Free Yield to Me by Tory Richards Page A

ignore the feel of his muscular legs brushing the
back of mine, teasing me as much as any calculated caress? And the way his even
breathing kisses the flesh behind my ear, causing a quiver down my entire body
that leaves an empty ache. Or how protected I feel with his arm thrown over me?
    There was something a little bit
thrilling and risky about waking up in the arms of a sexy abductor. Brent’s
body felt hard and powerful against her backside; something she hadn’t noticed
the night before because she’d been so frightened. When his cock jumped against
her, she felt an answering response in the lower region of her body.
    When his fingers flexed where they
rested beneath her breast, realization of what she was doing hit her like a ton
of bricks. What she was feeling was wrong and would go nowhere. When the air
conditioner kicked on she thanked God for the cool draft that suddenly caressed
her feverish skin. Though with relief also came the knowledge there were places
she was barely covered, if at all.
    “You awake, princess?”
    Thank God! “Yes I’m awake, and I’ll
thank you to stop that.” She purposely injected irritation in her tone. The
last thing she wanted was Brent to think she enjoyed being curled up against
him. She straightened away from him, as far as the handcuffs allowed.
    “Stop what?” he asked innocently,
his voice low and sexy. Only Sophie wasn’t buying it. He knew exactly what she
referred to.
    She released a sound of annoyance.
“You know what,” she insisted, not falling for his obvious trap.
    “You mean this?” He pulled Sophie
back against him until her bottom was flush against his hard as steel cock.
“Does it bother you when a man shows you that he wants you?” His husky tone
revealed he wasn’t immune to the intimate situation.
    Sophie fought down the desire racing
through her blood. “You’re my captor…”
    “I’m a man first.” His voice had
turned raspy with desire.
    She rolled onto her back with
growing alarm, her mouth trembling. She was afraid of how she’d react if he
kissed her, or did anything else. “Please leave me alone.”
    His gaze dropped, narrowing at a
spot beneath her chin. A feeling prompted Sophie into reaching up. She touched
bare skin, where her shirt had parted when she’d unbuttoned it the night before
in an effort to cool off. She unwillingly glanced down, her heart sinking when
she saw the curves of her breasts were exposed. And my nipples are hard! Is
everything working against me? Her hand worked frantically at closing the
material over her breasts. Suddenly his hand was there too, stopping her.
    “You’re beautiful in the morning.”
His long fingers encircled her wrist firmly, pulling Sophie’s hand away from
her body. The look in his dark eyes unnerved her, but she couldn’t look away.
Spellbound like some innocent teenager experiencing her first crush. “Even with
your chin stuck out in defiance and your eyes snapping with sapphire heat.” He
lowered his face, and Sophie had no doubts that he intended to kiss her.
    “Please don’t,” she whispered,
feeling her pulse quickening. She tried to pull free but couldn’t break his
hold.
    “Why? What are you afraid of?
Discovering something you can’t handle?” he challenged.
    “I can handle anything,” Sophie said
softly, swallowing the lie when she thought about her dilemma with Jonathan.
    The silence that followed was
palpable. Sophie had half a mind to close the distance between them and kiss
him herself. It took conscious effort to remember what her situation was. But
strangely, she didn’t feel any real fear of Brent. And that was crazy, wasn’t
it? He’d kidnapped her, for whatever reason, but it was the threat of what he
did to her peace of mind that was far more dangerous.
    “I’ll be the judge of that.”
    Sophie didn’t have time to ask him
what he meant. Not when her mouth was suddenly crushed beneath his, and he was
forcing his tongue inside. As soon as her tongue