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provocation. He had stood silent, arms akimbo, and no expression on his face under the beard.
    Then he looked me straight in the eyes. I almost choked on my own breath when he let me see the blazing intent in his face. His dark glance swept over me, as if appraising where to get started to make me pay for my comments.
    ‘Oh, have mercy! I’m so in trouble!’
    I knew he had decided where to start when his attention fixed on the vee of my clamped together thighs and he smiled broadly. It was a nasty smile. My heckling hadn’t made him lose control or deflated his intent, but had the direct opposite effect.
    Almost biting my tongue off in order to keep quiet and not challenge the situation any more, I unthinkingly twisted my body to get away from his blazing eyes.
    That was stupid.
    My predator’s short laughter was as nasty as his smile. My move gave him an eyeful of my entire bare-assed backside. I couldn’t do anything about that right now, but I vowed fervently I’d never go to bed without undies, or my gun, again.
    Simultaneously with these thoughts, I desperately flung myself off the bars towards the opposite side of the wide bed and away from him. I kept rolling, but I felt my ankle snagged. Caught in his grip, I kicked wildly as he dragged me back parallel to the edge of the bed where he was standing. Swiftly, he pulled down his unbuttoned jeans and kicked them away.
    ‘Oh, HELL no!’
    I screamed and scooted away backwards as fast as I could go, practically crabbing it on all fours. I shouted again when he stretched over me and gripped my shoulders. His strong hands snapped both the fragile spaghetti straps of my nightgown. In one swoop, he tore it down and off of me like he was a magician whipping a tablecloth off from under a feast-laden dining table. It was done so efficiently, I didn’t have time to even flinch.
    I clambered up to my knees, frantically trying to cover myself. I swore hotly in his face, “You…you ASS, you are so going to pay for that!”
    With that incredibly lame threat hanging in the air, I dove again towards the other side of the bed. My attacker gave a battle cry and dove onto the bed after me. When he landed, the bedsprings wailed. The end of the bed screeched crookedly sideways and scraped about a foot across the hardwood floor.
    I was bouncing over the mattress and crawling on all fours to get away. I shrieked when I felt him grip my naked hips The force of his hands collapsed me face first into my comforter with a gasping “Oomph!”
    My enraged curses were muffled, but his answering war whoops of victory reverberated loudly in the silent room. He squeezed my ass with both his hands before flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. I was lying across the width of the bed. My assailant was beside me, sitting back on his calves and waiting.
    He was a naked devil grinning maniacally down at me.
    I tried to move my feet on the slippery comforter under me. I wanted off this bed. It was an irrational goal. Even if I could get past him, the floor offered no better refuge. I was way past making sensible choices and reacting on instinct. My wildly bicycling feet kept sliding out in front of me.
    I screamed in frustration when I saw him watching my sorry performance to get away with an unholy leer. I was a nude woman going nowhere fast and bouncing all over the place. I swung to slap the look off his face, but he caught my arm. Then he pounced. I was completely enveloped from head to toe with his much larger body.
    The heat, the weight, the scent, the feel of him—everything was overwhelming. I was surrounded by the man and felt like I couldn’t breathe.
    He buried his face in my neck and nipped me. I shouted breathlessly in surprise at the bite. He breathed a harsh, satisfied growl in my ear. I knew then this predator was seriously enjoying the fight of catching me.
    He reached down between us and probed between my thighs. Using his hand first to get an opening, and then using his