Free In the Bedroom with the Rope: Tied in Knots by Jenna McCormick Page B

front door. Closing the laptop that showed the interior of her house, he scanned the rental for any other signs of his purpose. A one-man operation and a pitiful budget didn’t lead to a large scale stakeout. Trevor was doing this gig on his own time, financing it on his own dime and about a million favors. The bugs had been planted, the two cameras in place, one in the foyer, feeding off her pedestrian security system, the other in her bedroom. Everything was routed to this laptop, so as long as she wasn’t coming over to check her email, she wouldn’t know.
    Pulling on a denim shirt to hide his scarred shoulder, he ran a hand through his still damp hair, just as the doorbell rang. Too little sleep and too much testosterone had done nothing for his physical appearance. Plus, he hadn’t shaved in a while. No point when he wasn’t going out. He probably looked like a steaming bucket of ass, but he hadn’t been expecting company. Nothing for it now but to see what was up.
    Fixing a welcoming smile on his face he opened the door and got his first close up look at Samantha Jacobs in the flesh.
     He’d long ago memorized every detail of her life, or at least those on record. The photos hadn’t done her justice. Sure, her peaches and cream complexion, the big blue eyes, sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose all looked the same, but a still couldn’t capture the flash of intelligence in those eyes, the way she licked her full lips. What a fucking waste, a smart, beautiful woman like that tying herself to a throwback like Gibbons.
    Tamping down his desire and the irrational surge of anger when he imagined that Neanderthal’s hands on her, Trevor asked, “Can I help you?”
    Their eyes met and held. His heart sped up until blood pounded in his ears. Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything, just stared up at him unblinkingly. Whatever she’d been so determined to say to him had drowned in the current of sizzling attraction that charged the air around them.
    A neighbor on the other side beeped open a minivan. She jumped, breaking the spell. Red crept into her cheeks as she watched the mom load three kids and a small white dog into the vehicle. Trevor took the opportunity to study her up close.
    Her body was lush, curvy, that of a real woman, not a surgically enhanced doll. Her hips were wide, perfect for a man to grip and hold onto while she rode him. And those full breasts practically spilling out of her red tank top would jiggle with every thrust.
    Though he’d just come not even an hour earlier, his cock throbbed painfully against his jeans. Christ, she even smelled amazing, sweet and hot like vanilla cupcakes. What would she taste like?
    “Do you want to come in? I have coffee.” His kitchen was bare otherwise, but she didn’t need to know that. This was so wrong—the last thing he should do was invite her into his house. But the devil in his mind prompted the thought, what better way to keep an eye on her than have her naked in his bed, not just in his mind?
    She shook her head. “No, I…just needed to tell you something.”
    He waited for her to continue. When she didn’t he shifted his weight. “Miss…?”
    She started, as though he’d poked her in the belly. Her hand came up, extended. “Sorry, I’m Samantha. Samantha Jacobs. I live across the street.” She pointed to the house.
    Slowly, he clasped his hand around hers. God, her skin was soft, like silk, but warm and pliant to the touch. Her fingers were long, graceful. Searching the file he had on her in his mind, he scanned all the archived data, wondering if she’d ever taken piano lessons.
    “Trevor Harrison,” his voice sounded thick and rough in his own ears. “You sure I can’t get you anything? Coffee, water…?” Sexual satisfaction?
    He’d dared not say the last though. The woman had been tied up and left for dead by her former lover and the last thing Trevor wanted to do was intimidate her in any way. They were