“It doesn’t feel like nowhere.” His palms moved downward, exploring the delicate lines of her waist and back, before he pressed his hand between their bodies again, and found her zipper, stroking lower, into the sweet V of her body. “I want you naked.”

“You always want me naked.”

“And that’s a problem why?”

“You plan to use sex as a weapon.”

He unzipped her pants. “You might find telling me your secrets comes with reward, not punishment.”

“Just because I don’t fit some mold for a woman you have set in your mind doesn’t make my life and story fake.”

He nipped her earlobe. “Sweetheart, I told you. Fool me once, but never again. I know you aren’t who you say you are.” He tugged her waistband down and eased her jeans down her body, and all but groaned at the sight of her panty-less, pretty little backside.

Blake leaned away from her to free the jeans from her feet. As he expected, Kara scrambled up the bed, twisting around to face him, her high, full breasts swaying with the action. Damn, the woman had a hot little body. And yeah, he’d had his share of hot bodies, but there was just something about Kara that set him on fire.

Blake reached in his pocket and pulled out the rubber-band cuffs he’d stuffed there, climbing onto the bed. She backed away and hit the headboard. His lips curved. The sight of her there, her creamy white skin, her dark hair draped over her bare shoulders, was pure perfection. She was exactly where he wanted her to be.

Without a moment of hesitation, Blake straddled her, pressing his free hand to her face and twining his fingers in her hair. “You know I’m going to cuff you. It’s inevitable.”

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

He was going to cuff her. It was inevitable. Kara should have known it before. Why she’d fooled herself into believing she could get the upper hand, she didn’t know. But fighting Blake wasn’t the answer. It wasn’t going to get her out of here to save that young girl Eduardo intended to turn into a sex slave of some sort. She had to succumb to him and hope he went to sleep sometime soon. It was her only hope. Drive him into that post-sex oblivion that was male slumber and pray she survived his demands for answers she couldn’t give. His hand raked over her breast, and she swallowed hard against the wonderful tingling sensation that told her she was fooling herself. She wouldn’t survive his demands. She wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe he was a good guy.

“I guess you’re afraid to let me cuff you?” she challenged.