low-level lights so the bathroom was dimly lit, then ran water in the whirlpool tub while she leaned against the counter and yawned, enjoying the steam rising from the tub.
    Rick stepped in first, then held out his hand, holding hers while she climbed in and settled down in the water. He pulled her against him, her back to his chest, his legs spread so she could sit between them. He hit the jets and warm, frothy water swirled around them.
    Soon, every limb was a lead weight and she dropped her head helplessly against him.
    “I’m going to pass out on you,” she murmured. “I hope you weren’t planning to assault me again.”
    The deep vibration of his laugh rumbled against her back. “I’m sure I could manage…somehow…to get it up again for you, babe, but only if you force me.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re probably already thinking of ways you can fuck me in the bathtub.”
    “Hey, you’re the one who brought up sex in the tub. I’m just trying to relax you.”
    “I am relaxed. Too relaxed. How will I ever adjust to real life again?”
    He reached around her, wrapping his arms under her breasts to pull her closer. “Reality isn’t much different, is it?”
    She tilted her head back to stare up at him. “Are you kidding? This life is too easy. We’ve been living a total fantasy all week.”
    He cocked a brow. “Have we?”
    “Yes. A great vacation filled with hot, sunny days and warm, breezy nights. Lazing about with nothing to do but