Free Love Ties by Em Petrova

her head to her little heels, she was sexy. Every curve between ignited him.
    He opened the door, and she reached inside for the light switch. He stopped her. “Don’t turn it on.”
    He crossed to light the three-wick candle. She sucked in a breath and stepped up beside him. “You’re wearing my ring.” She ran her finger over the gold band and then looked into his eyes.
    He dropped the lighter to the dresser top and scooped her into his arms. Turning, he stretched her on the bed under him, reveling in her soft feel. His hips trapped hers, and her breasts against his chest sent a spike of need through him.
    Rocking his hips into hers, he let her feel every hard inch. “I want you, baby.”
    She smiled, making her eyes tilt up at the corners like a cat’s. “Nothing new there.”
    “Yeah, and there won’t be.” He pressed her deeper into the mattress. “You know what the helmet means, right?”
    She darted her gaze to the side. “Yeah.”
    “You’re not happy about it.”
    She shook her head, sending red strands dancing over his new tattoo.
    “And this tattoo, Ever. You know what it is.”
    She swallowed hard. He stared at her until she grew twitchy and met his gaze. “I know.”
    With a heavy sigh, he rolled off her. Slinging his arm over his eyes, he tried to sort out why, for the first time in his life, a woman wasn’t crawling all over him, wanting him to do the things he’d done for Ever.
    For a long moment she didn’t speak. Strains of music came from the front room, along with Bunky’s raucous laughter.
    “It’s only been three days, Jamison.”
    Fuck, he loved hearing his name from her lips.
    When he didn’t reply or move his arm, she leaned over him, a hand on his abs. “You know I’m not in the market for a man.”
    “You mean an old man.” He moved his arm to see her face.
    A worry line etched itself between her brows. “Why does this have to be about more?”
    He held up his arm. “I got this because there’s something about you that I’ll never get out of my system.”
    Her eyes fluttered shut. When she opened them, they were extra bright. “That’s lust.” She threw her thigh over his and seated herself atop him. The tiny shorts felt damp at the crotch, probably from her earlier orgasm.
    His cock strained to get at that wet heat.
    Still, he didn’t touch her. She had to reach out to him. His ego was starting to take a hit, but he wouldn’t let that continue. By the end of the week, she’d accept the fact that she belonged to him.
    She ground her pussy against his erection, and he swallowed a groan. “C’mon, baby. We have this. Isn’t this good?” She tested her power again, squirming in a way that almost snapped his control.
    He dug his fingers into her hips, grinding his teeth against the need to throw her down and bury himself so deep in her that she couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t with him.
    He popped the buttons on her shirt again. When he reached the top, she slid his hands over her flesh, spreading the fabric. “Not a dot of ink on this white skin.”
    She shook her head.
    “How did you manage that if you’ve been in this Life before?”
    Her eyes cooled a little. “You’re guessing I was in the Life.”
    “You were. The things you see and hear…they’re familiar enough to you that you don’t run.”
    She squeezed her thighs around him, drawing him up against her pussy again. He grunted. “I like this part, Jamie. Can’t we have this part and forget the rest?”
    No. But he didn’t say that—he was too busy reeling from her shortening his name. No one did that if they knew what was good for them. But coming from Ever, it was amazingly intimate.
    Hell, he wanted her so bad he ached. But he needed to hold the rope. If he gave Ever enough length, she’d end up tying him in knots instead.
    He cradled her face and tugged her down for a kiss. At the first brushing of their lips, she plastered her body flat on him. Her flavors were as familiar to him