Bound and Determined by Shayla Black

second chance and saved him from the tank when he’d hacked into the CIA. That had turned his entire life around. Maybe because the thought that he might actually be refusing to prevent an innocent man from going to prison didn’t rest well with him. Hell, most likely it was because it was Saturday evening, and Smikins wouldn’t be available for a while . . . and Kerry could be his until then.
    Everything south of his waistline approved of the plan. No doubt, he was in deep.
    “Anything I want, is that what you said?” he asked softly, hungry stare raking her as he returned to the bedroom.
    She swallowed hard and met his stare. “If you’ll help my brother, then yes, anything.”
    Agreeing to this probably didn’t make him a nice guy. Rafe smiled. So sue him. How often did an average guy get a chance to be both noble and get laid—and by a woman who sizzled and burned him when they touched?
    Whoa! His mind reeled. What the hell was he thinking? Or more to the point, which head was doing it?
    “I’ve got to be honest, Kerry. I can only look into his situation. I can’t change anything. If your brother has truly beenframed, I can help you find evidence, but I won’t fabricate any. Tampering with files could send me to prison for a long, long time.”
    The smile that broke out across her face, the hope that jumped into her eyes, settled someplace in his chest. She brightened like a Christmas tree in the snow, all glowing and wondrous. Even though she wore not a shred of makeup, her red-rimmed eyes bespoke an utter lack of sleep, and her hair tumbled across one shoulder in a wild fall, Rafe couldn’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful woman than Kerry when she smiled. He also couldn’t deny that he liked being the cause of her happiness.
    “You won’t have to fabricate anything, I promise. Once you see the facts of the case, you’ll know he’s been set up and help me find a way to prove it to the police.” She gazed into his eyes, held his stare for a long moment. “I knew you could do it. That’s why I picked you. I swear you won’t be sorry. Mark’s a good cause.”
    Rafe doubted that, but now wasn’t the time to argue. “Fine. Before we agree to anything, I want you to be very clear on what I’m saying.” He moved closer, sat on the edge of the bed . . . and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “Anything, Kerry.” He reached up, fingers tracing the side swell of her breast, drifting under to cup her, rising to tease her nipple. “Or maybe I should say everything.” He held her gaze with the force of his. “Before this is over, I’ll have you under me, legs spread wide. I’ll want you on top, riding me hard. I’ll want your sweet mouth all over me. I’ll take you from behind, from the side, standing up. I’ll fuck you indoors, outdoors, with toys and without. I’ll see you bound, wanton and screaming my name. I swear I’ll never hurt you, but I want total control. That means trusting me, which I know won’t come easy, but if you can’t handle that, we don’t have any business making this arrangement.”
    Kerry’s face changed with his every word. Her eyes widened, her face flushed from delicate pink to a deep rose. And her pulse, pounding faster— gong, gong, gong —at the base of her throat.
    She said nothing for what seemed eons. He’d bet her feet were getting colder by the nanosecond. Likely, she wouldback down. Part of Rafe knew it would be the sane thing for both of them. They could part ways and pretend this bizarre incident had never taken place. Still, he hoped like hell she didn’t refuse. For reasons Rafe didn’t want to examine too closely, he didn’t think he could let go of Kerry without having her at least once.
    “What do you say, Kerry?”

Chapter 4
    B reath held, Rafe remained still as Kerry’s gaze skated across his face, down his bare chest, to the hard-as-a-hammer erection tenting his boxer-briefs.
    “Do you need more time to think about it?”