Free Yield to Me by Tory Richards

under her
breath. “What was that?” In spite of being fatigued, the humor was evident in
his tone. “Did you say something about a goodnight kiss?”
    She became rigid with indignation.
“No,” she bit out between her teeth.
    Brent hoped the silence that
followed meant she’d accepted her situation. She moved against him as though
seeking a more comfortable position. If he thought, he was going to get any
sleep with her lying next to him all night he was crazy. He already felt the
heat from their close proximity, and thanked God for the cool air of the fan
overhead.
    In the end, it wasn’t enough. As
Brent resigned himself to being hot, Sophie moved again, and again. What the
hell was she doing? She tried to inch away from him, but their handcuffed
wrists prevented her from getting very far. Once she attempted to roll on her
side, and then gave up with a low groan. Brent grinned.
    She stilled for a second. He opened
one eye to peer at her, just as she reached up and began fluffing her shirt,
which gave him a view of the curve of her lovely breasts.
    “Will you be still?” he grumbled,
more annoyed because of the desire uncoiling inside his gut.
    “I’m hot!” she whispered, defending
herself.
    “Well, if you stop wiggling you’ll
cool down. I’m hot too.” Inside and out.
    “I’m trying to get comfortable.” She
began squirming again.
    Brent released a snort as she
continued to twist and turn. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his
naked thigh, sending fire straight to his loins. He tried to pretend it didn’t
happen, but that was like trying to imagine she wasn’t a sexy woman. What he
couldn’t ignore was her hip brushing against his rising cock.
    “Damn it!” he barked, losing
control.
    “I’m used to sleeping on my side,”
she explained with annoyance.
    With a deep sigh of aggravation, Brent
rolled to his side, turning Sophie with him so that when they were finally settled
she was in the scooped out hollow provided by his body. He put his arm around
her because there was no place else to put it. She gasped at his audacity, and
tried to scoot away. Only he yanked her back just as easily. “Now go to sleep!”
he snarled against her ear. He didn’t care if she felt his hard-on or not.
    She gasped and grew as stiff as a
board against him. Brent could just imagine what was going through her mind. Then
he was questioning his own sanity. His dick was nestled against her soft ass;
their bare legs were touching from thigh to ankle. His arm was beneath her
breasts and his nose was buried against her fragrant hair. Everything at that
moment became intensified. He willed his body under control.
    Not until her soft, steady breathing
indicated that she’d fallen asleep was Brent able to finally relax and give in to
his own exhaustion. He was still hotter than ever, but at least she wasn’t
squirming anymore. With a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and sank into a
welcome slumber.

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 8

 
    Morning came as early as Brent had
predicted. And with it the comprehension that she hadn’t been
dreaming after all. She had been kidnapped and she had spent the night
curled against the body of her drop-dead handsome kidnapper. What’s more, his
cock was hard as steel against her butt.
    Sophie closed her eyes, catching her
bottom lip between her teeth, unwillingly captivated by his arousal. Her last
sexual encounter had been over a year ago. With a plastic surgeon who’d been more concerned with messing up his hair than
seeing to her pleasure. The incident had left her so unsatisfied and
disappointed that she hadn’t cared if she ever had sex again.
    Lying there in Brent’s arms while
trying to ignore the fact his sweltering kisses had been the result of
self-preservation, and not because he wanted her, still made her wish foolishly
that the circumstances between them were different. She knew what she was
feeling was crazy, and dangerous.
    So why can’t I