Bound and Determined by Shayla Black Page A

He gritted his teeth against the searing arousal and smoothed a lock of long, sunny hair away from her face. “Take it if you need it. I want you to be really sure before you answer.”
    Cheeks flushed, she looked away. “No.”
    Unexpected disappointment gouged Rafe in the gut. His first impression of Kerry had made him suspect she was psycho, and he should be cool with the fact she didn’t want to have forty-eight hours of wild, steamy, anything goes, burn-you-to-your-toes sex. Rafe sighed. Problem was, he wanted it bad—with her. The feeling was illogical and inexplicable, but real.
    Still, her decision was probably smart. Who really bedded down with a virtual stranger to save their brother’s ass? It was above and beyond the call of familial duty. But he didn’t like her refusal. Their chemistry sizzled, and he had an instinct that sex with Kerry would blow them both away.
    “I don’t need to think,” she murmured into the silence,raising soft green eyes brimming with hot curiosity up to him. “I understand what you’re saying. And I agree. To everything.”
    She said yes? Yes! Lust slammed his gut, sizzling so strongly that for a moment, he couldn’t draw a breath. Instantly, his imagination took over, incorporating all the interesting gadgets and toys he’d discovered while trying to break free of the bed Kerry now occupied. Yeah, those little goodies might come in handy. But the real thrill of their agreement would be her body—soft, sweet, curved in the right places. He could hardly wait.
    “Say something.” Kerry’s voice broke on the request.
    She nibbled nervously on her bottom lip, shifted her green eyes away.
    The pang of softness that hit him square in the chest at her vulnerability should have seemed really odd, considering his compulsion to climb between her thighs. It should have seemed as weird as listening to Bob Marley at the Louvre or eating jalapeños on chocolate ice cream.
    With Kerry, it seemed normal.
    Aware of the darkness that had overcome the cottage with the sunset, Rafe flipped on the small lamp beside the bed. Soft yellow light cast a halo over Kerry. The tumble of her sunshine curls and her soft, swollen mouth urged gentleness with the same intensity that her naked, bound body inspired a pounding need to fuck her.
    “Seriously,” he said in between harsh breaths. “Yes? You’re sure?”
    She hesitated a mere instant. “Yes.”
    Her soft assurance nearly did him in. It wasn’t smart to be so wrapped up in this game, he knew, but at the moment, he and his dick of steel didn’t give a shit.
    A smile stole across his mouth as he took her face in his hands. “I’m going to do my best to make you one satisfied woman.”
    Kerry gave him a shaky nod as he lay beside her and covered half of her bare body with his chest. Heat fused their skin. She singed him, no question. An instant later, he took possession of her mouth, stealing inside. Oh, she tasted honey-sweet, her lips pliant and warm. Addicting.
    The little catch of her breath ringing in his ears, he made another thorough sweep inside with his tongue. Forget ambrosia, Kerry was like the creamiest, richest latte ever.
    Every red-blooded cell in his body leapt for joy that she’d said yes. But only to help her brother, reminded the nasty voice in his head. Not because she wants you.
    Rafe broke off the kiss and swallowed that bitter reality. Looming above her, breathing hard, he clutched her hip with greedy fingers.
    Okay, her agreement might be about saving her sorry-ass brother now, but he’d find a way to change that. Her verbal yes wasn’t the green light he wanted; only her body could give him the go-ahead. It was up to him to earn her yes, and to give her such blinding pleasure that she’d never regret agreeing to this bargain.
    Rafe rose and sidestepped to the headboard. Just above Kerry’s right shoulder, he found the first handcuff he sought—the one that had bound him less than twenty minutes ago. He