Page 87 of The Truths We Find

Emotion flickers between us—ten years of history, mistakes, second chances—before the heat rushes back in to take over.

I slip the tie free from around his neck, holding the ends in my hands. “So,” I whisper. “What do you think?”

He gently takes it from me and sets it on the cushion next to him.

“We’ll get there,” he says, voice rougher now. “But there’s something I need to do first.”

And then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is deep and demanding, stealing my breath. His hands move with purpose, sliding along my back, anchoring me against him as the night air turns electric around us.

My fingers grip tighter in his hair, tugging him closer, craving him in a way that I’ve never felt before. I grind down onto him, and he lifts his hips to meet mine. The friction against my clit ignites a fire that spreads through every nerve, leaving me dizzy and desperate for more.

“Gavin… please.” My voice is trembling with want.

His hand slides between my legs. “Already wet for me, sweetheart?”

“For you… always.”

His low groan vibrates through me, and it sends another shiver down my spine. I tease him with another roll of my hips, my body aching for every inch of him.

He’s so hard right now, and I need to feel him against me.

I reach down to undo his pants, attempting to free his cock. But his hands stop me, and a whimper escapes me.

“So eager,” he says.

“And you’re not?”

“Oh, trust me… you have no idea how badly I want you. But I have plans.”

Before I can argue, he lifts us both and lays me longways across the couch. Anticipation is gnawing at me. He grabs the tie, positioning himself between my legs. “Now… what should I do with this?” he teases.

“I can think of a few ideas,” I manage to get out, letting my arms fall above my head onto the cold metal armrest.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”

“Show me.” My heart thunders in my chest, my nerves alive with the thrill of giving myself over like this.

With a sly grin, he loops the tie around my wrists, binding me, then secures the loose ends above my head to the armrest. I tug instinctively, and panic flares for a moment, then heat washes over. I can feel myself surrendering to him completely, and the intensity of that makes me ache in ways I didn’t know were possible.

Normally, I need to be the one in control. But right now… I’m completely at the mercy of Gavin Baker. And the thought of surrendering like this makes my chest tighten with something I can’t quite name. But I like it.

I watch him stand, peeling off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxer briefs in place. My eyes trace every line, every curve, every ripple of muscle, and I feel that familiar need grow stronger. I will never get over this man’s body. Ever.

He positions himself back between my legs, and I shiver, both from anticipation and the delicious terror of not knowing exactly what he’ll do next.

“If you need me to untie you, you just let me know. Until then, I am going to thoroughly enjoy this.”

I can’t speak. I only nod—my need for him almost painful.

He leans down, trailing soft, wet kisses across my neck. Each press of his lips setting my nerves on fire. My pulse hammers in my ears as he moves lower, down my chest. His teeth catch on the fabric of my bra, nipping at my breast, and I gasp, my back arching instinctively, desperate for more.

“Well, this being here just won’t do,” he murmurs against my fabric-covered skin.

Gavin reaches one hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, while the other cups my breast, kneading it with a possessive urgency. I bite my lip, trying to hold myself together, but my body is already betraying me, shaking under his touch.

With a sudden tug, he rips the bra from my body, letting it fall to the floor, and leaving me completely exposed. My nipples ache for attention, and he doesn’t waste a second. He traps one between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, and I arch, helpless, begging without words.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, teasing me, and then his hand snakes between my thighs, rubbing along the sensitive skin, brushing so close to the place I need him most.