Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Chapter Five

S A R A

I quickly shut and lock my bedroom door behind me knowing that if I didn't, Nat would burst in after about five minutes.

I lean my head back against the door and close my eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

This has to be some sort of sick joke. There's no way in hell that he's actually here right now. He can't be.

I slowly open my eyes to find Ty standing inches away from me.

He's even more handsome than I remember.

He's about a head taller than me, standing at six-two, and by the looks of it, his perfectly sculpted swimmers body, broad shoulders included, is still just as toned as it was in his glory days. Pair all of that with his gold-flecked chocolate eyes and I'm a fucking goner.

The only thing that's changed since I last saw him is his beard, it's a bit longer now, but still perfectly trimmed and sexy as all hell.

He reaches out his hand and places it on the small of my back, gently pulling me into him. "What are you thinking about, gorgeous?" he asks as he stares into my eyes.

"Just trying to figure out why you're here," I reply, my voice shaky.

"I had a few meetings in California the last two days and I couldn't go back to New York without seeing you," he says as he brings his other hand to my cheek and brushes his thumb over it.

"Well, you saw me. You can go now," I bite, trying desperately to hide the fact that all I want to do is push him onto the bed, suck the ever-loving shit out of his perfect cock, and then let him fuck me until I pass out from cumming too hard.

"You don't actually mean that, do you?" he questions, dropping his face down to mine to search my eyes, his brows pinching together in concern.

Of course I don't want him to leave. I have never wanted him to leave, but he always does. Every single fucking time, without fail, he's been the one to leave.

"Sara." His voice is soft but deep as he looks at me with pleading eyes.

That's the thing about Ty, even in moments when he's not trying to, he makes me more vulnerable than I've ever been.

He sets his jaw, the muscles flexing beneath his skin still visible under his beard as he waits for my response.

"I didn't mean it," I whisper.

In a split second he strips me of my skirt and lifts me up. His lips crash against mine, causing a moan to escape my mouth as my back makes contact with the door. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms drape over his shoulders as our kiss grows more intense and he grinds his hips against my barely-covered core.

He tightens his grip on me and removes my back from the door, quickly walking us over to the bed and tossing me down on it.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and watch as he unbuttons his pale blue button down, revealing his still toned muscles and the deep v that leads into his pants. He shrugs off the shirt, tossing it to the floor before crawling onto the bed as if I'm his prey.

His hands run up the full length of my legs and then grips my panties, slowly dragging them off, the lace tickling my thighs as it moves across my skin.

"My favorite pair," he remarks with a smirk, holding out the black lace thong on the tip of his index finger before flinging it over his shoulder to the floor.

A flash of heat rushes to my cheeks when his eyes fall to my pussy, which was freshly waxed yesterday.

"It's like you knew I was coming." He drops his head down and starts to trail kisses along the inside of my thighs, building the anticipation.