Page 60 of Bound By You


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“I don’t know.”

“Geez, thanks for the guidance.”

“I don’t think you need anyone to guide you in life.”

“We all need it at times,” he said.

“True. I guess I want to know if you see any possibilities.”

He snorted. “I see many possibilities with a woman.”

He was baiting her again. That’s fine. She was getting used to this.

Maybe if she stood up for herself more in life, she wouldn’t have ended up with idiots like Fredrick.

She waved her hand in front of her face as if cooling her body down. “I see the same with you.”

He dropped the pole he’d taken back and gripped her upper arms. Not hard, but enough that he had a good hold on her.

Her back ended up against a tree, his mouth on hers.

Holy cow. She hadn’t seen this coming.

It wasn’t a nice gentle kiss she was used to getting the first time from men.

It was scorching. Steamy. Erotic.

Everything that she’d fantasized about alone at night.

His mouth slanted across hers, his lips nudging hers apart, his tongue coming in to taste, then to play.

She wanted to wrap her arms around his waist and hold on, but she was trapped by his hands.

Not that she was complaining.

Nope. He could keep her like this all night long.

Her tongue was dancing with his, she groaned in her throat; he did the same.

Then she heard a buzzing sound and broke away, her eyes darting around.

“Shit,” he said, stepping back. “I’m sorry.”

She was waving her hand and moving away and closer to him, then she ducked behind him, her hands on his waist. “Kill it. Slap it again. Please. I want another kiss, but can’t with that by me.”

He sighed, waved his hand at the bee that was circling. “It’s just a bumblebee. It’s more afraid of you than you are of it.”

“I doubt that. They sting.”

“Rarely. Unless I try to kill it with my hands. I’ll take a hard pass on it.”

He turned to walk toward his pole, but her hands stayed on his waist as if they were glued there. A good excuse to keep touching him.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to my place,” he said. “I’ve been out here for three hours.”

“And you’ve caught nothing in three hours?”