Free Tied To You by Kit Tunstall, Kit Kyndall Page B

have that the other way around. You’re not attracted to me. You’ve made that quite obvious, and that’s fine, but there’s no sense in trying to make you feel something you don’t. We can just end this farce now.” Farce must be my favorite word tonight.
    Mykael was suddenly out of his chair, pushing it back so hard it hit the deck, but he ignored the metal clanking on the wood as he strode around the table to pull me to my feet. I stared at him uncertainly, seeing anger in his eyes, but also pure, unbridled lust. I shivered under the intensity, even as my heart rejoiced at the proof that he still wanted me.
    “I want you, and I’m madly attracted to you, but I don’t want to influence you. I’m trying to let you do this at your pace, so you can make the decision that you should. I still want you for my wife, and god knows I ache to have you in my bed, but I’ve been trying to keep the physical out of it so you’d have a chance to get to know me.”
    I put my hands on his shoulders. “I think I know you pretty well now, Mykael. I’d say it’s time for the next phase of our relationship.”
    He pulled me a little closer, his hands cupping my buttocks, but he was gentle with the growing tummy between us. “What did you have in mind, Gabriella?”
    “I was hoping you might fuck me this evening, Mykael.” I winked at him. “And if you have any more of that rope lying around…”
    His eyes gleamed with interest, and he suddenly swept me into his arms. “Sorry. The only rope aboard is used to tie the boat to the dock. We’ll just have to improvise.”
    I clung to him with an arm around his neck, giggling as he swept from the upper deck to the lower deck, somehow maneuvering us through the narrow stairway without dropping me, and making it all seem easy. In less than a minute, we were below deck and in a bedroom. It was smaller than I would have expected, but had a queen-size bed. I had a feeling we could have made to do with a twin-size in our current state.
    Our clothes disappeared in a frantic rush of need. It had been too long since I’d had him, and I’d been craving him for the past four weeks. Added with the impetus from my hormones, and I was a writhing mass of longing.
    After we shed our clothes, he led me to the bed, laying me down with care. Then Mykael hovered above me, kneeling with his knees on either side of my knees. He ran his hands over my curves in a reverent fashion, and I realized he hadn’t seen the changes I’d undergone, except with my clothes on.
    “Your tummy is so beautiful.” He caressed the small, firm mound gently, his large hands encompassing all the evidence of our baby. Excitement and pride shone in his eyes, and he bent his head to kiss my belly.
    I blinked back a wave of tears, not wanting to ruin the moment by blubbering. It helped when his hands moved higher, and his gaze changed to one of hunger as he explored my enlarged breasts. I moaned as he lightly stroked them with a feather-soft touch.
    “These are beautiful too. You’re perfect when you aren’t pregnant, but these are a work of art, baby.” Tenderly, he bent his head and ran his tongue carefully over one of my distended buds.
    I moaned and thrashed as he paid careful attention to my super-sensitive breasts, stroking and licking the nipples with a deft touch that left me wetter than ever and aching with need, but no pain. I’d been so sensitive there that I’d been afraid even the lightest foreplay would be painful, but he handled me perfectly.
    “You make me want you so much. I’ve been thinking about this since our first night. My cock is so hard for you, Gabriella.”
    I looked down to confirm for myself, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick, rigid erection pressing against his stomach, even though he was kneeling partially forward. He must have been very hard indeed.
    Unable to resist, I slithered down the bed, licking my lips with anticipation. He must have realized my intent, because he