Page 54 of Bound Bride
I pop the fourth button and he moves like a rabbit right out of the starter gate at the races. For someone so tall and large, his powerful strides are alarmingly fast and he's crossed half the patio by the time I react and sprint back into the house.
When he reaches the door, I'm on the other side of the island counter in the kitchen and I pop the fifth button. "Though you were busy," I grin at him and the sixth button gives way under my fingertips. "Are you a liar, Kon?"
He doesn't speak but he does surge forward, so I rip the last few buttons open, then shrug off the shirt and toss it into his face.
There's no time to see if it hits him because I turn and dash out the kitchen door and into the hallway, then I race down it as fast as I can.
Reaching the corner of the hall, I turn around. Kon's still walking toward me with that powerful, constant pace of his, my shirt now balled up in one fist.
"Rose!"
"Kon!" I call back with a slight mocking tone. "Is that as fast as you can go?" My heart begins to race and I take off down the next corridor, running as fast as I can.
By the time I reach the next corner, I turn, and Kon is already halfway down this corridor, only this time, the tent in his pants is mouthwateringly clear, and there's an exciting sparkle in his eyes.
Not that I'm ready to concede.
It's daring but I reach behind me and unclip my bra, then slip it from my shoulders. The last thing I see is Kon's eyes widening as I toss my bra upward, cover my tits with one arm and then race down the next corridor with a loud giggle.
My bare feet slide on the polished wood as I race past the gym and further down the next corridor.
Kon's footsteps are ever advancing behind me and it's not long before breathlessness forces me to pause once more.
He's still walking after me, which is both alarming and exciting. He can catch up to me without breaking into a run?
Show-off.
My bra joins the bunch of clothing clutched in his fist and a very faint flush of pink dusts his cheekbones.
"Is this really what I have to do to get your attention?" I grin at him, then I caress my hip with my fingers.
He's a few feet away and I don't have any running left in me, but I'm perfectly fine with being caught. Hooking my fingers around my panties, I tug at the hem and let them fall from my hips.
They pool around my ankle just as a voice or a guard rises up from behind me.
"Boss?"
Kon suddenly throws himself forward and covers me with his entire body, urging me through the nearest door before I have a second to turn and see where that voice was even coming from.
In his urgency, he sweeps me off my feet with just one arm and my racing heart lurches into my throat while a squeal of excitement bursts past my lips.
"This is how you get my attention?" Kon growls in my ear as my back gently yet firmly bumps against something solid. "You strip yourself where any wandering eye can see you? You think that is right? That any man can see what belongs to me?"
"Belongs to you?" I gasp, resting my hands on his shoulders as he towers over me and gazes down with those hard, gorgeous eyes. "You don't take very good care of something that belongs to you."
"I do not?"
"No, you don't. You leave me all by myself, force me to entertain myself, force me to work for your attention like you're some kind of wind-up toy."
Kon's large hand suddenly clasps the side of my neck and his thumb rests under my jaw with just enough pressure to keep my head tilted.
The air around us grows thick with heat and tension and my chest swells with the sudden overwhelming urge to taste those lips.
"Do you not see?" Kon growls softly and he leans in so close. "Do you not see that once I give you the attention you demand, I am trapped? That once I taste you, it is almost impossible for me to stop? You have bewitched me because I cannot stop thinking about you. You haunt me, Rose, and I know if I have a taste…" A low groan bubbles up from his throat and his thumb slides from my jaw down the front of my throat. "I will not be able to stop. I will not be able to keep my hands off you. Everything will halt because I will spend the rest of my life chasing one more taste of you. Just one… more…"
My hands slide up to his neck and then I cradle his face while losing myself in his intense gaze. "But I'm not going anywhere," I whisper, and a strange warmth spreads through my chest. "So you will always get to have one more taste."
What is this feeling? This warmth in my chest that bubbles up and makes me choke on my next breath, that creates pressure behind my eyes as if I need to cry because his words are so sweet.
