Tying You Down by Cheyenne McCray Page A

between her thighs, then bracing himself over her as he positioned his cock against her core. “You’re mine, Jo.” He remained motionless for a moment. “I’ll always take care of you. You’ll always be a part of me.”
    Her heart pounded at his words. Conflicting emotions warred inside her, but what won out over everything else was lust. She wasn’t ready to face anything else but her need to have him.
    Slowly, he slid inside her, and she gasped as his thickness stretched her, filled her, and his length reached deep inside.
    She grasped his rock-hard thighs as he began to take her. She loved the feel of the muscles flexing beneath her fingers and she dug her nails into him.
    His strokes were firm but he began to increase in tempo. His thrusts became harder and harder. It felt like he reached deeper and deeper inside her.
    The fierceness of his expression, the tension in his jaw, told her what a fine line he was riding between holding back and climaxing. The way he looked at her, and his firm, hard strokes, had another orgasm building inside her within moments.
    Her skin flushed hot and she raised her hips in time to meet his thrusts. Every movement of his body, every brush of skin against skin had her nearly flying apart.
    And then she was flying.
    She barely recognized his shout as he climaxed with her. He continued to move in and out of her, milking his cock, drawing out both of their orgasms.
    When he finally stopped, she started to come down, to drift from that place she’d gone to just moments before.
    She looked up into his eyes as he stared down at her, his hands braced to either side of her shoulders.
    He raised one hand and brushed his knuckles along her cheek and down her jawline. She shivered at the touch. He said nothing, but a world of meaning was in his eyes.
     

Chapter 14
     
    What had she done?
    Jo slipped out of bed, naked, and stared down at Tate’s sleeping form as he lay on his stomach, the sheet draped loosely over his hips, his torso bare. He looked so hot with his dark hair tousled and a shadow of beard on his jaws. His back was muscular, his shoulders broad, and every muscle in his arms seem well defined as he hugged his pillow beneath his head.
    She swallowed, turned away, and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and leaned her back up against it for a moment, shutting her eyes and trying to get his sexy image out of her mind.
    It was no use. She opened her eyes, pushed away from the door, and braced her palms on either side of the sink and looked at her reflection. Her own hair was a mess, her lips swollen from his kisses. She felt well and thoroughly taken, her body sore from being well used.
    She looked away from her reflection and went to the glass-walled shower. She opened the door and turned it on, running it until the water was warm, then stepped under the spray. She lifted her face and let the water rush over her. She wet her long hair and pulled it back over her shoulders as she let the spray beat down on her breasts.
    If she was being honest with herself, last night had been amazing. But what ate at her was the fact that she knew Tate would expect more of her than just sex. He’d said as much.
    It had been too soon to go to bed with him. But she’d wanted him so badly that it had been all she could think about. She’d let her hormones get the best of her.
    The bathroom door clicked and she stiffened.
    “Want some company?” came Tate’s low drawl as he opened the shower’s glass door.
    Her body responded almost instantly. Yes, she more than wanted company when it came to him, even as she mentally battled herself.
    She relaxed and turned to him, water running in rivulets down her body. “Good morning,” she said and almost groaned when she saw his naked body and how damned good looking he was.
    He shut the glass door behind him, brought her into his arms, and kissed her. She gave a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut, and then slipped her arms around