The next thing Kara knew she was facing the wall, her palms against the hard surface, and Blake’s powerful legs were framing hers. His big hands skimmed up her waist, over her breasts, and his mouth settled near her ear. “Is this what you wanted? A reaction?” He unzipped her skirt. “Because you got one, baby.”

Kara swallowed against the dryness in her throat. “Yes. I wanted a reaction.” It was the truth. Knowing he wanted her, that he couldn’t resist, affected her, made her ache low in her belly.

“Why?” he demanded, sliding her skirt down her hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her in her panties and thigh-highs. “Because you thought you’d make me let down my guard again?”

“Did it work?” Kara asked, swallowing hard as his finger traced the silk strand of her thong between her now bare cheeks.

“Like I said, fool me once, baby. Never again.” His hands went to her hips, his thick erection nuzzled to her backside.

“Who exactly are you trying to convince?” she challenged, sounding breathless. “Me? Or you?”

He made a low, rough sound and then his hand reached around her and caught the top of her blouse, ripping away all the buttons. “How’s that for convincing us both?”

Kara gasped and her nipples puckered into tight knots of need. “I have to wear that out of here.” Her voice was raspy, a barely there rough whisper she didn’t even recognize as her own. God. What was this man doing to her?

“You should have undressed on your own, then.” He pulled her blouse down her shoulders, and when she expected him to remove it, he used it to hold her wrists behind her back. “I told you,” he warned, his hot breath fanning her neck near her ear, “don’t taunt the lion in his own den.”

“It’s a hotel,” she reminded him defiantly. “It’s not your den.”

“You really do like to live dangerously, don’t you?” His voice was dark, edgy, and he twisted her shirt into some sort of knot that bound her wrists, binding her and putting her fully at his mercy. She should have objected, feeling fear or panic. Instead, heat flooded her body in a rush of adrenaline and desire. She’d never been tied up by a man, never allowed one that kind of control, and this was not the man to start giving it to. But her body defied her, her skin tingling, her sex tight and aching.

“Don’t you?” he prodded.

“Did you ask a question?” Was she supposed to remember what he said when she was naked with his hands all over her?