Free Bound by Her by Danielle Fox Page B

my hands from its grasp and lunged myself forwards, pinning Emily to the mattress beneath me as my mouth pressed against her neck. Ah, how I had missed having the ability to do that. One arm supported my weight whilst the other free hand grasped and clutched at every inch of her silky skin urgently as I pounded into her, again and again.
    “You okay?” she whispered, her voice jolting as her body jerked with each thrust.
    “I am now,” I assured her. “I can’t not touch you.”
    Her crinkled forehead smoothed instantly and her narrowed eyes returned to their usual state before she reached her chin up towards me, inviting my mouth to hers. This was more like it. The control thing, I suppose I would have to work at, but right now, it didn’t matter to me. And as she groaned and I felt her fingertips gripping firmly at my back as her insides clenched deliciously around me, I suppose it didn’t matter much to her either.

Chapter Seven
    I draped a small lilac coloured towel around my neck, purposely leaving my hair dripping wet this time, as I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, wearing only a fluffy white towel wrapped tightly around my lower half. Emily was at the sink, washing up the dirtied dishes from breakfast. I sneaked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her ear softly as my naked chest pressed against the warmth of her jumper. That was my favourite jumper of hers. It hung loosely on her slender frame and draped across her chest and down her left arm, revealing a single bare shoulder. My mouth watered as I imagined running the tip of my tongue across her naked skin, tracing the line of her delicate collar bone.
    She twisted her head around, interrupting my thoughts, to greet me and I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Do you have to be quite so distracting?”
    “I didn’t realise I was,” I lied. I had fully intended to seduce her with my dripping hair and naked chest.
    She grinned, raising her perfectly shaped brows mockingly. “You’re prancing around half naked, Julian.”
    “That’s because some hot blooded, desperate female ripped my shirt,” I joked, purposefully raising a single brow. She blushed and took her bottom lip between her teeth. Ah God, was there anything this woman could do that wasn’t such a turn on? “The picture on your wall, of a woman, is that your mother?” This probably wasn’t the most appropiate way to change the subject before I had her on the kitchen table, but it had been bothering me since I noticed it this morning.
    “Yes. Why?”
    “You look like her. She was a very beautiful woman.” I pressed a kiss against her cheek as she continued to make work of something in the sink.
    “Thank you.” She inhaled deeply and appeared to hold the breath in its place for a few seconds before carrying on. “That reminds me, Natalie called me, said something about your mother being ill and asking for you.”
    Fucking bitch! How dare she call Emily? Emily knew nothing about my past, about my family. Now I was sure to have awkward questions to answer to. Fuck! As much as I knew that I would tell Emily every secret I had, at one point or another, I was certain that now wasn’t the right time. I took a deep breath to calm my suddenly tensed body and looked around for something to do to hide my discomfort.
    “Yeah, she called me too,” I said casually as I playfully nudged her out of the way to fill the kettle up.
    “Is your mum okay? Are you going to see her?”
    I breathed a deep, deliberately noisy sigh. “No and no.”
    “What?”
    “No, she’s not okay, well, I shouldn’t think so anyway. And, no, I’m not going to see her. Natalie had no right to call you.”
    Emily removed her hands from the sink and grabbed the tea-towel, spinning around to face me. “But if she’s ill, Julian, maybe you should...”
    “Maybe I should nothing, Emily,” I interrupted. “My mother is ill in the head, she’s been that way for a very long time