Authors: Mary Calmes

All Kinds of Tied Down (36 page)

“I wanna see your face when we do this.”

He nodded and reached for me.

I pounced on him, taking his mouth, parting his thighs so I could move between them, raising his knees so his feet were on the backs of my calves. His cock was pressed between us as I devoured him, missing nothing, giving him bruising kisses until he had to turn his head to gulp for air.

“Kiss me again,” he pleaded.

I sat back, flipped open the cap of the lube, and as I slicked my cock, his eyes narrowed to slits of feverish dark blue.

“Miro.”

“I need to make you ready.”

“No,” he insisted. “I can’t wait—don’t want to.”

Tossing the lube aside, pressing against his entrance, he bowed up off the bed, wanting me.

“Pass me a pillow.”

He handed me mine and I shoved it under him, changing the angle as I pushed gently forward, slipping inside. He grabbed hold of my biceps, slid his legs up my thighs and locked them around my hips.

“I’m gonna go slow and—”

“You know, sometimes I’ll notice you walking beside me, and I’m so proud.”

I dropped my head forward, needing to be buried in him but holding back, keeping my entry slow, steady, feeling his muscles ripple around me.

“And now… it’ll be more, ’cause I know you’re mine.”

“Ian,” I ground out.

“I need… Miro… c’mon, man, just take what you want.”

I thrust hard, as deep as I could, and he yelled my name before coiling his arms around me.

I was wrapped up in him.

“You have to move.”

“Then you have to let go.”

“No,” he rasped, lifting for my mouth.

Jesus.

He didn’t want to let go of me?

“Miro,” he said, thick and dark. “Show me—”

That I loved him? Wanted him? Needed him? What did he have to see? Feel? Taste? Hear?

“—your heart.”

But I had. For three years, every day, I had shown Ian Doyle the depth of my love.

Unwinding his arms from around my neck, I curled my fingers into his, marrying our palms, and pressed both hands down onto the mattress.

“I love you, Ian,” I rumbled, my voice gritty with feeling as I stared into his eyes. “Don’t ever doubt my heart.”

He squinted fast but it didn’t work: a stray tear leaked out and ran down his temple. I caught it with a kiss before I drove into him, desperate to make him feel my love.

“Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” he said, sounding broken, crackly. “Always.”

Our hands fused together, both of us holding as tight as we could, him lifting, meeting every rolling thrust, and me trying to anchor him, his knees spread wide, my mouth slanting over his, laying claim to every piece of Ian. Heart, mind, body, soul—all mine.

I ground into him, the motion slow and sensuous, and he took me, his muscles holding me tight as I pushed and pushed deeper, taking as he gave until he went stiff beneath me in his release, pumping hot and slick between us.

“Miro,” he panted, trying to free his hands, wanting them on me.

His orgasm twisted his muscles around my cock, and the heat between us, the rhythm and the slide, all of it tore my climax from me. He shivered as I filled him, and then harder when I kissed him, rubbing my tongue over his.

It took long minutes for us to be able to speak, much less move.

“You okay?” I asked when I finally unsealed our lips.

“Oh yes,” he murmured.

When I eased free, I was going to dart to the bathroom and grab a washcloth and a towel, but he wrapped me in his arms, hugging me tight.

“We should take a shower.” I chuckled into his sweaty hair, nuzzling, kissing his temple, his cheek, tightening my hold on him instead of letting go.

“Yeah,” he agreed, not moving, sliding his leg between mine. “You know, I think I might be ready to tie you down.”

I smiled, loving the feel of all his skin all over mine. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he growled, and God it was sexy.

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“I belong to you, right?”

“Yes, you do,” he said, and the confidence in his voice sent a warm buzz through me.

“Okay, then.”

“How do you feel about rope?”

The laughter bubbled out of me. I could not ever remember being happier.

“I promise to untie you,” he swore, kissing my throat, his hands starting to roam. “Maybe.”

Like I cared. Between us was trust, friendship, the whole shebang. And now, most importantly, love.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into my ear.

It went both ways.

About the Author

M
ARY
C
ALMES
lives in Lexington, Kentucky, with her husband and two children and loves all the seasons except summer. She graduated from the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California, with a bachelor’s degree in English literature. Due to the fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to point out a clause for you, as it will
so
not happen. She loves writing, becoming immersed in the process, and falling into the work. She can even tell you what her characters smell like. She loves buying books and going to conventions to meet her fans.