Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(111)

Ten strong fingers rolled down my back and opened my bra, discarding it to the floor. “You’re about to get a whole lot dirtier. We’ll take a shower later.”

His hands returned to teasing my breasts. God, that feels good.

“You trust me?”

Did I?

“Yes.”

His right hand drifted away while he placed sensual kisses my shoulder. I heard a snap pop and then something metallic jingled. He had my wrists gripped behind my back and within seconds, before I’d realized what he had done or could properly fight it, I was handcuffed.

“Adam,” I began to protest, feeling the bite of cold steel.

He wrapped me in a protective hold. “Shhh, it’s okay. I want you to trust me and this is just another step. I’d never hurt you, Erin. Never.” He kissed my neck then grazed his teeth. “You have nothing to fear.”

“Am I under arrest?”

His hands returned to torturing my nipples. “Not under arrest, just being detained for questioning.”

So apparently my moody cop liked kink. Still, I was unconvinced. “Questioning?”

He rolled, pinched, and pulled, sending pulsating waves right into my vagina.

“Yes, but first I need you to know something.”

It was hard to concentrate. “What?”

“I’d never hurt you. I’d never put you at risk of getting hurt either. No matter what. Okay?”

Adam had been super gentle with me the entire weekend, giving me no cause for worry. I had no choice but to give him the benefit of the doubt, so I nodded.

He pulled harder, ebbing toward a wee bit of pain. It felt even better than what he’d been doing before. “I want to hear your words, Doc. We have to be on the same page here. Do you trust me?”

He had me so hot and bothered, almost to the point of panting. “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

“Good,” he whispered on my neck.

I was trusting that he wouldn’t give me a hickey.

He pulled away for a moment and I heard the rustle of snaps and clothes and then something heavy thumped onto the floor. Then his warmth returned; his chest pressed up against me.

His pants rasped over my palms; his erection strained inside.

“Feel that?”

Yes. Yes, I most certainly could feel that.

Adam pulled his zipper down and a moment later I had hot veined hardness brushing over my hands. I tried to wrap my hand around him; I wanted more.

“I see your memory is coming back,” he hissed, flexing his hips to glide through my fingers.

“How could I ever forget? You’ve been on my mind all night. It was virtually impossible to think of anything else.”

Adam’s hand slid up the column of my throat, his teeth nipped at my jaw. “Oh really?” he muttered. “That so?”

I managed to cup his tightened balls, rolling them around in my fingers, knowing that would make him shudder too.

“Yes. One of my patients caught me zoning out.”

He pushed the length of his erection up through my hand, tisking at me in the process. “I was worried you’d forgotten me already.”

I gripped him harder. “Impossible.”

“Then why didn’t you answer my calls?”

My eyes opened. He was a guy who called afterward. This was a major revelation. “You called?”

Adam’s embrace tightened. “Sent you a text and called you but got your voice mail. Thought you’d call me back.”

Of all times to go to work without it. “I didn’t have my phone.” He pinched and pulled my nipples, twisting them with just enough pressure to ebb on pleasurably painful.

God, how I love that.

“Oh really?”

I gasped from the sensations, only able to nod. “It’s, oh f*ck that feels good. It’s over there, on my nightstand. I… I forgot it last night.”

I felt his gaze shift as he rolled his cheek over the back of my head.

It was becoming hard to breathe. “I was so busy thinking of other things that I went to work without it.”

I heard him take a relieving sigh and mutter something unintelligible under his breath. “I’m going to make you come so hard, Doc. Kick your sneakers off.”

I used my toes to peel them away.

Adam made quick work of removing my scrub bottoms and underwear, leaving me standing in nothing but white ankle socks and handcuffs.

He pulled the laces on his black boots, kicked them off, and tossed the pair near my dresser. His cargos landed next to his utility belt.

I held my foot out, needing help. “Socks?”

“You can keep them on. I’d hate for you to get cold feet.”

The handcuffs were uncomfortable and brought back all sorts of unwanted memories. “Okay. Are you going to take these off of me now?” Viewing a very naked Adam in my bedroom made my skin hot.

He grasped my upper arms somewhat forcefully and tenderly kissed my shoulder. “No.” It was direct and absolute and very much non-negotiable.

It was hard to swallow. “How am I…?” I was trying to work out the logistics of how we’d have fantastic sex with my arms pinned behind me when Adam crossed his forearm over my chest and slid his fingernails up my throat. His other hand cupped me, locking me in place and rendering me immobile while he explored.