Free The Ties That Bind by Jaci Burton Page A

if we were in the grocery store?”
    “Hey, it’s your hard-on, buddy. People will be staring at you, not me.”
    “I’ll be pointing the finger at you and telling everyone it’s your fault because you’re so damn sexy.”
    “You wouldn’t dare.”
    “Try me.”
    “I just might do that.”
    She laughed, and he loved seeing her so free and relaxed. It reminded him of when they first met.
    “God, you’re beautiful, Lisa. I can’t believe how much time we’ve wasted.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and brought his mouth down to hers, tasting the sharp sweetness of wine on her lips. He pulled back, licked along her bottom lip, then pressed his mouth to hers again, sliding his tongue inside, letting the flavor of her mouthburst along his taste buds. He wanted to devour her, but he kept his desire in check, keeping the kiss light and easy. She inched closer and let out a soft moan as he held her, kissed her, let sensation take over for both of them.
    A warm breeze blew over them, the sound of the water crashing against the shore equaling his passion for Lisa. He savored every minute he spent holding her in his arms, feeling the buttery softness of her skin, the fullness of her curves, the way she was so pliant against him. He moved his hand along her neck to her shoulder, learning her body all over again just as he did last night, still in awe that she let him touch her like this. It could have gone the other way and he knew that. She could have easily said no, but she hadn’t. That she wanted this, wanted him, kind of amazed him.
    He pulled back, searched her face, the way her eyes darkened when they were filled with passion and need. Her lips parted and she swallowed, breathing hard, her breasts rising with every deep breath. He took her hand and moved to the bag, dragged out the beach towels and spread them on the grassy bank above the chairs.
    She didn’t say anything, just reached behind her, unhooked her top, and tossed it over the chair. Rick blew out a breath, admiring the way the sun bronzed her skin, cascaded off her hair. Everything about her was perfection, right down to a few little stretch marks across her lower belly, the marks that said she had once carried his child. He loved those, loved her because she never cared about them or tried to hide them. She’d always seemed proud of them. He moved toward her and dropped to his knees in the grass to plant his mouth across them, kissing and licking each one. With a low moan, Lisa buried her hands in his hair while he reached for the ties on the sides of her bikini, undoing them so he could pull the material away and bare her sex.
    He looked up at her. She watched as he slid two fingers between her legs.
    “Spread for me,” he said.
    She parted her legs and he entered her with his fingers. She was already wet, her damp heat gripping him as he finger fucked herwith slow, easy movements. She laid her hand on his head, her lips parted as she breathed in heavy, panting bursts while he pleasured her with deliberate strokes. When he planted his mouth over her clit and licked her, she cried out, thrusting her sex against his mouth. He felt her grip him from the inside, contractions tightening inside her as he sucked, and she came against his mouth, over his fingers in a shuddering rush. He loved doing this to her, knew what she needed and how. He loved that she trusted him enough to let him do this for her. For them both.
    Rick stood and untied his board shorts, let them drop to the ground, and stepped out of them. He grabbed a condom and put it on, then lay on the towel, bringing Lisa down with him. She straddled him, giving him one hell of a sexy view of her pussy as she slid down on his hips. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest as she kissed him, rubbing her pussy against his cock, his balls, all that sweet moisture coating him before she pulled back, grabbed his shaft, and lifted herself up to glide over him, enveloping his cock with