Free Bound and Determined by Sierra Cartwright Page A

here?” she demanded, looking over her shoulder. Her voice cracked and her face turned red, from her jaw to her cheeks.
    “We need to be accustomed to sharing personal space, and I need to freshen up before we go to the airport.” He continued into the room, rubbing the shadow on his jaw. “I could do with a shave, but it can wait until we’re on the plane. Carry on with what you’re doing.”
    “I…” She dropped her right hand to the knob to shut off the water then reached for a towel. “Christ on a stick, Quinn.”
    He squirted toothpaste on the toothbrush, as if catching her on the brink of an orgasm was an everyday occurrence. In the mirror, he looked at her.
    “I was just cleaning up.”
    “Don’t let me stop you.” He made a mental note to have a bidet installed in every bathroom he owned.
    “I—”
    “I’ll tolerate no shyness between us,” he said. He splashed water on his hair and face. His kingdom for a razor. “Your choice, Sinead. You started down this path. Turn that water back on and continue to masturbate, or I’ll turn it on for you. And if I do, I’ll make sure you’re not only clean, but that you have multiple orgasms.”
    Her eyes widened. “You’d…” She stumbled for words. “You’d…”
    “In fact, that’s a marvellous idea.” He dried his hands on a towel.
    “Oh, no you don’t, you scoundrel.”
    “Your choice, a rún .”
    My dear? He was calling her my dear ? He had nerve. She gritted her teeth. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”
    “More’s the pity.”
    He dropped the towel and regarded her.
    Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were still red. She appeared both embarrassed and aroused by his earthy demand.
    As he waited with infinite patience, she turned the water back on and adjusted the temperature before closing her eyes and rocking her hips. She held her labia apart with one hand, and she slid the index finger of her right hand across her clit.
    The water’s spray and her positioning made it impossible for him to see as clearly as he wanted. But watching her reaction was enough for him.
    As the orgasm built, her head tipped back, and her fiery blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back.
    She moved her finger faster and faster and her hips all but gyrated.
    He couldn’t help himself.
    He moved in closer and stood behind her. He reached around her to cup her breasts. As her breaths became desperate gulps for air, he flicked his thumbs across her nipples, making the nubs even harder.
    “Jack!”
    “Aye.” Damn but his cock was hard as a mountain. He hoped that when he finally fucked her he’d last longer than a teenager.
    “I’m there,” she said.
    She was asking permission, he realised. Shite . He could ejaculate without even touching his dick at this point. “Come for me, Sinead.”
    Her vulva was reddened from the heat, and she jerked against the spray. He couldn’t be more delighted with her. His worst nightmare wasn’t a woman like Sinead. His worst nightmare was a woman who was cold, unresponsive, even frightened. But this defiant she-devil? He looked forward to the challenge of conquering her.
    She screamed out.
    Like he knew, she wasn’t one for polite little orgasms. They were drawn from deep inside her. And they turned him on.
    She seemed to lose her balance, and he was there, releasing her breasts and holding her around the waist to steady her.
    Instead of shoving him away, she grabbed on, her fingers digging into his forearms. She dragged breaths through her partially opened mouth rather than her nose.
    If he had his way, he’d keep her fulfilled all the time. She was a sexy, sexy woman.
    She blinked, as if returning to herself. “That was…” She trailed off. Then she tried again, “hot.”
    “ A rún , you’ve no idea how hot you are.” Or how fecking much he wanted her. Holding her with only one hand, he reached for a towel. “Allow me.”
    He turned off the bidet then he patted her between the legs, drying the