“Do you trust me, Kitten?” he whispered in her ear while his hands continued to push her arousal higher and higher.
She was panting as her back arched in pleasure. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, I trust you.”
He growled and kissed her bare shoulder. Scanning the room, Boomer spotted what he needed. He hurried over to the French doors leading to a small balcony and removed one of the tasseled ropes holding the heavy curtains back. It was perfect for what he wanted to do to her.
Returning to her, he chuckled at the doe-eyed expression on her face. “I promise you, baby, you’re going to love this. Put your hands behind your back.” He was pleased when she only hesitated a split second before doing as he requested. He secured her wrists together with practiced ease, then checked to ensure the rope wasn’
