Free Wicked Ties (Steele Security Series) by A.D. Justice Page A

from outside.  Their eyes collided and she was drawn to him and couldn’t have stopped her feet if she tried.  It wasn’t as if she had even wanted to stop.  She floated across the room and directly into Bull’s massive, welcoming arms.  Their lips met with urgency—there was no slow, simmering kiss between them.  It started blazing hot and continued until the fireball of desire consumed both of them. 
    Before she knew they had moved, Bull had backed her up against the wall and was passionately consuming her mouth.  His tongue caressed hers with such finesse it felt finer than the best silk.  Her fingers relished the feel of his hair as she feverishly massaged his head with her touch.   She felt his strong hands move farther down her waist, across her hips , until he lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
    Supporting her with one leg, he used both hands to cup her face, tilting it to deepen his kiss and take more of her, which she willingly gave to him.  Chaise tightened her legs around him, pulling up with her arms so that her breasts were pressed hard against him.  The sensitivity of her hardened nipples increased with every brush against his shirt.  The heat of his hands penetrated the thin material of her dress, searing her skin with his brand and making her wish for more at the same time.
    Tearing his mouth from hers, Bull pulled his face back to look her in the eye.  “Are you sure about this?”
    “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Colton,” she replied decisively while maintaining his gaze.  Pulling his mouth back to hers, she reclaimed it as he shifted his arms underneath her and carried her toward his bedroom.
    Chaise’s fingers floated down his back, appreciating the ripples and striations of his muscles, until she reached the hem of his shirt.  Lifting it slowly with one hand and trailing on his hot skin with the other, she languidly removed his shirt, breaking their kiss only to fully pull it over his head and cast it away on the floor.
    The short length of her dress had her most sensitive core pressed firmly against his manhood, rubbing the rough texture of his jeans and heightening her anticipation of what was yet to come.  When they reached his king-size sleigh bed, Bull stopped and stood her up at the edge of it.  The yearning in his eyes and voice sent shivers down her spine when he delivered his alpha-male demand.
    “My turn, Chaise—or more accurately, your turn,” his deeply masculine whisper promised.  He lifted her arms above her head. “Keep them up,” he commanded and she obeyed.  His hands skimmed her from her neck, moving down and around the undersides of her breasts, ever so slowly down her stomach, lightly skimming the very core of her before reaching the hem of her dress on her thighs.
    When he knelt before her, she gasped audibly, incredibly aroused and eager to learn what he had planned next.  Raising his face to look at her, he issued his repeat command, “Keep your arms up, Chaise.”
    Unable to speak, she simply nodded in agreement, until his warm hands touched her bare thighs.  Her hands dropped to his head and her knees threatened to buckle simultaneously as she whimpered unexpectedly.  Bull easily caught her, gently pushed her back up and said, “You can hold on to the footboard for now.  But when I’m done, I want your arms back up in the air.”
    “Ok ay,” Chaise complied, unsure where the ability to speak suddenly appeared from or why she was suddenly so willing to give in and do exactly as she was told.  His take-charge personality bled over into the bedroom in an unexpected and exciting way and she didn’t want to do anything to dissuade him.
    Grasping the foot of the sleigh bed, Chaise held on and tightened her grip when she felt his hands on her inner thighs again.  Bull took his time, lightly running his fingers across her smooth skin, leaving kisses, flicks of his tongue and light nips of his teeth