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That gentle touch reverberated through every atom of her body. A shocking sizzle of sexual awareness started in her depths and spread like wildfire. How could she respond this way to a man who had kidnapped her and even now held her prisoner? It was far too soon to develop the twisted bond of a captive for the jailer. Was she so hard up for a man's touch the first one in months set her aflame?
Her breath quickened, puffing out in sharp, short bursts. Her skin tingled as if it were all shifting to meet that questing hand. Her heart hammered urgently in her chest. Sticky moisture dampened her panties as her breasts beaded and swelled, straining against the silky fabric of her bra. The worst of it was she could not respond in any meaningful way with both wrists locked in place.
A passive reaction was not her usual response. Normally, her inclination was to give as good as she got. She rolled her head restlessly on the pillow, her body starting to shudder and shift as the wandering hand finally left her face and drifted back down her torso. It paused at the swell of her breast, one finger tracing the upper edge of her bra beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt.
When she didn't think she could stand it another minute, the hand finally cupped her breast, kneaded the flesh with a firm yet gentle rhythm, then rolled her pebbled nipple between a thumb and forefinger. Lust jolted through her like an electric shock. She bit her lip hard to stifle the moan building in her throat, in her chest. Fear became a distant shadow as desire grabbed her.
I'm going to come absolutely unglued in a few more minutes. What is this guy up to?
"Still fighting to hang on to yourchastity, Kerry Satterfield?"
The question was posed in a whisper, so close the exhaled breath tickled across her ear.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?"
"I think you know on both counts."
