With a low growl, Blake tore his mouth from hers, intending to push away and undress, but the creamy expanse of Kara’s throat called to him, demanding attention. His lips trailed over it, downward, while his hands caressed her breasts, his mouth finally settled on her quivering belly. He believed her when she’d said Denver had felt “necessary”. She was too responsive, too completely his when he touched her, for it to be a lie. His ability to affect her drove him wild, made him even crazier with desire for her. But it was still just sex and he planned to make sure she knew it, too.

He pushed away from her, tugging his shirt over his head. She sat up, her breasts high, her nipples puckered, and kicked away her shoes, lounging in front of him, watching him with a languid quality that reminded him of a regal feline, ready to be served, pleasured. Her gaze followed his jeans and briefs to the ground, her dark lashes lowering over her chocolate-brown eyes, and lingering on the thick jut of his erection. Holy fuck, she was killing him, and the flick of her tongue over her bottom lip that made his cock jerk, told him she knew it, too. She was everything and anything but sweet, and he’d be smart to remember that.

Blake snatched a condom from his jeans before tossing them aside. She scooted to the edge of the bed and held out her hand, her legs opened just wide enough to tease him with a glimpse of what was between. “Can I?” she asked softly.

Damn, she did the “innocent temptress who wasn’t innocent at all” role to perfection. And that temptress called to his need for control, a need that had become bigger, more powerful, more demanding, every day since he’d left behind the ATF, every hour he didn’t have his revenge.

“Since you asked,” he murmured, stepping closer to her.

Her fingers closed around the package he held, her gaze lifting. “You aren't very good at asking.”

“I have my moments.”

“Just not with me.” She ripped open the condom.

“No,” he agreed. “Not with you.” But he had a soft spot for her. And soft spots were like poison kisses, easily lethal. It angered him. She angered him. If only that was all she did to him.

She reached for his cock and he grabbed the condom and pulled her off the bed and against him. “I don’t like games.”

“I wasn’t aware we were playing one.” Her gaze cut to his chest, a sign she didn’t believe the words.