Surrender (Bound Hearts #1)

Your Mine

Tess came downstairs the next morning expecting to be greeted by her father. She had dressed in the dove gray sweater dress he had sent her the month before. Tiny pearl buttons closed it from the hem to just above her breasts. On her feet, she wore matching pumps and pearls at her neck. Confident and sure of herself, Tess felt able to field her father's questions, his urgings that she move back home for a while. When she walked into the dimly lit family room, it was Cole she found instead.

She stood still, silent as she faced him across the room. His eyes, a brilliant blue and filled with wicked secrets, watched her narrowly. Thick, black lashes framed the brilliant orbs, just as his thick, black hair framed the savage features of his face. His cheekbones were high, sharp, his nose an arrogant slash down his face. His lips were wide, and could be full and sensual or thin with anger. Now, he seemed merely curious.

His arms were crossed over his wide, muscular chest, his ankles crossed as he stood propped against the back of a sectional couch that faced away from her.

"Where's Father?" Tess asked him, fighting her excitement, her own unruly desires.

"He was held up. He expects, perhaps, to be home tomorrow," he told her quietly.

"Perhaps?" She barely stilled the tremble in her voice.

"Perhaps." He straightened from his lazy stance, watching her with a narrow-eyed intensity that had her breasts and her cunt throbbing. Damn him for the effect he had on her.

"So he couldn't tell me himself?" she questioned him nervously, watching him advance on her, determined to stand her ground.

"I'm sure he'll call, eventually." His voice was a slow, lazy drawl, thick with tension and arousal. It was all she could do to keep her eyes on his face, rather than allowing them to lower to see how thick the bulge in his pants had grown. She knew for certain the throb in her vagina had intensified.

"So you volunteered as the welcome wagon?" She was breathless and knew he could hear it in her voice. His eyes darkened with the knowledge, causing her heartbeat to intensify.

He moved steadily nearer until he was only inches from her. She could feel the warmth of his body, and it tingled over her nerve endings. He was tall, so much broader than she. She felt at once threatened and secure. The alternating emotions had her caught, unable to move, unwilling to run.

The blood raced through her veins as she attempted to make sense of the powerful feelings racing through her body and her mind. Two years she had thought about him, fought the temptation he represented and the heat he inspired.

"I'm always here to welcome you, Tess." He smiled, that slow quirk of his lips that made the muscles in her stomach tighten. "But I have to admit, I was more than eager after talking to you yesterday."

Her face flamed. Echoes of her whimpers, her fight to breathe through her climax whispered through her mind. Cole's voice, husky and deep, urging her on, rough from his own arousal, then his own climax.

Tess swallowed hard as she caught her lip between her teeth in nervous indecision. Did she reach out for him? Should she run from him?