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that ran from the outer edge of his jaw to disappear beneath his shaggy mane. She wanted to trace it with her fingertips. Unfortunately, her bound hands prevented her from giving in to the temptation.
    Water dripping onto the hollow between her breasts yanked her from her thoughts. Brianna glanced down at the hand hovering scant inches above her flesh. When had his hand left her to retrieve the rag from the bowl?
    “What are you doing here?” he demanded, giving the rag another squeeze.
    Tiny droplets teased her skin, making her shiver. It wasn’t from the cold water running down her flesh. It was from the erotic thoughts the sensation evoked. His tongue tracing the watery path down to her aching pussy, lapping at the moisture gathered there until she came - hard.
    “I...I don’t know,” she said, squeezing her thighs together.
    “No?” He tossed the cloth aside and slipped his hand beneath her shirt instead.
    Her breath caught.
    “Deke Johnson sent you, didn’t he?” he asked as his thumb flicked over a taut nipple.
    She closed her eyes with a groan. He was driving her crazy with his slow, sensual torment.
    “I’m waiting,” he warned.
    And I’m wanting. She arched into his touch. “No,” she muttered impatiently. “He didn’t.”
    “You’re lying, darlin’.” Grasping the hem of her shirt, he dragged it upward with a savage sneer and then froze.
    She glanced down at the leopard print, demi-cup bra peeking out from beneath her gathered shirt and realization dawned on her. It wasn’t her less than bountiful breasts that had stopped him cold. It was the sight of her twenty-first century lingerie.
    “You like?” she said with a slow smile.
    “Darlin’...” he hissed, looking down at her like she was the sexiest female he’d ever laid eyes on. Like he wanted to devour her whole. And she was so very ready to be eaten.
    Cum dripped from her cunt as his fingers skimmed the flesh spilling out over the satin cups, teasing it. Wait until he saw her matching thong.
    “Deke knew what he was doing when he chose you,” he said, his jaw clenching as if fighting the need to touch her.
    “I don’t know anyone named Deke. Why won’t you believe me?”
    He lowered his face to hers. “Because beauty can be deceiving. I know.” Reaching out, he yanked the animal print down, freeing a breast.
    He was angry. But it was more than anger driving him to touch her. It was hunger. There was no missing the passion that burned in those dark eyes.
    She moaned as he captured a taut pink nipple between his teeth, nipping at it. Desire sizzled through her, zapping her senses.
    “I know how to make a woman talk,” he warned, his breath a hot, moist caress against her over-sensitized flesh.
    She arched into the heat of his mouth, ready to do more than just talk. “I don’t know how I got here,” she panted.
    “No?” He undid her jeans. A second later, they were down around her ankles, binding her legs. “Mmm...” he grumbled in approval as his finger eased beneath the strip of material covering her wet pussy.
    Her gaze settled on the impressive bulge threatening to burst through the fly of his jeans. “I see you like my thong.”
    He gave it a tug, pulling the cum-dampened silk up between her nether lips which had her writhing. “It appears I’m not the only one who likes it,” he added with a cocky grin as he pulled again, sinking the thong deeper between her slick feminine folds.
    “No,” she argued with a breathy gasp even as her body betrayed her. Cum dripped from her cunt to fill the crack of her ass.
    His finger dipped beneath her thong, into the welcoming heat of her pussy. Then he pulled his hand free. “This tells me otherwise.” He wiped the glistening fingertip across her lips.
    His boldness shocked her, but there was something wickedly arousing about tasting her own juices. She ran the tip of her tongue over her parted lips, the husky growl she elicited from her captor arousing her even more.
    He