Curtis, could land her in a heap of shit.
“It’s a long story.”
With a smile that did not comfort her, he crossed his arms over his wide chest. “I have all night. So do you.”
As long as she was tied up this effectively? Yes. “I barely know him. Friend of a friend sort of thing,” she improvised. “I came out here for a change of scenery. I certainly don’t know anything that would help you.”
Her intruder said nothing for a full minute. Instead, he reached down to inch her tank up her body to reveal her stomach beneath. He swept a broad palm over her skin, fingers snagging on her belly ring.
“You’re a young, gorgeous girl. Long hair, tight ass, great tits,” He punctuated the statement by lifting his hand over her bare breast and flicking her nipple, still hard and sore from the detective’s cruel pinch. She gasped as pleasure jolted through her body.
Brenna heard fear and desire could affect the body in very similar ways. Tonight, she was getting firsthand proof. Why else would her nipples be hard if her life was in danger? Heaven help her if he discovered she was wet too. He’d tamper with her just for the joy of messing with her body and head.
Then, who knows? He might kill her for the sport of it.
Before she could protest, his hand settled high on her torso, just beneath her breast, which brushed the top of his hand. There, he planted, clearly with no intent to leave soon.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
He ignored her. “You know, you’re just the sort of girl Curtis likes to bring here to fuck. Is that why you’re here?”
Curtis didn’t live here? No wonder this cottage lacked all personal items or any sort of homey clutter. “No.”
“I think I’ll test, just to be sure you’re telling the truth.”
The intruder reached for her again. She had no idea what he intended to do, but if it was anything like what she’d endured earlier that day, she didn’t want to find out. “No! Please…don’t hurt me.”
The biker paused. “So you know what Curtis is into?”
“Based on the conversation I had earlier today with the detective, I guessed. I-I don’t know from experience.”
An odd smile crossed his face. “The detective told you Curtis is a sadist?”
“No, he grabbed me and squeezed my…”
Brenna had a bad feeling if she explained the interaction between she and the hot detective that this intruder would want to test her reaction for himself. God, she didn’t want to repeat that pain.
“He demonstrated,” she corrected.
“Did he? He squeezed your…what?”
“That’s not relevant. Aren’t you here about Curtis?”
“We’ll get back to him in a moment. The detective interests me too. He’s usually a good little Boy Scout. Tell me how he inflicted pain on you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not telling you so that you can do it for yourself.”
“I don’t like causing pain. I’m not a sick fuck, like Curtis.”
“Really?” Sarcasm sprayed out like a garden hose full blast. “You only like to break into a woman’s bedroom, tie her up in her sleep, then fondle and scare the hell out of her.”
“Oh, I haven’t even started to fondle you yet.”
“Don’t touch me!” The words sounded much braver than she felt.
He went on as if she hadn’t even spoken. “I’m wondering…” The intruder eased his hand back to her breast, where he cupped it with a blazing palm. Then he set that thumb back over her nipple to graze and roll it back and forth. “Did he squeeze this one?”
Yes. And even now, she could feel the stranger’s touch acutely through the remnants of the detective’s pain. She was more sensitive than usual. Way more.
“Stop it!”
“It doesn’t feel good?” he asked innocently as he thumbed the hard nub. “Did Detective Martinez squeeze this nipple?”
It felt too good. No way she was going to answer him, not when he’d take that as an invitation.
Suddenly, the bed dipped with his weight as he sat beside her. “I’ve been watching this place for a few days now. Give me some information about Curtis, and I’ll give you the orgasm you couldn’t give yourself by the pool.”
Her jaw dropped as she drew back in horror. “You saw that?”
“Live and in living color. I know exactly what you’re missing. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You can’t,” she blurted.
No one could. Something inside her just froze up every time she tried to come. By herself, she felt silly, the exercise pointless. With a man, she couldn’t be in the moment. She simply focused on the inevitable “goodbye” before it even happened. The relaxing and enjoying they always suggested just never materialized.
For a few years in high school and college, she’d slept with any guy rumored to be well hung or good in bed. Nothing. This intruder, a potent mixture of danger and edgy sex appeal, who hadn’t even told her his name, was even more temporary than most. He could be a cross between Valentino and a porn star and it wouldn’t matter. No way could he get her to come when every other man had failed.
“Try me,” he drawled.
His confidence made her shiver. Yes, a lot of guys had seemed as if they were proud of their bedroom prowess, and some had been better than others. This one… She wondered exactly what he had to back up his conviction.
Brenna shook off the thought. “Not to challenge you, but seriously, you can’t make me come.”
He just laughed. “If I do, you tell me about Curtis’ whereabouts and your relationship with him. Deal?”
Talk about a bargain with the devil…
“And if you fail, you’ll go away and leave me the hell alone?”
“Sure. Whatever. So, it’s a deal?”
Rolling her eyes, Brenna sighed. “This is pointless. You can’t make me come.”
“I can.”
Absolutely not. She was not going to invite a total stranger who had tied her to her own bed fondle her just in case he could finally give her the orgasm she’d been missing all her life. She wasn’t.
“Prove it,” she tossed back.
God, she hated when her impulsive tongue got the better of her common sense.
“If I do, you’ll tell me what I want to know?”
Since what she knew was next to nothing, and he’d never make her come anyway, why not agree? Besides, every moment he was fondling her was a moment he wasn’t trying to kill her. And a moment she could be looking for some way to escape.
“Yes.”
“This is going to be fun.”
She saw a flash of white teeth in the dark. No doubt, he was awfully pleased with himself. As badly as her body would love the gratification, her head knew there was no way he’d be doing anything but eating crow. Then maybe, he’d unbind her. Hopefully. If not…she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.