The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

“Raine, we’re home. Wake up, love. Let’s take a soak together.”

She came awake in layers, inky lashes fluttering open, those stunning eyes coming alert as she took him and her surroundings in. Then she stretched like a cat and yawned. “Oh, my god. I just…fell asleep on you?”

A smile twitched across his mouth. “You died, at least for a couple of hours.”

“Sorry. Did you carry me back across the beach?”

“I did. All hundred pounds of you,” he teased. “My arms are broken now.”

She huffed. “Any news on Macen?”

“I’m just as anxious as you, but we’re still waiting for Sterling to call. I’ll make all the arrangements for his bail, but until then, our hands are tied. So let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Clean…” She froze. “The house! Should I ask how bad it is out there?”

“Nothing that can’t be put to rights again. Mum and Da are tidying up now. Not to worry.” Liam set her on her feet. She didn’t wobble…much, just watched him in the mirror as he started the bath. “Come to me now.”

Raine pulled off her T-shirt as she wandered to the side of the tub where he sat and stood between his legs. He bent to kiss her bare belly, then worked his lips up to the swells of her breasts, pausing a moment to revel in the feel of her silky skin against his so rough. She stroked his hair, her slender fingers working through the strands, drawing a rumble from deep in his chest.

When she reached past him to pick one of her bath oils and added it under the running water, he smelled the musky-floral aroma in the air. He gripped her tighter. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

He waited until her fingers curled around him. Only then did he push the waistband of her yoga pants over her hips, trailing his broad palms down her pale thighs, lifting her knees one at a time to strip away the garment.

“Liam?” She cooperated absently as concern settled onto her face. “I said a lot today. Did I upset you? You helped me so much, but…are you okay? Do you need something from me?”

To tear off everything you’re wearing with my teeth and fuck you until you cling to me. Until you scream my name. Until you admit you’ll always belong to me.

Instead, he clenched his teeth and swallowed back the words.

“Liam?”

She wore only a simple cotton thong and a matching bra he could see through. Her breasts were swollen with hormones and flowed over the cups. Steam and some flowery-earthy fragrance swirled around the room, making him goddamn dizzy. Raine was pregnant, traumatized, and she needed his comfort now.

He swallowed back a groan. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Talk to me.”

“I said I’m fine.” He grabbed his own T-shirt in a fist, yanked it over his head, and tossed it free.

She thrust her hands on her hips and cocked her head, staring like she had something to say and was debating the wisdom of opening her mouth. The hint of her attitude turned him on more. He couldn’t take his bloody stare off her, the flash of her blue eyes, the black curtain of her hair framing them. Just fucking beautiful. He ached to latch on to her pouting nipples already. They were darker now and more distinct through the simple white bra. Liam could almost taste them.

She leaned closer.

His control snapped.

“Come here, wench.” He pulled Raine against him.

She stumbled into him, wearing a secret little smile. Was he just giving her what she’d goaded him into? He didn’t know and he didn’t bloody care.

Through the soft cotton, Liam licked straight across the hardened flesh of her nipple. Heard her gasp and felt her answering shudder.

“Liam…”

“I want you.” He gripped her ass in his hands, spreading his thighs wider and pulling her in tighter. “Give yourself over.”

With his newfound access, he wrapped his lips around the hard bud, teasing the flesh with his tongue, then suckled deep, gathering, pulling her breast in with the fabric. Every inch of her was indelibly carved in his memory. With his teeth, he abraded the tender skin, hearing her hiss of delight. As she clung, her fingers dug into his scalp.

“Shoulders,” he reminded.

“Yes. Sorry, Sir.”

Pulling back, he wrestled for self-control and turned toward the tub. The water had risen, so he shut off the tap and tested the temperature. “Come on. Let’s get you warmed up.”

“I’m not cold, Liam, just a bit dirty from the beach.”

He pinned her with his stare. “Shame. I don’t intend to clean you up right away.”

Her cheeks flushed.

Liam brushed the thong down her thighs, hovering above her pussy to breathe deeply of her scent. “I love your smell, your taste. I can never get enough of you. It’s changed a bit with your pregnancy. You’re sweeter.”