“You holding me like this is making me feel better.”
So many women had thrown themselves at him, and all of them had too bright smiles and barely hidden objectives.He had given up hope of finding love like his brother had.Especially not with someone a decade younger than him.But he was never going to let this woman go.
He grazed his lips against hers, kissing her with fiery possession.This woman, with her damnable preservation and usually cheerful demeanor, washis, and he’d burn down entire cities if it’d make her day better.
“I got you, baby.You fall apart.I’ll put you back together, piece by piece.Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not yet.I like you touching me.”He caressed her cheek, wishing that she’d open up to him and tell him what those men said to her.But there was no reason to push her.He could give her what she was asking for.
“I love touching you.”He caressed her cheek, sliding his hand down to her breast, and pressed his palm against her nipple.He made little circles, causing her to arch into his touch, asking for more.
She sniffled as he kept touching her, gliding his hand between her legs.He gently tugged on the rope wrapped around her knees.
“I try so hard.”Her voice cracked as she said those words.Ares leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye.
“You do try.And you succeed, my sweet girl.Whatever those assholes said to you, don’t let them get you down.”
Her lips trembled, and she exhaled, a cry so high it echoed around the room.
From the top of her breasts to her side, he massaged her skin in little circles until her crying stopped.
“That’s it, my good girl.”He kissed her soft skin on her ankles, above the rope, and covered every part of her body that he had access to with a soft caress of kisses, determined to soothe away her worries.
When he got to her face, he cupped her cheek, satisfied to see her eyes dry.“Feel better?”
“Yes.I loved it when you tugged on the ropes and kissed me.”
“Kissing you is my favourite thing to do,” Ares sealed his words with a brisk kiss against her lips.
Josie laughed, the tension leaving her face, the light back in her eyes.
“Want to try the mitt?”
“Yes,” the corners of her mouth quivered with a small smile.
Ares retrieved the mitt and settled at her back.
He brushed her legs with the faux fur side of the glove with firm pressure.
“That feels good.”
Ares tangled his fingers in her soft curls and swiped his mitted hand back down, over her ass, around her hip, then up, gliding over her breasts.
She giggled as he swiped it along her nipples.
“There, give in Josie.You don’t have to think right now, just feel.You’re safe here with me, all bound in a ball.”
He traced her jawline with his lips, moving down to her slender neck, as his gloved hand trailed over the plane of her stomach.
“Ahh.”The soft moan escaped her lips.Her eyes met his, and nothing he had ever experienced was intimate as this sizzling connection.
“More, yes!”She twisted in the ropes as he swept the mitt along her arm, around her back, tugging her on her side.He gently tapped her ass with the spikey side of the spit.
“Ares!”She giggled as he kept up the pressure, laughing himself as she contorted, trying to get away from his hand.
“You do like being tickled.”
“No!Not at all.But this is....pokey tickling!”
