Bound and Determined by Shayla Black Page B

released her wrists from the necktie binding them, then substituted the cuffs around one delicate wrist with a satisfying click. He repeated the process on her other.
    “What are you doing?”
    “You gave me total control, remember?”
    Kerry pursed her rosy mouth closed with a jerky nod. She all but shook with nerves. “Okay, wh—what do you want?”
    “Such unbridled enthusiasm,” he teased. “Damn, that gets me hot.”
    She bit her lip, then smiled. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
    “I know.” He caressed the side of her face. “At this point, you’re not sure if I’m your brother’s savior or some sex-crazed creep. Hell, I’m probably both. But we’re going to be fine. It’s going to be good, I promise. Now kiss me.”
    Kerry propped herself up on her elbows, inching closer to him. Under his boxer-briefs, his cock throbbed in rhythm to his heartbeat. He burned to take her now, take her later, again and again.
    Finally, she touched her mouth to his gently, tentatively. Rafe fought not to dominate the kiss, forced patience to see where she would take it. Soft, so soft, like butterfly wings—there, but barely. Damn, he wanted, needed, more. He was losing his freaking mind.
    “Harder. Open your mouth to me,” he whispered against her lips.
    Instantly, she complied, her mouth under his again, now with more pressure. She parted her lips. Still, Rafe waited to see what she wanted, what she might do.
    Then Kerry’s instincts seemed to take over. She tilted her head, fused their lips together in a wet kiss, her tongue teasing his bottom lip.
    Rafe groaned. Her kiss didn’t demand or submit. It invited, lured, teased with enough of her taste to whet his appetite, but not enough to satisfy.
    He tensed, trying to hold back his urge to take control. He wanted more, so much more. Patience, he willed himself.
    Soon, she rewarded him by opening fully to him, her tongue shyly swirling around his before retreating, as if tempting him to follow. He resisted—barely. Kerry arched to him, her naked breasts enticing against his chest. And those catchy little moans in the back of her throat as he raised a hand to her nape, took the rubber band from her hair, and filtered his fingers through the shining golden curls . . . those moans sent a hot chill of need shivering up his spine.
    He gave in to the urge to nibble on the bee-stung fullness of her bottom lip, plunder through her mouth as if he could lap up all of her sweetness in one kiss.
    Using the give in the cuffs’ pulleys, she clutched his shoulders and deepened the kiss even more, the pressure almost rough now. Rafe felt sure he’d lose his mind at any moment.
    But he couldn’t.
    Though Kerry’s aptitude for passion in this situation was certainly exceeding his expectations, by not jumping on her like an out-of-control teenager, he would put her at ease, establish a bit of trust.
    His plan was working . . . until she hooked one calf around his thigh and ground her hips against his. At that point, he admitted the effort to be slow and patient was damn near killing him.
    Rafe tried to resist her nonverbal invitation, but his palmitched to cover her breasts, toy with the nipples he felt swelling, hardening against his chest. Impulse won out.
    With a dip of his head, Rafe lowered his mouth to her neck. He nibbled on the sensitive joining with her shoulder. She rewarded him with a shiver.
    “I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispered against her skin. “It’s going to be incredible.”
    In response, Kerry threaded her fingers through his hair, then began a trek lower. She caressed his nape, slid a soft palm down the length of his back, curved a warm hand over his ass.
    “This feels so good,” she whispered between kisses. “I never knew . . . It’s like I’m burning up all over.”
    Kerry didn’t say more; she didn’t have to. The fact she’d never felt this way before made his internal temperature skyrocket.
    Rafe knew their kind of sizzling