She paused, staring at him in surprise, then gathered herself. "It would have been nice if you'd asked."
He barely registered that she'd got her hands on his wrists again. "It wasn't like that, and I'm sorry. Besides, I had to leave. My sister had her baby early, and I wanted to go over to the hospital to be with them. I should have woken you, but I didn't. I came back and you'd gone. I've been trying to find you all week. Do you know how many Kellys there are in London?"
She looked surprised, and stared at him silently for a moment. "You came back?"
He nodded. "I've been trying to track you down ever since. You didn't give me your last name."
"No, I didn't."
He thought she was softening, but then she flicked her hair back and grabbed his wrists back into her grasp. Jerking his arms straight, she held on to him.
He shook his head, laughing in disbelief. "How did you get to be so strong?"
"Hard work and a competitive nature." She clambered to her knees. "A liking for adventure sports." She flexed, her body rippling provocatively, agile as a feline. "I was the Southern Counties female canoeing champion title holder for two years running."
She climbed over him and straddled his hips. "I jog daily. I've placed in the London Marathon in the top one thousand every year since I started." She moved her hands up from his wrists, never breaking contact with him, and pinned his arms down with her hands locked around his biceps. "Oh, and I work in a gym, keeping shifty men like you in good shape."
"The moment I saw you I thought you'd make a great gym partner." He grinned. "But... "shifty"? That's not very complimentary. Especially coming from a woman who just knocked the knees out from under me. If there was any shifty behavior here, that was it."
"I'm not here to pay you compliments. I'm here to return a favor." Mischief glinted in her eyes.
He wasn't sure what she meant, but he could barely focus on what she was saying. She'd tracked him down. His ego was swelling by the moment, and that wasn't all. With her sitting across his hips, pinning him down, looking so sexy, he was already getting hard.
She gave him a slow, hungry, once over, her gaze lingering. "Are you ready for a really stiff workout, Tommy?"
His brain turned to mush. His dick did the reverse. Her sassy, suggestive smile made his balls ache. She had that mischievous look in her eye, her lips parted while she moved her crotch suggestively over him.
"Oh yes."
"Up for a challenge, huh?" She drew his hands to her body, putting them on her breasts.
He molded the satin-covered flesh with his hands, his focus shifting. She looked so damn good, like a fantasy come true. He couldn't wait to be inside her, to fuck her, fast, and then again, real slow.
She took one hand in hers, pulled it away and kissed his fingertips, stroking his forearm, taking one finger in her mouth.
"Oh, yes, that's good." He moved his free hand into her cleavage, stroking her there, imagining his dick there. She was moving in and out of the shadows, and all he could focus on was her crotch rubbing against him, and her breast in his hand. It wasn't until she moved that hand too, and he automatically tried to use the other, that he found he couldn't. She had tethered it to the headboard and out to the side. Glancing over, he saw that a line of shiny, twisted black stuff extended from the headboard to his wrist, where it was tied tightly around his wrist. "What the hell is that?"
She'd swayed to the other side. "Bondage tape."
Bondage? "Wait a minute—"
"Too late, you're mine now, all mine." She leaned back, smiling at her handiwork. She'd got the other one tied too.
"Kelly?" He flexed his arms, tugged. The tape stretched marginally, but seemed to twist and tighten too. There were maybe ten inches of tape up to where she'd looped and tied it to the headboard, but it wasn't enough for his liking. He was ready to do whatever she wanted, but he'd never been tied up before.
"I'm quite sure you could break free, but I'd like to remind you at this point that you signed a contract to be at my beck and call."
She was right. "Yes. I see." What the hell had he let himself in for? "You don't need to tie me up, believe me. I'm very willing."
"Oh, but I do need to tie you up. You were very rude to me, so it's my turn to punish you."
The idea of being punished by her, sexually, almost won out in the battle of body over mind. Yes, he wanted to know. He might not have been tied up before, but a dark sense of curiosity was fast creeping up on him. His brain, however, was still clinging to a shred of logic, and wanted to challenge her some more on a different matter. "Is that all this is, punishment?"
He didn't believe her, and he chuckled softly, eyeing her in mock accusation. "I mean, we've seen each other two weekends in a row, doesn't that imply we're in some sort of relationship?"
"No." She glared at him. "I'm an independent woman. I only need men for one thing." She returned her attention to his body and opened his shirt, clawing his chest, her nails raking over it, sending slivers of twisted pleasure under his skin.
At that point, his brain surrendered, handing over full control of the logic center to his bodily desires. "Oh yes, play rough, Kelly, play rough," he challenged.