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and sexy he thought his heart might burst. “You didn’t really think I was going to leave you.”
    “I don’t know what to expect from you.” He jerked against the handcuffs for emphasis.
    Somewhere in the midst of their frenzy, her hair had fallen out of its ponytail, and the thick brown strands tickled his cheeks as she kissed him. “Lucky for you,” she murmured against his lips, “I’m not done with you yet.”
    Jake had used the time she’d spent rummaging in the bathroom for a condom to pull himself together, but his control nearly shattered at the feel of her smooth hand against his raging hard-on. Instead of the delicious feel of her fingers as she covered him in latex, he focused on random details of her room: how her dresser was nicked and obviously used; the framed Ansel Adams black and whites that seemed too calm for the vibrant, badass image she seemed to cultivate.
    But then she was sliding herself over him, the tight walls of her body gripping him so tight he feared he was going to come right then and there. He clenched his teeth, holding himself back with every sinew in his body as she began to move over him, her back arched, tawny pink nipples jutting out in hard little points until his mouth watered to taste them. He tried to lift himself off the bed, the movement hampered by the handcuffs. “Let me loose,” he said, “I need to touch you.”
    “What if I don’t want to?” she said breathlessly, bracing her hands on his chest as she started a slow, lazy pace.
    Bracing his feet on the bed, Jake drove his hips hard, high enough so he knew she’d feel him against her spine. “Unlock the goddamned handcuffs,” he growled, barely recognizing the almost savage tone of his own voice. He thrust again, eliciting a keening moan from between Kit’s kiss-bruised lips.
    She leaned over and retrieved the key from the bedside table, and in seconds he was free. His hands immediately moved to grasp her hips, holding her still for his slow, deep thrusts as he held a nipple captive between his teeth. Such a little tease, he thought affectionately. Trying to act so tough, leaving him without a good-bye in Mexico and pulling her little dominatrix act on him tonight. Whether she was willing to admit it or not, she was as powerless over this thing between them as he was.
    Now it was the perfect time for a little demonstration.
     
    Kit gasped in surprise as, in one movement, Jake flipped her onto her back and captured her wrists above her head. So enthralled by the feel of him buried impossibly deep inside her, she didn’t register the metallic click until she tried to reach her hands up to cradle his head.
    Goddamn him! “Let me go.” She struggled and bucked against him, but that only served to shove his cock more firmly inside her as her clit ground against his pubic bone. He swallowed her angry sounds of protest with his mouth. She retaliated by biting his lip hard enough to taste blood.
    He jerked back, incredulous as he touched his tongue to the wound. She couldn’t decide who was more shocked by her savagery.
    She watched him warily as he hung frozen above her, still buried so deep she could feel his pulse inside her body. Then a scared little shiver skittered through her as a positively evil smile spread across his face. “Don’t start games you don’t want to play, Kit.”
    She didn’t have time to wonder what he meant. She was too horrified by the fact he was rummaging through her nightstand drawer while she lay pinned and helpless to do anything about it. Her journal was in there, along with private mementos and…
    “You naughty girl, Kitty Kat.” She immediately recognized the small cylindrical object in his hand, along with its telltale hum.
    She jerked and moaned as he passed the tip of the vibrator over her nipples, the jolt causing her cunt to spasm around his cock. Unaccountably embarrassed to have him find her sex toy, modest though it may be, she strove for bravado. “Most guys