He took her lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s whatever you need it to be to say yes.”
She smiled. “Yes!”
* * *
Two days later, Marissa finished the dishes, thinking about the last couple of days they’d enjoyed being together in the beautiful island setting. They’d spent the days swimming in the ocean, walking along the beach, and going for rides on his big motorcycle. She loved the wind in her hair, and clinging to his big body as they sped along the winding roads.
She wiped the last dish and placed it in the drainer, then wiped her hands and returned to the living room where Killer continued his book. He had cooked lunch, so it was her turn to clean up.
“You want to go for a swim?” she asked.
He put down his book and glanced at her with a big smile. “I’d like to go for a ride.”
“Okay, I’ll go change into my jeans.” The light sundress she was wearing wasn’t practical for a ride.
Killer had arranged to have her suitcase sent over from the resort. She turned to head for the bedroom.
“I wasn’t thinking on my bike.”
He stood up and approached her, then glided his hands around her waist and cupped her butt, then pulled her tight to him. She could feel his erection through his jeans.
He brushed his lips along her neck, then nuzzled, sending tingles through her.
“And for what I have in mind, you’re a little overdressed,” he said as he slipped one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other.
She felt the zipper glide down her back and he slid the dress down to her waist, revealing her strapless, black lace bra. The dress was black with a tropical floral pattern, and she wore a pretty black lace panty and bra set with a pink ribbon trim that matched the bright flowers on the dress. He slipped the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor.
“Do I have any say in this?” she asked as she curled her hands around his neck.
He pulled her tight against him again, the hard bulge in his pants pushing against her.
“None at all.” He then turned her and pressed her toward the patio doors.
She opened the door and stepped out into the warmth. She walked along the tiled patio, heading toward the hanging bed on the beach, but he stopped her before she stepped onto the soft sand.
She noticed that he’d taken down a string of paper lanterns that lit the patio at night, leaving the black metal rod that they had been suspended from bare except for a couple of strong-looking chains hanging from the center. The rod had been hardly noticeable when the lanterns had hung from it. Now it looked ominous, in an exhilarating way.
“Give me your wrists.”
She held out her arm and he picked up a thick, black band from the teak table and wrapped it around her wrist, buckling it into place. Then he attached a band to her other wrist. He drew her hand over her head and attached the heavy, metal clip on the end of the chain to the ring on her wrist, then did the same with her other hand.
Now she stood there with her hands chained above her head.
“I’m your prisoner.”
“That’s right. And I can do anything I want with you.”
“And what do you want to do with me?”
He stood behind her and stroked her ass, bared by the skimpy thong she wore. Heat started to build in her at his touch. His other hand glided up her hip and over her stomach, then cupped her breast. Her nipple peaked, thrusting against the lace. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked breast.
He squeezed and she moaned softly.
“Well, right now,”—he nuzzled her neck—“what I want to do is…” He nipped her skin and she sucked in a breath.
“Yes,” she prompted, wanting him to get on with it. Wanting to feel his hands all over her.
“Talk.” Then to her surprise he drew away and sat down in the chair by the table, gazing at her.
“About what?” Her voice sounded a bit on edge.
He leaned his elbow on the armrest and leaned his head against his hand.
“Well, I’ve been thinking. First, you were attracted to Rip. Even though you didn’t know he was in a dangerous gang, you did know he was a biker. Deep down you must have suspected something, but you went out with him anyway.”
“I didn’t—”
But he continued, ignoring her interruption. “Then you came to this island and found yourself running away from him. But who did you run to?” His hand flattened on his chest with a smug smile. “Me. Now you had to figure I was a dangerous type. I mean, the way I treated you…”
“What’s your point?” She was feeling a little uncertain about where he was going with this, and right now, talking was the last thing on her mind anyway.
“The point is, you are attracted to bad-ass biker men.”