Boldly, I pull the rope from the hook and let it drape over my fingers. When I think about it wrapped around my wrists, warmth sparks between my legs. As if he can read my mind, he lets out a low, rumbling growl, and my knees grow weak. The warmth in my core blossoms into a burning heat, pulsing between my legs. It’s like a spark of life in parts of my body I didn’t know existed until now.
