© Copyright KIMBERLY DEAN, 2003.
She fought like a tigress, and a growl left her lips. She bucked her body, trying to dislodge him, but barely lifted him an inch. A hard smile crossed his face. Leaning down close to her, he whispered, “Gotcha.”
Dani closed her eyes as she felt the bitter taste of defeat. It settled in her chest, blocking out any hopes for her future. She wouldn’t be slipping out of his clutches this time. No, she’d just drawn a “Go Directly to Jail” card.
She almost cried out from the frustration. She was trapped. It didn’t matter how she twisted her wrists or pulled against the metal. He had her.
She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her. His dark brown eyes were deep and fathomless, but she detected a hint of some emotion… Sympathy? Did he feel sorry for her? “Please take them off.”
He let out a low laugh. “Not on your life.”
Watching her closely, he shifted his weight. All of a sudden, she became vividly aware of the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. It nudged purposefully against her mound until it settled in the niche at the top of her legs.
Danielle sucked in a harsh breath.
The position was full of intent.
Slowly, he reached for the tie of her robe.
She watched, her muscles tense, as he methodically undid the knot at her waist. There was nothing she could do when his fingers sank into the soft material and parted the robe. Her body was bared to his gaze, and she’d never felt so exposed – not even at the club.
“Bastard,” she hissed.
She watched anxiously as a muscle ticked in his jaw. Her nipples tingled, and she bit her lip in embarrassment. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and settled his hands firmly over her uplifted breasts. The intimate contact made her back arch and her air catch in her lungs.
“Were you going to try to email me?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
Dani hardly heard the question. He’d begun to mold and shape her with his big, strong hands, and her pulse was pounding in her ears. She felt so helpless. Here, all the lights were on, and she knew exactly who was touching her.
She squirmed under his fondling, but it was impossible to move more than a centimeter with her hands chained above her head and his heavy weight pinning her hips. She’d never been more vulnerable in her life, and her most feared enemy had her body at his mercy.
She flinched when he leaned down close. He ran his tongue softly over her earlobe. “I’ve missed you, Danielle,” he whispered.
The words rumbled into her ear, and she felt her pussy clench. He began to roll her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, and the combined pleasure and pain was intense. Too intense. She pulled hard against the handcuffs and tried to roll away from him.
He didn’t ease up. “I think you missed me, too.”
She looked up at her persecutor through hazy eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to her – and he knew that it was working. “Like a rash,” she said defiantly. A lie.
“Liar,” he said with a chuckle. “Your body missed me.”
To prove his point he let his hands wander. He sat back again and began to stroke her. His hands left her breasts to massage her shoulders. His fingers caressed her underarms, tickled her nipples, and swept down her stomach. Playfully, he tugged at the triangle of hair between her legs, and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out.
He combed the hair covering her mound. “I’m glad you’re still blonde. I had reports that you’d gone brunette.”
His hand pushed more firmly at the crevice between her legs, and Dani’s toes curled. She couldn’t escape his touch. He could do anything he wanted to her. And God help her, she wanted to let him.
“Oh,” she groaned.
He leaned down towards her chest, and she waited in breathless anticipation. After all his attention with his hands, her nipples were swollen and craving his hot mouth. She whimpered when his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
“You’re so responsive,” he said. He licked her and teased her before finally opening his mouth and suckling her.
Dani closed her eyes and gave in to the hot waves of pleasure that coursed through her belly.
“That’s better. Just like the night at the strip club,” he crooned. He moved to the other breast and laved the nipple with his rough tongue. “Did you touch yourself after we talked, sweetheart?”
Crimson color flooded her face as she remembered what she’d done at his encouragement. She turned her head and pressed her face against her arm.
“I knew you did. I was with you. Could you feel me?”
She had. In her mind, it had been him touching and caressing her. Her skin had burned under his attentions, but it had been nothing like this. “You can’t do this,” she panted. “If you do, I’ll tell your superiors and you’ll be fired before you can say ‘sexual harassment’.”
Reno lifted his head and shot her a hard look. Inside, his guts were churning. Her smooth skin was driving him crazy, but she was still fighting the combustible attraction between them.
Fine, he thought. He’d just turn up the heat a little higher and see if she could still ignore it.
Slowly, he lifted his weight off of her and onto his elbows. He slid further down her body but kept his gaze locked with hers. “My superiors are very thorough in their questioning. You’ll have to be very specific when you tell them what I did.”
Her head lifted sharply off the pillow.
“For instance, you’ll have to tell them that I did this.”
She gasped in surprise when he experimentally let his lips rub across her skin. Her belly quivered, and he let out a groan as he gave in to his own private fantasy. Opening his mouth, he began to kiss and nibble his way across her abdomen. Little choked sounds erupted from her throat, and she began to squirm with arousal. When he licked her skin and softly bit her flat stomach, she let out a sharp cry.
“And they’ll want to know about this,” he growled.
Reno felt himself getting light-headed. She tasted as good as she looked. He wrapped his arms around her writhing body and held her still for his mouth. Giving into temptation, he dipped his tongue into her belly button. She shuddered, giving him the reaction that he’d wanted for so long, and he felt his own control slipping.
“And you’ll definitely have to tell them about this,” he rumbled.
Frantically, she tried to kick him, but she had no angle or leverage. He caught her legs and opened them. She cried out when his hands slipped under her buttocks and lifted her hips off of the mattress.
“I’ll have your job,” she said between short, hitched breaths.
“You’ll have me.”