Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Online Free Page B

love the lilt of your voice.”
    English teachers and alliteration. She didn’t dare smile, though the thought eased her fear.
    They were playing a game. Or not. She wasn’t really sure what was real. Whatever was going on, there was no way in hell she was going to break the mood.
    “Yes, Bryce,” she said in a breathy whisper.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, I will answer when you ask a question.” She sucked in. “And, yes, I want to surrender…to you.”
    Just a hint of a shudder ran the length of his body. This time, she did smile. He stopped stroking and wound his fingers into her hair.
    With his thumb tracing her chin he said, “For tonight, you are mine.”
    Oh, shit. Her insides turned to jelly, one big pool of fucking gelatin. Her eyes flickered back to the carpet as her cheeks flamed. He released her, sat up on his knees and then stood.
    Her naked breasts tingled. She wrapped her arms around her body.
    “Stand,” he ordered.
    Her legs trembled, weak and unreliable. How she managed to get to her feet, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t stay there long. He lifted her into his arms.
    Well enough, she thought, because she couldn’t have walked, and she was too mortified to look into his eyes just yet. She wanted this, she wanted it bad.
    “My bed’s past the entrance, to the right,” she said.
    She wanted to feel his unyielding weight squeeze her tits and force her body into her mattress. She wanted to buck as he shoved his cock into her. Fuck it all, she wanted very much for him to command her. Then maybe, just maybe, she’d grant him her surrender.
    ...but not before demanding his.
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    Bryce pressed Christina into her pillows. He lowered, dipping down to feast on her sherry cream flesh. As he rolled his tongue against her rust-brown nipple, he thought of the old English vows from the novels he taught. With my body, I thee worship . He closed his lips around her bud and sucked.
    She curled back, offering herself to him, eyes closed.
    Christina, Christina, Christina. He rose, gaze resting on her face. The emotions playing there fascinated. She’d granted him rare trust.
    She twisted her hips in a small arch as if to ask why he stopped. To reassure, he placed his hand on her forehead. He needed to step back from the edge if he meant this to last.
    He admitted to himself he was a bit rusty on the seduction side, not that she seemed to notice. What had he been thinking to promise screaming-perfect sex on the first try? Learning a woman’s triggers took time. Time to discover the meaning of each shade of her skin, time to explore every inch of her body, time for slight tremors to betray her secret sensitivities.
    Not that Christina was too much of a mystery. He’d already found a deeply responsive hollow at her neck’s base. Her nipples were practically alive.
    She sighed—a sound full of nervous, breathy anticipation...and challenge. ‘Yes, I want to surrender,’ his ass.
    Oh, she wanted a little rough sex, but did she truly understand what she had unleashed? Did she know what was inside of him…of her?
    Mine to command.
    His heart beat in his throat as he ran his knuckles down her cheek. Fate. He recalled first seeing her at the ice cream shop. Hubris, more like. He hadn’t meant to push the control game this far. Not yet, anyway.
    Maybe it was all the long months of repressed desire or, more likely, her all-too-accurate challenge about surrender. It really didn’t matter, did it? He was here now, and he sure as hell better follow through.
    They were toying with TNT, but he’d never backed away from a challenge. The fight was part of the allure. Beyond the fight, beyond today’s game, Christina was something truly special.
    For a year, he’d watched her in action. She commanded the respect of staff and students alike, yet she remained soft and connected when with her son. Her wickedly sarcastic sense of humor hid her vulnerability, her responsive sensuality.
    When she granted a man her surrender,