Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Free

fell apart. Fabric caressed her skin as Eric crinkled her dress in his fist. Inch by slow inch, he exposed her, though his body kept their activities private.
    She and Christina—Lisa’s other bridesmaid—had worn thigh-high stockings and gone panty-less during the wedding. They had both planned seductions and wanted to heighten their anticipation. Now, Jillie was glad—so glad. She ached to feel Eric’s fingers stroke her engorged clit.
    “Ah, yeah.”
    His chest vibrated with a carnal hum of lust when he realized she was bare. He slid his fingers—quick and light—against her wetness. She rode the sensation, shivering.
    “You are so hot, Jil,” he whispered. “I can feel how wet you are.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. She parted her lips and closed her eyes. His hands felt so good. At last . Thank God they were in the back corner and the table was bolted to the floor.
    She moaned, low and quiet. Again, Eric pressed his lips to her ear. “I want you to come for me. No one can see.”
    He breathed in unison with her. Tension climbed down her legs and spiraled up through her stiffened nipples. She wanted to come…she’d waited so long. She pulsed there, just at the edge of release, but needing something more.
    “Talk to me Eric, please.”
    “Let go, Jillie. Come for me. That’s it…”
    He pinched a nipple through her dress and she whimpered.
    “I want you to come. Now.”
    His words, whispered in a rush of heated breath, triggered her orgasm. She pressed her head back into his chest and twisted. All the tension that had coiled deep in her belly exploded in vibrating tremors of warm pleasure. Gasping, she allowed her climax to wash over her. It sank through her body like wet waves on dry sand, shaking her to the core. She quivered in his arms.
    She tilted toward him, curling her legs up onto his lap. She panted as the after-shock trickled down her legs and up her spine. How could she have just come, and still crave him? She rocked one thigh gently up toward his stomach, not stopping until her fingers met his bulge.
    She wanted to slide his cock between her fingers. She wanted to feel his soft, stretched skin against her hands. She wanted to cup his balls, flick her tongue over his twitching head, and listen to him groan with the kind of pleasure he had just given.
    Eric grabbed her hand.
    “Soon enough, Jillie,” he said with the confidence of a man who knows what he has to offer.
    “When?” she asked, her voice heavy with need.
    “I want to take you home right now, but I have a few things I have to do first,” Eric grasped her by the chin. “Meet me at my place in about two hours.”
    “Yes,” she replied.
    “Oh, and change your dress.”
    “Definitely!” she laughed.
    “I’ll pay,” Eric leaned forward to remove his wallet from his back pocket. “You go back to the hotel and get changed. I’ll be waiting.”
    “Thank you.” Her breath hitched.
    “You don’t have anything to thank me for.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Yet.”
    ****
    Dirt crackled under Jillian’s tires as she pulled into Eric’s drive. Her headlights lit the darkness, spilling through the hot, humid night and lighting the simple lines of Eric’s lakefront log cabin.
    In high school, their group of friends had spent many lazy Saturdays either lounging on the public beaches in this area or swimming in the cedar water. She turned off the ignition and admired his home.
    As a successful architect, he’d renovated the house to his taste and the cabin served as office, home and advertisement. Pride swelled in her chest; he was a man who went after what he wanted. Now, he wanted her.
    She pulled back her shoulders, smiled, and opened her car door.
    The hot Jersey night engulfed her, stealing her breath. The air was alive with the chirping of crickets and other night creatures. She wriggled her toes in her flip-flops, and then decided to slip her shoes off altogether. The gravel warmed her feet.
    Tonight is all