Read Online Bound by Lies: Bound #1 (Adult Romantic Suspence) by Hanna Peach - Free Book Online

him to do it again, this time across my lips. But he
doesn’t. He moves aside and places another languid lap along the other corner
of my mouth.
    “And here.” His teeth nip along my jaw, sharp, with enough
pressure for me to feel it sending bolts of electricity through me, but not
enough to really hurt. His hand drags across my thigh until his fingers grip
firmly underneath it, and he pulls me closer to him. The edge of his palm is so
achingly close but not touching the upper seam of my jeans. His nearness warms
me like fire and I want to be burned alive.
    “And here.” He takes my earlobe into his mouth and he sucks
gently. If there isn’t a part of my skin that hasn’t erupted in goose bumps, it
does so now. Oh, sweet Jesus.
    He pushes his nose into my hair and groans. “Oh, kitten, you
smell good enough to eat.” Then his tongue traces around the shell of my ear.
    I forget that we’re in a public place. I push my hips
forward until his hand connects with the most sensitive part of me and a gasp
falls from my lips. I clench my thighs and rock my hips against his hand. My
body is thunder and lightning as the first moan escapes my throat.
    Without warning, he snatches his hand away and pulls his
lips off my skin. My eyes flash at him in shock. His face looks passive, but I
can tell his breathing is unsteady.
    “You dropped your ice cream,” he says.
    I blink, then stare at my hand still hovering in the air,
then at the cone that has fallen to the ground from my limp fingers. I frown as
the rejection turns to anger.
    “What game are you playing?”
    He doesn’t react. I bristle even further. I stand with the
intention to storm away from him, but he grabs my body with both hands and
pulls me onto his lap. God damn, this man is fast. With the speed at which he
clasped me he should have crushed me, or at least hurt me a little. But he
didn’t. Fast. And strong. Yet incredibly controlled. I shiver internally.
    He leans in as he brushes his thumb roughly against my
bottom lip, his eyes glued to my mouth. “Not yet, kitten. Not yet.” He sounds
like he is in pain.
    I can’t help myself. I press my open mouth against his thumb
and lick him, getting my first taste of him. His skin tastes of the ocean and
pistachios. Suddenly I am hungry, hungrier than I have even been before and all
that will sate me is him, his skin, his body underneath my lips, my tongue.
    I see the flash of heat across his eyes before it disappears
behind his carefully controlled façade. My stomach sinks. “ Not yet, kitten.” Even though he wants me, I know he won’t let me have him until he decides
it’s time. He is too much in control. Even more than me. Damn him.
    “Why not?” I ask, trying to keep the sulk out of my voice
but failing. “I know you want me.”
    He chuckles a little. I fight not to roll my eyes. So
glad I could amuse you, you bastard .
    Then his eyes get serious again and his grip on me becomes
firm. “I’m saying not yet because I know the moment I kiss you I’m not going to
be able to stop. And I’m not rushing you, kitten. I need you to trust me first.
And you don’t trust me yet. I can see it in your eyes.”
    My body rages with heat and fire and spits angrily at being
denied him. Again. He feeds me just enough to keep me lit when all I want is to
explode into a brushfire. I want it, even if it burns me in the process. Even
if it sweeps across the world and consumes it, that’s what I want.
    I let out an annoyed growl.
    “Rule number one?”
    I pout. I won’t say the rule. I hate that God damn rule.
    “We can be patient. Trust me, kitten. It’s better this way.”
    He sets me down onto the bench next to him. It feels like he
has taken gravity from me, and I am left unstable for a moment. God damn.
Somehow, he has tethered me to him. Somehow, he is becoming my earth, my
ground, my gravity. He hasn’t even kissed me yet and already I am being bound.
    He takes my hand in his and pulls me to my feet. “Let