The Wrong Bond

14

Yikes. That sounded ominous. Being as rich as the Eltons was supposed to mean they could do anything they wanted. That was the main reason anyone wanted to be stinking rich: to have complete freedom.

But being held back by responsibilities sounded terrible. Somehow, Shawn managed to surprise me every time we talked. He’d always seemed to have a heart, and now he had a passion, and that was making it hard for me not to like him more.

His face grew clouded as we both finished our meal.

“You don’t have to think too deeply about it,” I told him, reaching out to place my palm on his.

“Yeah, I know.”

He slid his hand out from underneath mine and held it, his fingers rubbing circles at the top of my palm.

My breathing stopped as shivers ran through my body and blood pounded in my ears. It suddenly seemed like the air conditioner had stopped, and it felt stuffy in the kitchen. The electricity I had felt every day for the past week hit me square in the face.

“We should clean up our plates,” I breathed, an obvious shake in my voice.

“Yeah, I agree,” Shawn said.

For a very short moment, neither of us moved. Our eyes were fixed on each other as Shawn continued rubbing circles around my palm.

Suddenly, his mouth crashed down on mine, and my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me. A low moan came from my mouth, and he pushed the plates to the side, lifted me by my waist, and placed me on the counter.

I could see the primal desire in his eyes as he pulled back to look at me.

My initial thought was to push him off because we needed ground rules for this kind of relationship. We needed to scrap cooking and eating a meal together, and he needed to stop talking about earning points when he was paying me to spend time with him.

But I didn’t push him off. I couldn’t. Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his lips back to mine. I felt his firm grip on the back of my neck and the pressure of his lips on mine.

His mouth moved over mine, hot and demanding, and my thoughts became foggy. I didn’t know what I’d expected for our first kiss, but it certainly wasn’t this.

I’d kissed my fair share of men in my life, but none had ever kissed me like this. I gasped when Shawn moved between my legs without breaking the kiss, his hands moving all over my body.

He hooked my legs around his waist and carried me to the living room, placing me gently on the sofa. He cupped my neck, the world fading away and leaving only him in the frame.

My breath hitched as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. It was an all-consuming, desperate fight with our mouths. I craved more of him.

“Shawn,” I gasped as his hand slipped beneath my shirt, skimming over my stomach.

“Keep saying my name,” he murmured, his voice husky with urgency as he trailed kisses down my neck.

I couldn’t even speak as my body was completely ablaze with heat. His hand snaked under my shirt and took it off, and Shawn paused, taking me in, his eyes hungry with need.

Then he cupped my breasts, his hands moving across my body as if committing every dip and curve to memory. He grazed a n****e with his lips, and a choked moan escaped me as his fingers pinched my other n****e.

I moaned, glad I’d picked today to not wear a bra.

His hands slowly began to move lower, the anticipation heightening my feelings of passion. His heat seared through my clothes, and then a wave of his scent hit me, thick with the unmistakable scent of his arousal.

One of the skills I’d gotten from my father, who I’d never known, was my top-notch sense of smell, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

My heart pounded in my chest as his hand found the waistband of my jeans, and with a single tug, he pulled them off.

His touch dipped lower, a slow descent that left me breathless with need. Heat flooded my face as everything seemed to hang on that very moment.

“Please,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his hair as a wave of raw need washed over me. Every touch, every brush of his hand, sent shivers down my spine.

He chuckled, a dark rumble against my skin. “Please what, beautiful?”

The words wouldn’t form. My voice was lost in the rising tide of desire. All I could manage was a whimper, a sound laced with desperation.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Please, I need you.”

It was as if he’d been hanging on by a thread of control, and in that moment, it seemed to shatter right before my eyes.

He pulled down my panties and nipped the skin of my inner thighs. So far, he had been doing all the work, and I wondered if I should intervene. I was the one getting paid, after all.

But all thoughts vanished from my head when Shawn dragged a finger along my wetness. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Huh?” was all I could get out. Using my brain right now felt like torture.

“What. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Do. To. You?” he asked, punctuating each word with a kiss on my bud.

“I want you,” I panted.

He pushed my legs apart and went in like a man starved. He licked and sucked, and I couldn’t hear anything but my own cries of pleasure.

My heart hammered in my chest, a chaotic mixture of wanting him to stop or to never let go. Sweat beaded on his skin, and his touch sent shivers down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered before I could stop myself.

I was certain I wouldn’t be able to look Shawn in the eyes after today. I was a writhing mess under him, and all my defenses and confidence had shattered the first moment he had touched me.

As he used his mouth, he dipped a finger into me, thrusting in and out with practiced rhythm. He kept his mouth on my c**t as he thrust with his fingers. I wanted more; I wanted him.

My c****x was a wave like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and as it washed over me, it tore a loud scream out of me. As the tremors subsided, a delicious weakness filled my limbs.

“I want you,” he breathed as he kissed my palm and led a trail of kisses to my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I was still delirious from what had just happened. No one had ever made me come like that, and I still couldn’t feel my limbs.

But the thoughts persisted. Did he want me for my body? Or did he want me?

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t need him to like you, Ally. It would even be better if emotions weren’t involved.” I heard Leah’s voice in my head.

She was right. Emotions would only cloud my judgment and end up hurting me. But it was hard not to get emotional when he said things like that and cooked pasta for me.

“I want you, Arlene,” Shawn repeated.