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go to hell, yet his hungry look sent heat skimming over her body. She liked his attention.
    “And you would never lie to me,” he quietly said.
    She ignored his sarcasm. Deep inside her sex-hungry brain, his hands had slowed during the examination and wandered into areas less likely to hide a tracking device. The change told her he was rethinking his strategy. He wanted her despite his original intentions.
    His fingers dipped and traced where she’d hoped he would venture. They retraced their path, returning to her breasts to pinch the tips. She gasped again. The electrifying tweak brought a flood of moistness between her legs. His fascination in her body was appreciated by her own. She couldn’t catch her breath, and she didn’t want him to stop.
    “Obviously you’re a man who won’t take my word for it.” Unable to catch her breath, the words emerged nearly indistinguishable.
    The handcuffs rattled and began to cut into her wrists. For heaven’s sakes, they weren’t even fur lined. He needed to learn no one treated her this way, even if it did turn her on. In the end, if she lived, he would learn not to mess with her in this way. She would stake his life on that fact.
    She looked down and noticed the nice long bulge beneath his slacks. Good. She hated to believe he possessed more control over his body than she did.
    Why wasn’t he doing anything more? Tuned and ready, she wanted everything. He was pissing her off. What was he waiting for?
    “Ah, come on. No need to play around,” she said. Release one of her hands and he’d be waking up in the Chattahoochee River. “Let me go, and I promise you’ll be surprised. I can take you places you’ve never been. . . .” She fell silent.
    Stupidly she’d forgotten to arrange for a gun to be delivered to her room. For some reason she’d trusted him. See what she got for trusting a man?
    If she’d been standing, she’d stomp her foot. Not a blink or look from him to indicate one word had registered. No longer did his hands probe and test but instead heated and rubbed to bring pleasure. His eyes followed every inch he touched. He mounded and then squeezed her breasts with the right pressure. She inhaled deeply. Then panting, she groaned and arched into his touch again. Lord of Mercy, his hands felt so good. She wished she could control her reaction. The man wasn’t human; not a drop of sweat touched his forehead, while she wanted . . . no . . . needed him badly. Her fingers dug into his belt as her body moved with each stroke. She hated feeling powerless.
    He ignored her as his eyes remained on her heated body. Then he looked away for a second. When his gaze returned to her, she caught the conflict burning in their depths. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Nice to know he was human after all.
    Her own flaw of needing to be touched had brought her here. What about him? What did he really want?
    Being angry and still aching for him drove her crazy. He thrilled her, excited her with the unexpected. Yet a part of her wanted to kill him.
    He finally moved back. Seconds passed as his gaze remained on her. Like a bird caught in a cobra’s stare, she stared back.
    “Fuck it,” he said in that deep, soft voice as he yanked off his jacket, tossing it to the other bed, and then rolled up his sleeves.
    Her heartbeat picked up speed again. The sleek muscles on his arms showed how strong he was without being bulky. Just the way she liked it.
    Then she noticed where his gaze lingered, radiating enough heat to scorch her, and she forgot everything. His stare centered on the vee of her legs. In a graceful move, he stretched out at the foot of the bed, and his arms wrapped around her legs before she realized what he intended. He pushed her heels almost to her buttocks, opening her wide, and then his mouth covered her.
    Her back bowed off the mattress. His wicked tongue dove into her and licked the taut nub already throbbing for attention. His teeth scraped sensitive skin