Chapter 8

Jesse was drawn to her, despite himself. He reached out, brushing his fingers across her hand.

And promptly, fell back on his ass.

Shaking his head, it took him a few seconds to realize the sudden jolt came from her. His first thought was she was wired to something to discourage touching, but that didn’t make sense. How could her skin be electrified?

Jess tried again, bracing himself. It wasn’t electricity. It was pure, raw emotion—panic. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Hey, listen, I’m not going to leave you here. Do you understand?”

Her thick lashes shot up. It could have been a trick of the lighting, but Jesse would have sworn a tiny measure of the terror that had darkened her eyes had been replaced by the burn of hope. A tremor visibly wracked through her soft body, and the sigh that escaped around the ball gag rippled over Jesse’s skin.