Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Free Page A

was aching to answer.
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    “It’s my birthday, I want to celebrate.” She peeked through her lashes and smirked. “Maybe after a drink or two, I will answer your question.”
    He cleared his throat. “What question was that?”
    “You asked if I had a wish you could grant,” she said, low and sultry.
    His head grew dizzy and light as all his blood flowed in one direction. “Sounds good to me.”
    She pushed back her chair. “Thank you for the ice cream.”
    “You are very welcome.” He stood and placed out his arm. “After you...”
    “I’m in Deer Hollow development, number two, twenty-one,” she said. “Do you know where it is?”
    “Sure, but I thought I’d follow you.”
    “You can’t,” she replied as they reached the exit.
    “Why’s that?” He asked.
    “Because first, you need to go buy some condoms.” She turned away and pushed open the door.
    Condoms. Plural. Sudden heat burned Bryce’s skin.
    ****
    Ice clinked as Christina sipped her sangria. She stretched out her legs. Not bad, for thirty-something legs.
    How she and Mr. Walker had both ended up on her floor, she wasn’t quite sure. Bryce sprawled across her carpet, his jeans stretched taut over his muscled thighs— sigh —so hot. She wasn’t going to give up her view.
    She attempted to summon her inner censor. But nothing inside was gonna agree that sex would be wrong...hasty. Having Bryce in her home set her body on fire, and she loved the smolder.
    He leaned on his elbow. His inscrutable hazel eyes patiently drank her in. She squelched a nervous smile and drank deep from her glass, admiring his chest’s athletic taper. The drink, she decided, had been a marvelous idea. Each mouthful cooled her inhibitions and heightened the swirling, pleasant, ‘floaty’ feeling.
    She’d been full of marvelous ideas today, hadn’t she? An ice cream, an impromptu birthday party, and her own private present in the form of a beautifully muscled English teacher/baseball coach.
    He chewed his lip and her ‘floaty’ feeling condensed into an inner thigh throb.
    Why the hell hadn’t he made a move? The small package of condoms resting on her counter served as a clear reminder of both their expectations. But he hadn’t so much as reached for her neck .
    He waited, unhurried. If only she could quell the sensation that she was about to be devoured, she would get things started.
    She suspected sex would be different with Bryce...hotter...more unrestrained. And though the thought struck fear into her belly, his animal draw was also the reason she’d grown bold enough to invite him over.
    She needed a good, hard fuck, damn it.
    She’d spent hours and hours watching him coach. Despite his dangerous air, his patience with the kids had given her a measure of trust she couldn’t hope to achieve in a few dates with a stranger.
    All right, already. She set aside her drink and inched closer. “This thing between us has been building for months.”
    “True,” he replied.
    Energy prowled in his thick, musky scent. One small signal and he would pounce. Pin-pricks of expectancy danced up her spine and her mound throbbed, heavy with arousal. She checked her gut: still certain.
    “Well Mr. Walker.” She sighed, hoisting herself onto one elbow to mirror his position. “It’s about time we saw it through, don’t you think?”
    Her blouse gaped and his gaze rested like a warm palm on her breasts.
    “First, your wish.” His voice’s cragged edge dried her throat.
    She groped through lust and alcohol’s haze, seeking some way to articulate. “I wish for a man—”
    “That much I took for granted,” he interrupted, smirking.
    She arched a brow. “You shouldn’t take that particular wish for granted,” she said, hoping he’d miss her slight slur. “I spent my first year of college at an exclusive women’s university and I hung with a very curious crowd.”
    “Ha,” he laughed, though the muscles beneath his shirt