The floral scent of her shampoo wafted into the room. Drake closed his eyes, steeping himself in her fragrance. Filling his mind with images of her damp skin gliding across his.
He wanted her. Wanted to taste her, warm and soft from the shower. Wanted to run his hands over every hidden hollow as she rode him hard. His cock jerked when the water shut off.
Better to avoid temptation and finish his paperwork. He spread out his notes, plugged in his laptop and didn’t acknowledge her when the bathroom door opened.
It was gonna be a long-ass night.
*
A few hours later Kenna had switched off the TV and announced she was tired.
By the way her eyes darted toward the door every few seconds, Drake knew she was lying. What did she have up her sleeve?
He played along, turned off the lamps and cracked the curtains a couple of inches, allowing the glow from the stadium lights in the parking lot to cut through the darkness. He slid the chain in place and depressed the lock on the doorknob.
Drake bid her goodnight. Smiling to himself, he crawled beneath the thin cotton sheets.
No way could Kenna get out of this room without him hearing. No doubt she’d try.
Kenna was going crazy. She had to get out of this room, just for five minutes to keep her promise to call Marissa.
Especially in light of the concerns Marissa had raised this afternoon about Agent March, his agenda and his associates. Marissa might even go to the cops if she suspected Kenna was in trouble. Kenna doubted that scenario would please Mr. DEA.
Motorcycles rumbled, doors opened and shut, bottles chinked on the sidewalk. Male shouts sounded, followed by uproarious female laughter. Squealing tires. The roar of an ignition. Horns beeping. Police sirens wailing. Southern rock blaring.
She heard it all, but the only noises she cared about were the ones inside the motel room.
Finally soft snores echoed from his bed.
Thank God he’d fallen asleep fast. She’d sneak out, use the pay phone in the parking lot and sneak back in. He’d never know the difference.
The air conditioner kicked on. Time to make her move.
Kenna eased aside the polyester bedcovers. Waited a minute and sat up slowly, careful not to squeak the mattress. Dropped her feet to the carpet. Her toes connected with her Birkenstocks and her feet glided across the familiar cork soles. Her heart thumped so loudly she was afraid Drake might hear it.
A deep snort almost rattled the windows, shelving her worries. Nervous laughter threatened and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
She stood. Tiptoed to the door. With painstaking care she kept the chain from rattling by holding it in her sweaty palm as she slowly slid the rectangular lock to the beginning of the track and out.
Whew. Halfway there.
Kenna rested her forehead against the cool metal of the doorframe, trying to quiet her ragged breathing.
But anticipation warned her not to wait. With blood roaring in her ears, she placed her hand on the doorknob. Paused. She twisted the handle until she heard a tinny click.
Yes!
She gently pulled until the door released from the frame. A tiny crack of light appeared. More light flowed into the room as she increased the gap until it was just wide enough for her to slip through.
Almost there.
Then the door slammed shut. Hard warmth covered her back as the front of her body was shoved into steel.
“Going somewhere?” Drake asked with deadly stillness.
Crap. In one fell swoop he’d not only immobilized her, but demoralized her.
No plausible lie arose so she admitted, “To use the phone.”
“There’s a phone by the bed.”
“I-I didn’t want to wake you.”
His hot breath stuttered across the back of her neck. “Nice try. Where were you really going?”
“I swear I just wanted to use the pay phone. I’d planned on coming right back.”
He nuzzled the bare skin along the slope of her shoulder. “Liar.” The air crackled with electricity.
She shivered. Although she was the tiniest bit scared of the scope of his temper, she also knew he’d never hurt her.
“Oh Kenna,” he whispered in her hair, causing goose bumps to cascade down every inch of her body. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
His deep sexy voice warmed her blood, sent it pumping double-time from her tingling scalp to her curled toes. Heat flashed between her thighs and tugged upwards, past her belly to tighten her nipples into optimistic points.
“What happens to bad girls who make bad decisions?” He deliberately nestled his erection into her butt.
She bit her lip, suppressing a moan.
“They have to deal with the consequences of their actions,” he answered, when she couldn’t.
“Do you remember what I told you would happen if you ever tried to run from me again?”
Kenna couldn’t think beyond his hot mouth teasing her skin. His rigid cock pressing into her ass. He easily destroyed every bit of her resistance.
“Answer me,” he demanded between tiny bites.
“N-no, I don’t remember.”
“Then I’ll remind you.” A rough hand seductively skimmed the outside of her bare arm.
Cool metal circled her wrist, followed by a decisive click.
Oh hell, now she remembered.
The sneaky bastard had handcuffed her.
Chapter Ten
Drake spun Kenna around, layering his hard body against her soft curves, restraining her against the door. Before she sputtered a protest—as he knew she was prone to—he angled his mouth over hers and kissed her.
She fought him for about three seconds. Then she groaned, thrusting her free hand through his hair and yanking his head closer.
The sweet, spicy taste of her burst on his tongue as he took the kiss, deeper, wetter, hotter. His fingertips traced a line down her strong jaw, over the pulse throbbing in the hollow of her throat to the tops of her breasts.
Drake curled his hand under the full bottom swell, languidly stroking her nipple with his thumb. Beneath the silky fabric, the tip contracted, begging for his lips. His tongue. His teeth. The suctioning pull of his heated mouth.
Kenna arched, her tongue frantically mating with his.
His hand moved over her breast, allowing his fingers to explore. He flattened his palm over her ribcage, then down over her rounded hips. His grip increased. He imagined digging his fingers into that supremely pliant flesh as he rammed his cock in and out of her body until they were both spent. He lifted the lace edge of the camisole to touch her velvety skin. He lightly dragged a rough knuckle across her abdomen from hipbone to hipbone.
She broke the kiss with a gasp. The muscles in her belly trembled. She threw her head back until it connected with the door. “Drake,” she moaned.
Drake left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone and shoulder. His lips brushed the magic spot in the middle that made her shudder. Made her whimper. Would make her beg. He blew a stream of air over the passion-dampened spots he’d created.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against the maddening floral aroma perfuming her skin. “Tell me to stop right now or I won’t be able to. You’ll be naked before you have a chance to change your mind.” He waited for her answer, tasting the dew gathered on her temple while the tips of his fingers made sweeping arcs progressively lower on her quivering belly.
“I-I—”
He traced the shell of her ear with his lips and challenged, “Tell me what you want, Kenna.”
Finally, she whispered, “This. You. Punish me.”
Feeling smug, he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue, grinding his hard-on into the soft notch between her thighs.
He slipped his hand inside the waistband of her pants. “Take them off,” he said raggedly.
“But I’ve only got one free hand.”
“Fine. I’ll do it.” Drake wrenched the fabr
ic down until it pooled at her feet.
His engorged cock protested the pressure as he bent forward to skim his fingers from her knee up the inside of her thigh. He stopped and inhaled her fragrant juices. Oh yeah, he’d taste that sweet musk very soon. For now, Drake yanked aside the little scrap of lace that passed for underwear. Circled his middle finger around the outside of the wet slit and then up, between her folds until his fingertip unearthed that elusive bit of throbbing flesh.
Her body twitched. Her pelvis bumped closer as her lips blindly sought his.
Drake kissed her, a voracious meeting of open mouths. He changed the angle of his hand, pushed his finger into that hot, moist tunnel.
Nothing on earth compared to the first penetration of a woman’s pussy. Wet. Tight. Petal soft.
He feathered his thumb across her clit as his finger plunged in and out. His tongue twined with hers. He could taste her desire. When Kenna was wetter yet, kissing him harder, he added another finger and dove deeper.
She ripped her mouth away on a gasp. “Make me come like you did before.” She grabbed his head, forcing him to meet her wild gaze. “Suck on my neck.” Her cuffed hand tugged him by the hair to the exact spot she craved his mouth. “God, yes. Right there.”
A shudder wracked her system when he buried his lips in the graceful curve where collarbone met shoulder.
The exotic scent anointing her drove him mad. His cock poked into his stomach, leaving a wet spot as evidence of his extreme arousal.
Kenna’s breathy moans escalated. Her interior muscles rippled and tried to pull his whole hand inside her slick channel. Beneath his stroking thumb, her clit pulsed. Her nails dug into the back of his hand as he gave her exactly what she wanted.
She thrashed and began to cuss like a sailor.
Drake’s mouth broke into a quick grin. Then he sank his teeth into her neck and sucked hard.
Her orgasm hit.
And this time, he let her scream.
He pumped in time to the spasms, slowing down as the tremors subsided.
Kenna sighed.
“You okay?”
“Mmm. I should be bad more often. That wasn’t exactly a punishment, Drake.”
He eased his fingers from inside her and stepped back.
She smiled at him; sated, sexy and slightly sleepy.
Drake brought his fingers to his mouth and noisily sucked them clean.
Heat flared in her eyes, snapping her from the languid afterglow.
“That wasn’t your punishment.” He tugged her by the chain on the handcuffs.
“What? What else?”
“You’ll see.”
“Umm. Are you going to handcuff me to the bed?”
Excitement? Or fear that made her voice waver?
“No, someplace more limiting to your movements, I think.”
“But I want to be able to move,” she protested.
“I know. Those are the consequences for trying to run out on me.” Drake led her to his rumpled bed and extracted a small key from inside the leather pouch. He flipped on the wall lamp. Soft peach light radiated from the orange shade and filled the room. He guided her into the bathroom.
“Step up on the edge of the tub.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see.” He tapped her ass. “Come on, hop up.”
She complied without arguing, which surprised him. Before she realized his intentions, Drake unlocked the handcuff from his wrist and fastened it to the shower curtain rod. He jerked hard. Didn’t budge. Good and sturdy.
He turned and got a face full of satin covered breasts.
Kenna wrenched back, rattling the handcuff chain. “Omigod! You can’t be serious!”
“I’m totally serious. You’ve still got one hand free. If you complain I’ll use both cuffs on you.”
She growled.
He fingered the straps of her silky camisole. How had he forgotten to remove it? He rooted around in his shaving kit until he found his pocketknife. As he snapped it open, he said, “Hold still.” He wormed his hand under her top, momentarily distracted by the soft press of her breasts against his rough knuckles. He placed the dull side against her breastbone with the blade facing out.
When she flinched, he looked up into her panicked eyes.
“Relax. I’d never hurt you. I just hope this wasn’t your favorite shirt.” He sliced through the fabric slowly until it hung in two sections, giving him his first glimpse of her naked breasts. The knife dropped into the tub.
Jesus. Talk about a killer rack. If he didn’t touch them, like right now—and then, ahh, they were in his hands, his mouth. The softest skin in the world spilled out between his spread fingers while he suckled at the pebble-hard nipples like a starving man.
Kenna’s knees gave out on a whimper.
“Hold on,” he said and drew her upright again. He fastened his mouth to hers, eating at those well-kissed lips, licking at the warm wet cavern of her mouth. When he pinched her nipple she arched into his palm, moaning against his lips.
Drake tipped her face back. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened. Even in the near dark they were slumberous, sexy, needy.
He curled his knuckles down her cleavage. Plumped those gorgeous globes together with greedy hands. Snaking his tongue into the crevasse, he groaned with sheer lust. “I want to feel my cock here. Watch your mouth sucking the head as I slide it up and down through this tight valley.” He nipped one ruddy tip. Trailed open-mouthed kisses to the other, lapping wide circles around the pale pink areola, but never letting his tongue connect with the distended point. He softly blew a cool breath across the wetness. “Will you let me?”
“Yes!”
He chuckled, closed his mouth over the needy nub, suckling until it nearly reached the back of his throat. Then he released the warm sweet flesh an inch at a time, biting the impudent end with his sharp teeth. Then he repeated the process just as meticulously on the other breast.
“Drake, please—”
“I know baby, me too. We’re getting there. But I need to impart the consequences in more detail.”
She wouldn’t survive.
Drake’s hands, his mouth, God, his tongue all working together was like being zapped by continuous jolts of electricity. Her head spun, her body tingled, she was utterly at his mercy.
She loved it.
Kenna never imagined it’d be so…freeing to give up control. Okay, he’d taken control, but who was she to quibble?
“You’re trembling,” he said. “You cold?”
Was he kidding?
Before she could answer, his tongue dipped into her belly button. “Where’s the sexy little bell you teased me with yesterday?”
“It was a fake.”
“You don’t have your navel pierced?” He flicked his tongue in and out. Around and around until her midsection trembled anew.
“No. I’m too chicken that it’ll hurt.”
“How’s the arm?”
“What arm?”
She felt him smile against her abdomen. “Why, the one handcuffed to the bar.”
“Oh. That arm. To tell you the truth I forgot about it.”
“Good.” His warm breath drifted across her pubic bone. Smooth, broad shoulders brushed the inside of her knees. “Spread your legs for me, Kenna. Now.”
Even his gravelly voice was unbearably sexy. She inched her right foot toward the wall.
Rough palms glided down the outside of her legs to the tops of her feet, moved inside and gently tapped her anklebones. “Wider.”
The cold porcelain stung her toes as she slid her feet further apart. Her body tensed, knowing where his skillful mouth was headed. She braced herself, but nothing prepared her for the sublime feeling of his tongue burrowing into her sex.
Kenna gasped.
“Jesus, I could come just tasting you.” He licked right up the center of her. Sucked. Nibbled. “A little sweet, a little salty. Yum. I could stay here all night.”
His tongue had stiffened to a hard point and nimbly flicked her clit, withdrew then flicked again.
Over and over he’d zero in on her hotspot, suck on it, tease it with his lips, then retreat to nuzzle the inside of her thighs.
Every time she was sure she’d zoom into space like a rocket, he backed off. The butterfly touches of his fingers on her stomach made her whole body shake. Everything else he was doing to her made her eyeballs roll back in her head.
“Come on, Kenna, don’t hold out on me.” Flattening his tongue, he slid it down and jammed it deeply inside her. Then he licked a crooked path back up.
She moaned. “If you’d stay in one place long enough—”
“Like here?” He bit her hipbone. His mouth seductively skated down another inch. “Or here?”
“Neither. Enough,” she said hoarsely. “You win.”
Drake’s fingers dug into her ass, holding her still. “Are you going to run out on me again?”
“No.”
“Good. Now, hang on tight.” His thumbs spread her pussy lips wide open. He locked his mouth to her clit and sucked. And sucked. And sucked until she screamed and bucked against his mouth. The orgasm swamped her. Still, he didn’t let up. The blood pulsating in her sex bloomed, spreading waves of heat throughout her body, as powerful as a nuclear blast.
Her vision swam. Her ears rang. She couldn’t breathe. Her knees buckled.
Drake caught her.
Boneless and mostly incoherent, she wilted against him.
He must have unlocked the handcuffs, because the next thing she knew, both wobbly arms were wrapped around his strong neck as he effortlessly carried her to his bed.
She landed with a soft thud. Her ruined camisole fluttered to the mattress.
A frustrated curse. The bed dipped. Kenna opened her eyes even though her head was still spinning from the complete and utter detonation of her senses.
The sexual hunger on his face made everything feminine inside her ache to satisfy that tremendous male need. She dropped her gaze to his boxers, then looked him in the eyes. “I didn’t plan to sleep with you.”
“I know.”
“What you said, about chemistry and wanting me and it having nothing to do with this case? Was that true? Or just a line to get me in the sack?”
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