Bound To His Bride

His hand moves to my bare leg, and I gasp. I close my eyes, shivering, and for a second, I’m right back to months ago, driving through the night with him with his hands wandering over me.

But then, I shake myself away from those thoughts. Quickly, I push his hand away.

“We can’t just go back, Colm,” I say quietly. “You left, and I still don’t know why, or what’s changed, if anything? It isn’t that easy.”

I gasp as he suddenly screeches the car around a bend, roaring us off the busy Brooklyn thoroughfare on a deserted side street. The car thunders between the buildings. He yanks the wheel again, whipping the car into the entrance to a parking garage. My heart leaps into my throat as he guns the engine, roaring the car up and up through the narrow parking garage floors, until suddenly we’re breaking out into the night sky on the top floor.

I gasp, clutching at handle at the door and at his hand on the shifter as the car spins out, screeching to a stop with a hard yank that leaves me panting, my pulse racing.

Slowly, I blink, glancing around and realizing where we are.

My cheeks burn hot.

Us being here is no accident. Because this parking garage was a place we used to… well, like Colm said, I used to be wild. Around him, I was as wild as I wanted to be, and that including fucking his brains out in this very car on the top floor of this very parking garage. Maybe it was the trill of acting like teenagers. We could have always just gone home after a date night, but somehow it was more fun to stop here instead.

The engine turns off with a shudder, and I shiver a mix of uncertainty and excitement in the silence. In front of us, across the East River, Manhattan glitters like jewels in the night.

“It’s not that easy, huh?” Colm says quietly. He turns in the darkness, and this time, when his hand slides to my bare knee, all I can do is swallow the moan.

“Yes it is, beautiful,” he growls lowly.

I swallow thickly. “Why now?”

“Because plans are in motion now. Plans for us, Abby.”

My brow furrows

“What plans?”

“My plans—ones I’ve been working on for longer than you know, angel. For a new life, for both of us.”

My mouth tightens. “Heard that one before,” I say icily.

“This time, it’s for real.”

“Yep,” I snap back. “Heard that one before too.”

Colm’s look hardens, those gorgeous blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the muscle car.

“You’ve gotten sassier.”

The smile creeps over my face before I can stop it, but I quickly hide it.

“Or you just forgot.”

Colm slowly shakes his head. He leans over the center console, moving close to me and making my breath catch in my throat. God, the nearness of him just does things to me. It’s pheromones, or body-memory, or goddamn magic. Whatever it is though, Colm this close to me has the last of my defenses crumbling. Colm leaning this close to me, his hand on my bare thigh and a matter of inches away from the heat between my thighs, covered only in panties, has me biting back a whimper as I struggle to hang on to my anger.

But I’m losing, quickly.

“Nah, beautiful,” he growls, his lips inches from mine and his eyes piercing into mine as my breath catches. “I never forgot a single fucking thing about you.”

His words tease over me like a forbidden touch. Like a drug I’ve been trying to get sober from. And I’m helpless to resist it. I whimper as his lips crush to mine, and this time, I know I’ve lost the war of staying mad at him, or hating him. I’ve lost the war, and it’s the sweetest loss of all time.

I moan into his mouth, gasping as he kisses me harder this time, rougher—a demanding kiss just like I remember. Just like I always craved from him. He growls into me, and when both his hands slide up my thighs to my hips, I don’t even try and fight it when he suddenly yanks me into his lap.

And then, it’s like the whole dam breaks. The last of the walls come tumbling down, and I fall so willingly into him that the drop takes my breath away.

Our mouths sear together, lips bruising against the others as our tongues dance. Breaths mingle, pulses thunder, and when his hands slide over me, I press myself as tight as I can to him. His powerful hands grip my ass tightly—possessively, like it’s his to never let go. My nipples drag over his muscled chest through my thin tank top and his t-shirt. I can feel the power in that chest and in his arms as he holds me tight, and when I feel something else, I whimper eagerly into his mouth.