Free Crime and Punishment 4: Burning Submission by Trista Ann Michaels Page A

him, she’d climb his muscular body like a tree and grind herself against him until she came. Would having an orgasm relieve any of this sexual tension, or would it just make it worse?
    “Besides,” Josh said. “There’re other things we can do besides fuck.”
    Jennifer opened her eyes just as Josh took a step toward her and tossed the towel in the sink by her hip. “Oral never did anything for me,” she whispered, and truthfully, it hadn’t.
    Josh’s lips twitched as he placed his hands at her waist and brought his mouth close to hers. “You haven’t had me eat you yet.”
    She snorted. “You know what they say about—”
    Josh’s mouth covered hers, cutting off what she’d been about to say. His kiss was warm and soft. With a whimper of surrender, Jennifer opened her lips, inviting the wicked invasion of his tongue. She unfolded her arms and snaked them around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest where she could feel the beat of his heart thumping in time with hers.
    He tightened his arms around her lower back and held her close…tight but not so tight she couldn’t breathe. Instead, his embrace was firm and comforting. His arms around her felt good…and right. Way too right.
    A tingling began in her lips, and she groaned, trying to push at Josh’s chest. He broke the kiss and reached up to capture her hands in his. “I’m going to hurt you or both of us,” she pleaded.
    “I felt it too, but I trust you. Concentrate on the kiss and not the tingling.” He lightly touched his lips to hers. “If you think about the tingle, it will only get worse.”
    With each brush of his lips over her mouth, she relaxed a little more. When he sucked on her lower lip, she moaned and leaned into him, unable to ignore the need that got stronger with each passing second.
    Every part of her body hummed with a vibrating energy that had her squirming. Was this her lust? Her powers? Was it the energy the two of them together created?
    She tried to break her hands free of Josh’s grip, but he kept them hostage as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her hands at her lower back. The move forced her to arch and pushed her nipples more firmly against his warm, hard chest.
    When she couldn’t break free, her heart skipped a couple of beats in both apprehension and excitement. What was he doing?
    “Do you like to tie women up?” she whispered against his lips. “Like Linda’s husband?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    His admission should’ve scared her, but somehow, deep inside, she already knew, and the thought made her insides quiver with renewed excitement.
    He caught both wrists in one of his large hands and brought the other around to cup her breast. Jennifer moaned and closed her eyes against the onslaught of lust that had her pussy clenching.
    She should’ve been afraid, but she wasn’t. She knew from talking with Linda that Linda enjoyed what her husband did while she was tied up. The only reason they’d talked about it at all was because Jennifer had woken from a bad dream in the middle of the night. When she’d walked to the kitchen to get a drink, she’d seen Linda and her husband in the den. Linda had been tied to the table on her stomach, her husband swatting her on the ass with a riding crop.
    Jennifer had immediately rushed to her friend’s rescue. The whole situation would’ve been comical, and now was, but the things Josh made her feel had the scene looking much more erotic. She imagined him doing that to her, and every nerve in her body sprang to life.
    Josh hissed and then covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, demanding, and so thoroughly consuming it took her breath. She did what Josh suggested and thought about only the kiss, pushing the tingle to the back of her mind. It worked. The sensation lessened, but the throbbing in her pussy became worse. It was as though the fluctuating energy pooled between her legs with a shocking force that nearly brought her to her