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
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
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