That admission made her groan again, nipping at his lips as she felt her heart hammer. Her own hands started their own exploration, sliding over a hip and cupping his ass. How different could that afternoon had gone, she wondered. "You were the one with the rope, shame you didn't use it."

Rachel hitched her leg over his hip, chuckling a little as she pressed herself as close to him as she could. It was all downhill from her, she couldn't stop the rush if she wanted to and she didn't even want to try. Her grief was receding, buried in the haze of desire and that was good enough for her.