His deep, sexy laughter followed. It rippled down her spine and settled in low and hot in her belly. The man got to her way too easily. Oh yeah. She’d be cuffing him all right and enjoying every second of it. Then she’d slip out and find the blond girl before she ended up on some drug cartel main menu.

***

Blake followed Kara up the stairs to her apartment, locking the door behind him, his blood pumping hot, adrenaline pulsing through him. He wanted this woman. Damn it to hell, he wanted her in a bad way. Bad enough that it was time for answers. Time he knew who he was climbing into bed with.

He watched her hips sway as she headed up the stairs and followed in hot pursuit, anticipation burning through him, his cock already thick with arousal. Her long dark hair lay like silky strands down her back and he imagined it draped over his stomach with her mouth on his shaft, caressing him into the sweet bliss of escape. The instant she stepped onto the top level landing of the apartment, he had every intention of scooping her up and taking her to bed. He never got the chance.

As if she’d plucked his fantasy from his head, she cleared the last step with him directly behind her and whirled on him, facing him, only to immediately sink to her knees at his feet. Holy shit, leave it to this woman to turn the tables on him. Her hands went to his thighs, climbing up his legs, and his dick responded, standing at attention, and pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.

“Still want to tie me up?” she asked, stroking the thick line of his erection.

While he’d certainly not complain about this woman’s mouth on his cock, sucking him and licking him, he saw this as what it was. Her attempt to gain control. She clearly had no idea how much he enjoyed owning it himself and how certain it was that she had no chance of claiming it as her own.

Blake shackled her wrist and pulled her to her feet, hard against his body, all her soft, sexy curves fitted against him. “I’m not playing this game and losing, sweetheart. You won’t be needing your hands. Just mine.” He stroked her back, molding her closer, feeling the warmth of her seep through their clothing like liquid heat consuming them. “Comprende?”

Her chin lifted defiantly. “No comprede”.

Blake tilted his head and kissed her neck before his lips pressed to her ear and he promised, “You will when I’m done with you.” He picked her up and headed to the bed, the possessive thunder of man claiming a woman rumbling within him.

“When you’re done with me?” she challenged, clinging to him. “When I’m done with you is more like it.”