“You will, or I will keep you hovering at the edge and never let you come.”
Hannah’s heart thumped, and a hot tingle went down her spine. XXX He’d told Derrick he would make sure she got off at her stop – his stop. “Stay like that,” he said, his broad palm cupping her ass. Just because she’d been passed out, how was that any excuse for this kind of torture? She waited until the other binding slackened and exploded into motion, scrambling away from him. Her train ticket was wedged in the small metal strip on the top of the aisle seat, so that she wouldn’t have to wake up when the conductor came by to punch tickets. Now was when it started to get tricky. “Lovely dove,” he whispered, his lips tickling the shell of her ear.
