Page 86 of The ARC Unit: Breach

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“You want to understand the line?”

“Not if this is your version of a demonstration.”

“Hands.”

I actually laughed. “Absolutely not.”

His eyes hardened.

“Mercer.”

“No.”

He waited one second, as if giving me the opportunity to reconsider.

I didn’t.

Wolf reached for my wrist and I slapped his hand away. The second he tried again, the argument became physical.

He caught the same wrist on the second attempt, turned me around with the momentum and took my other arm before I could shove him off. The movement was so efficient that my brain lagged behind what my body was doing. One moment I was facing him. The next, my shoulder had turned toward his chest and both of my hands were trapped between us.

“Get the fuck off me!”

I twisted hard enough to pull one wrist halfway free.

His hand closed again.

The webbing slid around both wrists.

“Are you serious?”

The metal hardware clicked shut. My hands were bound together before the full reality of it reached me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Wolf shifted behind me and drew the connected webbing downward, forcing my hands toward the small of my back. I tried to turn, and the open linen slipped from one shoulder, exposing most of the bikini top and dangerously close to exposing my nipples.

“Stop fighting me, Mercer.”

“Then stop fucking restraining me.”

“You were told to move today.”

“This is not the fucking party.”

“Exactly.”

I tried to turn anyway. His hand caught my waist before I got halfway around and redirected me back against him, the motion dragging the cover-up lower on my shoulder and leaving the high-cut side of my bikini completely exposed beneath his hand.

I twisted again and my bare ass struck the rough front of his tactical pants before the hard edge of his belt caught just above my hip bone. For a second I was trapped between the bed at my knees and Wolf behind me, his carrier brushing my shoulder blades every time either of us moved.

I sucked in a breath.

He did too.

It was small, only one sharper inhale through the mask, but his hand flexed against my waist at the exact same moment.