He laughed, low and husky and her sex clenched with the sound. Everything about this man made her crazy hot and out of control, clouding her mind and logic, and leaving nothing but desire and need. “I asked if you liked living dangerously. Do you like the adrenaline rush? The danger?”

“I guess it depends on how you define danger,” she managed hoarsely. He was danger, and pleasure, and all things sinfully tempting, and impossible to resist.

“I’m beginning to get the idea your definition needs work,” he accused roughly, shoving away the silk of her bra and working her nipples with short little pulls that sent ripples of sensation through Kara’s body.

She tried not to pant. She tried to act cool and in control when she was melting into a big puddle of need and desire. “Considering I came here alone with you of my own free will, I think you might be right.” The very fact that her hands were bound should set off all kinds of alarms for her, not the arousing erotic pleasure it was becoming.

His tugged her backwards, cradling her body against his hard, warm chest. “Or maybe,” he murmured, accusation lancing the otherwise gently spoken words, “you have a hidden weapon that’s giving confidence, like the drugs you used on me last time.” His teeth scraped her lobe. “That would make me very unhappy.”

A shiver raced down her spine and Kara knew Blake felt her tremble even before he challenged. “Scared? Or did I just hit a nerve?”

He was hitting all kinds of nerves. She was wet and hot and…“I’m naked and it’s cold, and where would I hide anything at this point?”

“Only one more place I can think of.” Suddenly he was on his knee at her side, tugging down her thong and all but lifting her to rid her ankles of the entanglement of clothing there. Almost instantly, his mouth was at her hip, lips teasing the curve between it and her waist. A shiver ran down her spine, her body sensitive to every touch of his hand, every movement he made.

He splayed a hand on her belly, and more anticipation swelled inside her as he lazily caressed her there, his fingers going lower each time, but still not low enough. She could barely breathe for the desire to push his hand where she wanted it, where he knew she wanted him. And when his lips pressed to her hipbone, she was so ultra sensitized that it was as if they scorched her skin, burning her like hot coal would a cold night.

“Perhaps here,” he suggested, his fingers finally sliding between her thighs, into the silky wet heat of her aroused body.