Free Bound (Bound Hearts #1) by S. N. Garza Page A

the back door. Back door? I walked through the house and I had the porch light on , when I saw her waiting nervously, but when she saw me coming, she lifted her chin with confidence.
    Damn. She was one hot number. Jeans feathered with worn thin spots , where I could see her skin and a Georgia University Bulldog shirt that looked so worn, it was thinned out and tight on her breasts. It was barely there, but I saw the tips of her nipples pebbling through the red material of her shirt.
    I opened the back door and swept my hand to let her in.
    “Back door huh? Like old times?”
    She laughed and walked passed me. “Yeah, something like that. Nice home. Did you buy or build?”
    She had a wine bottle clutched tight in her hands, and a small purse thingie around her wrist.
    “I built it. Just finished putting the last touches. So there’s not much here , except for the living room, my bedroom and just a few items in between.
    Her eyes caught on mine, “ You built this? Like, own two hands built this?”
    “Well , yeah. I mean JR helped a lot. Wanna glass for that, or do you plan on sipping from the bottle?”
    She looked down to the bottle, smirked, looked back at me while rolling her eyes. “What-the-fuck-ever , Phillips. I’ll only drink from the bottle if you don’t have glasses. But, I’m sure you have something we could drink these out of. So don’t be an ass and get us some.”
    Walking over to the glass cabinet , I asked, “Is this a new development? Or have you really always been so damn bitchy?”
    She burst out laughing. “I guess I deserved that. After storming away like a five year old last night. No, I won’t apologize. My reasons are my own. Nothing to concern yourself with. Let’s just start over.”
    “No. Can’t do that.”
    Exasperated, she sighed huffily, “Why the hell not?”
    “Okay. Rule number one. You’ve gotta stop cursing at me. That’s rude. And no, I can’t do that because I had my mouth on yours and it was the best fucking lip lock I’ve ever had so , I’d rather not forget about it.”
    Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped with awe. I grabbed two glasses while still looking at her and walked over. I put them down, opened the island drawer to bring out the wine opener and popped the bottle’s cork.
    “Cat got your tongue, babe?” She nodded. I laughed. I took our small glasses of wine in one hand walked around the island until I could place my free hand at the small of her back, and I led her into the living room. She looked around at the bare essentials. Couch. Coffee table. Entertainment center. Stacks of DVDs piled next it.
    I directed her to the couch, set our drinks down on the coasters and asked her to sit. She sat at the edge of the couch. Almost not knowing what to do with herself or her hands.
    “You okay?”
    She nodded, still speechless. I shook my head and went to go grab a movie. I didn’t know what she might like, but I took out an old Bruce Willis movie.
    “Hope you don’t mind , but I’m gonna put in Die Hard.”
    I moved to put the Blu-ray disc in, when I heard her gulp and say, “Yeah. Great…ass” that last part was whispered so low that if I wasn’t trained in the Marines to listen to detail, I probably wouldn’t have heard it. I steeled myself, so I wouldn’t burst out laughing. I knew I wasn’t the only one effected, or attracted. She felt it. She just had no idea what to do with it. I would love to show her how to harness all that attraction.
    I stood up and walked back to the couch. Her eyes were glued to my crotch. Fuck me. She was something else. At the last moment, she grabbed her snifter glass of wine and swallowed the contents in one full sweep.
    “You okay?”
    She shook her head to clear the dirty ass cobwebs and images out of her head I guess, and said with more confidence than she had, “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be? Can I have more wine?”
    I nodded, turned and just before I walked out the room, I turned, looking over my shoulder,