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His eyes flashed angrily to hers when she questioned his honor.Too. Damn. Bad.Trust had to be earned, and he'd badly damaged her faith in him.
"Yes. I'm sure. I deleted it before anyone else saw it.”
So, there had been video… “Did you watch it?”
“Yes.” Jake’s voice deepened around the single syllable.
Frankie lowered her voice to match it, curiosity spurring her onward. "Was it any good?"
Jake let out an unsteady exhale and nodded.
“Did you touch yourself while you watched it? Did you come?”
Jake paused and dropped his gaze.
“You did!” Frankie advanced, poking him hard in the chest. “You stole that from me. And you made me feel like shit while you did.”
Jake pressed his hand over hers, flattening her accusing fingers against his chest, trapping her close. “How can I make it up to you?”
Knowing now that his disappearing act had been driven by his own battle for control and not by anything she’d done made her decision easier. Despite her best efforts, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head. Staying out of his way had felt like the best choice to move on from his callous dismissal, but it hadn’t worked. Clearly it hadn’t worked for him either, because here he was, chasing her into a hole in the ground so she would listen to his apology. Maybe taking back a little of that control would help her find the balance that had gone missing after that one-sided panty party.
“Give it back.”
Jake looked confused, but he still hadn’t released her hand from his chest. She bunched his shirt into her fist, deliberately wrinkling the pristinely ironed cotton, and pulled him right into her space.
“The orgasm you stole from me? I want it back.”
His eyes went dark and dilated. He stepped forward, reaching his hands for her face.
“No,” she interrupted. “I don’t want you to give it to me. I want to take it myself.”
CHAPTER17
Jake washelpless to resist as Frankie used her grip to push him off-balance into the concrete wall at the base of the stairs. He'd had more words to say. A plan. It was hazy now. He raised his hands to her hips to steady himself, and she slapped them away.
“My. Turn.”
If this was how he broke through her walls, who was he to argue?
Her nimble fingers were easily unfastening the row of buttons down his shirt, tugging it from his jeans as she went. She pulled his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, the sleeve snagging on his wrists because of the buttoned cuffs.
He reached behind to help her undo the now hidden buttons, but she stopped him again.
“Leave it. Maybe it’ll help keep you from interrupting.”
His need for control flared, unaccustomed to being denied.
Frankie ran her hand under his undershirt, raising it up to expose his chest, and tweaked one of his nipples before lowering her lips to soothe it. His hands rose of their own accord and were jerked to a halt by his makeshift cotton handcuffs. He hadn’t even made it thirty seconds.
She laughed against his chest, and his chagrin dissolved. “This is gonna be fun.” She chuckled again as she licked from his clavicle to his ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth, pulling a groan from deep in his chest unbidden.
Fun.When was the last time he’d relaxed and just had fun? The closest he’d gotten had been on the bar with her, talking and flirting. Even then he hadn’t been able to fully let go, which had gotten him in this current situation. When Frankie stepped back from him to whip her own T-shirt over her head, he deliberately made no move to free himself or reach for her. He’d play her game and give her everything she’d asked for and more.
She slid up his torso, her breasts still hidden by her scrap of a bra. She was all lithe energy and strength as she literally climbed him and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, pinning him against the wall. He met her kiss for kiss, but kept his hands between him and the wall. He wanted to help support her, grab her ass, hold her close. But he was playing by her rules and he didn’t want to lose.
She locked one arm behind his neck and used the other to cup his face while she explored his collarbone with her mouth. Between little kisses she asked, “Why…do you…wear…so many…layers?”
“Excellent question. I’m happy to shed a few for you. You can even tie my hands back again.”
