Praise for the novels of Lora Leigh

“Leigh draws readers into her stories and takes them on a sensual roller coaster.”

—Love Romances & More

“Leigh writes wonderfully straightforward and emotional stories with characters that jump off the page.”

—The Road to Romance

“Fraught with tension from the first page to the last . . . A love story of the deepest kind with a very emotional and sensual base. Combine all these elements together and

[you’re] guaranteed an intriguing story that will have you glued to the edge of your seat.”

—Fallen Angel Reviews

“Blistering sexuality and eroticism . . . Bursting with passion and drama . . . Enthralls and excites from beginning to end.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“A scorcher with sex scenes that blister the pages.”

—A Romance Review

“Thrilling . . . Explosive . . . A perfect blend of sexual tension and suspense.”

—Sensual Romance Reviews

“An emotional read.”

—The Best Reviews

“Hot sex, snappy dialogue, and kick-butt action add up to outstanding entertainment.”

—Romantic Times(top pick)

“Ms. Leigh is one of my favorite authors because she creates new worlds that I want to visit and would move to if only I could.”

—Erotic-Escapades

“The writing of Lora Leigh continues to amaze me . . . Electrically charged, erotic, and just a sinfully good read!”

—JoyfullyReviewed.com

“Wow . . . The lovemaking is scorching.”

—Just Erotic Romance Reviews

ELEVEN

How brave would she have to be? It was a distantthought that raced through her brain.

There one second, gone the next as he pulled back from her and reached down for his jeans.

When he returned he tossed a condom on the nightstand and in the next second she saw the flash of handcuffs just before Zeke caught her wrists, pulled them up, and had her secured to one of the found iron pipes that made the headboard of her bed.

Her eyes flashed up to where the cuffs circled her wrists, then back to Zeke in surprise.

There was no teasing smile on his face, only pure, dominant lust as he stared down at her.

“Is this supposed to scare me?” She jangled the metal restraints and let a smile shape her lips. “Oh, Sheriff, the fantasies I’ve had about you and these cuffs.”

He didn’t grin back. His fingertips ran from between her breasts to the mound of her pussy, his gaze following the path they took before returning to hers.

“Frighten you?” he asked. “No, Rogue, this shouldn’t frighten you at all. I’d never hurt you.”

The tone of his voice had her heart rate increasing. It was darker, rougher, as though the hunger that glittered in his eyes was at the edge of slipping the leash she could sense he had on it.

She wasn’t frightened, but she was wary. Zeke wasn’t joking, he was intent, fiercely controlled. Her heart was racing in her chest as his palm flattened on her abdomen and his lips lowered to her neck.

“There’s a reason why you don’t want me to touch you?” she asked.

“There is,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I want you to feel every touch, every sensation. Don’t worry about anything else. Just feel.”

His teeth raked over her shoulder. Heated pleasure jumped through the nerve endings there and seared her with heat.

“What if I want to touch you, too?” she gasped.

“Too bad.” His hands stroked down her side, fingertips pressing, feeling her.

“Not into mutual pleasure, huh?” She breathed in roughly as he parted her thighs, his head lifting, his gaze locking with hers.

“I’m into you, Rogue,” he said then. “And very soon, I’m going to be so into you that you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

A cry fell from her lips as his teeth raked over a nipple, then his lips closed over it. He didn’t stop there, he lingered long enough to have her arching, writhing beneath his touch before he went to her other breast, tortured it with pleasure, and stoked the arousal burning inside her higher.

There was something about Zeke’s touch that stole her mind. She would have never trusted another man enough to restrain her, she knew she wouldn’t. But with Zeke the progression of fantasy to reality seemed natural. It was white-hot flames licking over her body where his tongue touched, but it felt natural.

It was Zeke. Hard, intent. The man she couldn’t get out of her head, and he was touching her.

Rogue heard the moan that fell from her lips and would have been surprised by the desperation in it if she had been able to actually think clearly. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. Feel what he was doing to her. Feel his hands spreading her thighs, his lips traveling from her breasts along her abdomen, the way his hands pulled her legs apart and he lay between them.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you here again.” His lips were at her hip bone. A kiss, a little nip that had her arching and crying out at the pleasure.

“So pretty.” The backs of his fingers slid along the swollen flesh of her flesh. “Flushed and damp. You’re so wet for me, Rogue.”

She could feel more of her juices easing from her vagina, coating her inner lips, tormenting her with the need for his touch.

A jerk of reaction tore through her body at the first fiery lick against her clit. A wild cry spilled from her lips as sensation raced along through the tiny bundle of nerves and sent spasms of pleasure clenching her womb.

Her feet dug into the mattress, her eyes opened, and she became lost in the sight of what he was doing to her. Gently, tenderly, his fingers parted the folds. His jaw tightened for long seconds before his lips parted and a breath of air struck the ultrasensitive bud of her clit before his tongue stroked through the slick folds.

Jerking, moaning, Rogue felt a landslide of pleasure begin to explode through her body.

She trembled beneath him, anticipation and hunger building inside her as she fought to hold on to some part of herself.

She was losing herself in his touch. She could feel it. Every cell of her body was reaching out for him as her heart opened, her soul melted, and she felt herself melding to him.

“Damn, you taste like candy,” he rasped, his voice tight, rough. “So fucking sweet I could drown in you.”

But he licked instead. From the fluttering opening of her vagina to the hard throb of her clit. One slow, long lick as she watched, breathless. His tongue hovered over the bundle of nerves then, flickered around it, stroked, and caressed and sent her flying into a maelstrom of complete eroticism.

The pleasure was torrential. It washed over her, through her, built and rose until she was swamped with sensation with each lick. Then his lips pursed as they covered her clit to deliver a gentle, ecstatic little kiss that nearly sent her flying into rapture.

Sensation after sensation slammed through her system. Her womb clenched with it, her sex was drenched in it.

She wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to revel in the pleasure tearing through her.

But she wanted to watch. She wanted to stare in his eyes as she was now, and watch as he enjoyed her, tortured her, left her shaking, so close to release she could feel it burning at the edge of her mind.

“Go over, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Go over for me.”

His lips closed over her clit. He sucked the little bud into his mouth, his tongue caressed around it, over it, flickered against it, and she exploded. Like a catapult, sensation flew inside her, exploded, vibrating through her body with a violence that had her screaming out his name as she arched to him and felt the quaking sensations tear through her.

Rapture. It was ecstasy. It was bright lights in front of her eyes and sparks detonating one explosion after another through her senses. It was feeling him touch her, inside and out. It was knowing she would never be the same after Zeke’s possession.

And he didn’t stop.

She screamed his name again as his hand slid beneath her rear, clenched, and lifted her until his tongue could plunge inside her. The quick, fierce thrust had her melting, then imploding. Her senses were rioting with the overwhelming pleasure. Perspiration ran from her flesh as her fingers clenched the iron bar her hands were cuffed to.

Shudders tore through her body. The pleasure was torturous, extreme. It singed every nerve ending, sent flames racing across her flesh, and left her wilder than she had been before.

She wanted more.

Opening her eyes she stared back at Zeke as he rose between her thighs, his fingers rolling the condom over the stiff length of his cock.

For a second, she considered telling him it was her first time. She almost allowed the words to pass her lips. But she forced them back. She didn’t want gentle and tender. She wanted Zeke as he was now, primal, hungry, his gaze reflecting the wildness she felt tearing through her as well.

“Lift to me.” Still sitting on his knees, his hand gripped her hip, pulling her up his thighs until her legs draped at his hips and the heavy width of his cock head pressed against the sensitive folds of her pussy.

“Oh God,” she breathed out, feeling the heat and hardness through the latex as the hard crown pressed against her, into her.

Seeing Zeke, muscles tight and bulging, his hands holding her hips as he pressed against her, stole her breath, her senses.

He watched her as though nothing mattered but her—taking her, touching her. The feel of his erection stretching her, pressing deeper fed the wild need burning inside her. She bucked closer. Needing more. She didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted to go wild beneath him, yet he restrained her, held her, watched her, and eased in by only the barest inch before pulling back.

“What are you waiting for?” Bucking against him, she fought the restraints at her wrists and glared back at him.

He was trying to kill her. He had to be. He was torturing her past bearing.

But he was just as tortured. Sweat rolled in a thin, damp line down the side of his neck as he stilled, staring down at her, his golden eyes fierce and intent. Desperation hovered in his expression, in the tight lines of his face as hunger glittered in his eyes.

“I need you,” she whispered the plea, begging for more. If he stopped now, could she bear it?

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice dark and low. “Say it, Rogue. Admit it.

You’re mine.”

She shook her head. She couldn’t belong to him, she didn’t know how to belong to anyone, and she knew he didn’t know how.

“Say it, Rogue.” He pressed deeper, stretched untried tissue, heated it with his strength and hardness. “Tell me. Mine.” The words were a snarl, a growl of ownership as his cock dug in deeper, parted her flesh, and sent a hard, fierce jolt of electric pleasure racing through her.

“Maybe,” she gasped desperately. “We can negotiate. I promise, we’ll negotiate. Later.”

Negotiate? Oh Lord, where had she come up with that one? She stared back at him and might have laughed at his expression if the need wasn’t pumping hard and fast through her veins.

She had managed to surprise him. She liked that, loved it. He may have the upper hand on her here in the bed, but she still had the ability to affect him as well.

She jerked at the cuffs again. If only she were free. If only she could touch him, tempt the control that seemed as iron hard as the flesh barely buried inside her.

“Negotiate?” he asked carefully, his eyes narrowing, his hands flexing on her hips. “You want to negotiate on whether or not you belong to me, Rogue?”

“Yes,” she promised breathlessly, nodding, trying to thrust against his hold. “Later.”

A smile curled at the ends of his lips. It wasn’t a comfortable smile.

“Oh, bad baby,” his chuckle was dark, knowing. “Negotiate this first.”