Page 12 of Wicked Rush

A small part of him knew that it was wrong to indulge in the delicious sight of her. I earned it though, he inwardly argued. All the hassle she had already brought into his life coupled with whatever secrets remained, seemed a decent exchange for the morning delight. But as she moved to exit, he sprang from the bed, wrapping a strong arm around her waist.

Her movement thwarted, she yelped. With the heat of his chest against her back, he made no effort to release her.

“Let me go,” she insisted.

“Settle…” She wiggled her bottom against his morning erection, and he cursed. Jesus Christ she feels good.Down, boy.

“You need to let me go. This is kidnapping,” Braelynn stated.

“Sorry sweetheart. I’d consider this a citizen’s arrest.”

“I didn’t steal anything,” she insisted.

“Breaking and entering,” he countered.

“I didn’t even get inside. I didn’t break anything. I didn’t enter. Now let me go.”

“You need to check the law in California. You were attempting to break in with the intent to steal.”

“Steal what? I just said I didn’t take anything,” she spat at him.

“Intent is the key word here.” Lars smiled as her eyes sparked with defiance. As she relaxed into his arms, he sensed her capitulation. Naked, she couldn’t get very far.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Maybe you’d prefer I call the cops?”

“No. Please. You don’t understand,” she pleaded.

“No I don’t. None of this makes any sense. I want answers.” The blood drained from his cock, the conversation turning serious.

She quivered in his arms, and he slowly spun her so she faced him. Clinging to the wrap, she appeared fragile and broken, and he wondered what the hell could have driven one of the world’s promising scientists to do something so stupid. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and Lars resisted releasing her completely.

He considered his next steps as the room filled with silence. They both needed showers. The image of their wet flesh entwined together flashed through his mind, but the fantasy was as fleeting. No matter his attraction to her, he wasn’t pursuing it. If and when he made love to Dr. Rollins, she’d be wet with desire, begging him to fuck her.

“Look Doc. I have a proposition for you.”

“What?” She shrugged her arms from his grip, and stepped back.

Lars gave a small smile, knowing that Dean would fucking kill him if it got back to the police. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and if this woman had the balls to walk the stretch of beach at the bottom of the cliffs at night, she’d tear out of his house the first chance she got. He reached for her hand, without giving her a chance to escape.

“What are you doing? I told you…I’ll talk to you, okay?” she asked.

There were no words that would make what he was about to do any easier. While she resisted slightly, her feet shuffled alongside him until he stopped, reaching to his nightstand. Opening a drawer with one hand, he retrieved a shiny pair of handcuffs. As he dangled them in the air, he watched the color drain from her face.

“No.” Her lips trembled as her anger rose.

“I usually use these for pleasure,” he said, amusement in his voice. “Not that I’m ruling that out for the two of us sometime, but I’m afraid that’s not happening this morning. So I’m settling for peace of mind.”

“Are you insane?” she exclaimed.

“I’d like to say this’ll hurt me more than you, but all I can guarantee at this point is that I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

“You have no right…” She attempted to back away but he held tight to her hand, preventing her from leaving. “I’m not agreeing to this. No way.”

“Consent. Good point.” Lars snapped open a cuff and smiled. “I’m all for it.”

“Good. I didn’t give you my permission.” Her eyes focused on his.