“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.
