I unlocked her wrists from the cuffs while she still tried to catch her breath. The moment her hands were free I lowered myself over her and claimed her mouth. She kissed me back even though her body was still trembling from the orgasm. I kept my touch softer this time, massaging her breasts instead of rough-handling them. She clearly enjoyed it—her tongue slid against mine in slow, lazy strokes that made me smirk.

Micah’s hands trailed down my back, light and deliberate, leaving heat in their wake. When she broke the kiss her palms slid to my chest, then lower, tracing every ridge of my abs. She kept her...