Chapter 8

This time he slipped his hand under her shirt. The slight abrasion of his palm on her skin had every nerve ending standing at attention. She tugged at her trapped wrists, resenting the handcuffs even more.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you ever play any bondage games? It can be an extra thrill to be helpless. Just to let yourself be done because that’s all you can do. I won’t hurt you, Kerry, I promise. One thing I don’t dig is pain.” His voice held a teasing tone.

“What about Roy?”

“He’s not too much into women, and I expect he’ll play possum on us. I told him a little bit about the girl I used to know.”

After that, his hand found and cupped her breasts. Then he undid the clasp between the cups of her bra and teased her trembling flesh until she was nearly mindless with hunger. She arched into the pressure of his body half-covering hers. His erection, straining against the fabric of his faded jeans, nudged at her thigh and her lower abdomen until her pussy clenched with need.