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fifteen minutes later and opened the limo door, Kerry had composed herself . . . somewhat.
    “We’re here,” he said unnecessarily, watching her.
    Avoiding his searching gaze, Kerry stared past him, toward the cottage lounging in isolation on the serene shore of the Gulf of Mexico. Not a soul dotted the private, white sand beach. The small dwelling of pale peach stucco glimmered in twilight’s glow, mirrored by the turquoise sea. Any other time, Kerry would have been thrilled to stay for an undetermined number of glorious sun-filled days in a place of such charm and seclusion. But now . . .
    The memory of Rafe Dawson’s hot mouth lingered on her swollen, tingling lips and tight nipples. Despite folding herhands in her lap, they trembled with the sharp edge of arousal. Dwelling on the minuscule panties clinging wetly to the sensitive flesh between her legs only accelerated the speed of the memories assaulting her brain.
    What on earth had she done with Rafe Dawson?
    She’d said yes . To a virtual stranger. To a man she now had to spend her days—and nights—completely alone with. The man she had already annoyed, abducted, drugged . . . now had to be persuaded to help her free her brother.
    Talk about impossible tasks. Screw positive energy. What she needed was a miracle. Kerry closed her eyes.
    “You okay?” Jason said.
    She answered with a jerky nod. “So this is infamous Uncle Dave’s Love Shack?”
    “The one and only.”
    Great. She looked forward to seeing all of Dominating Dave’s bondage equipment—about as much as she looked forward to dealing with her captive when he regained consciousness.
    Why had she said yes to Dawson? Instead of “No” or “Stop” or “Where in the hell do you think you’re putting that mouth?” She’d been seduced by the rush of sensations and bright emotions so new, so alluring, she’d wanted them to go on just a moment more.
    “Kerry, are you okay? You look pale. He didn’t hurt you—”
    “No,” she promised, avoiding his frown of concern as she stepped from the car.
    “Or force you?”
    Force? She’d all but volunteered to strip for the jerk with bad phone etiquette. “No, I’m all right.”
    Rafe’s kisses, as addicting as her favorite Mexican food, coaxed, drawing her out with the hot demands of his mouth, the long-fingered genius of his hands . . . all while he’d been under the influence of an illegal drug. What if he’d been stone sober and actually trying?
    Thirty minutes alone with the man had been overpowering. How would she survive an entire day? Or night? Without climbing on top of him and begging?
    Jason’s blue eyes darkened with worry. “Then what, sweetheart? He unnerved you.”
    Damn, she was too easy to read. She had to gather herself and stop focusing on the fact that one kiss from Rafael Dawson had overwhelmed her senses. She was a big girl now, and lack of sexual experience or not, she was going to have to make this plan work.
    “Nothing I can’t handle. Really, don’t worry.”
    Liar, liar, pants on fire — in more ways than one, said a voice in the back of her head.
    “I’m sorry.” He took her hand. “I should have interrupted or something. I didn’t think he could do much damage in so little time.”
    Well, Rafe had wrenched a yes out of her. And in that moment, shockingly, Kerry had meant that yes with every beat of her pounding heart.
    Should she be embarrassed? Horrified? Or jubilant that she’d finally found a man who not only flipped her switch, but ignited every red-blooded cell in her body? None of the above, she reminded herself sternly. Dawson was here to help Mark, not distract her by lighting her up like a Fourth of July celebration with his sure hands and velvet voice.
    “It’s all good, I swear,” she said finally, pasting on a plastic smile. She judiciously avoided looking at Rafe passed out cold behind her.
    Jason had no such qualms and leaned in to look at their victim. “He can’t disturb