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mouth was hard and merciless, forcing her mouth apart under the
onslaught of his kiss. Crazily she noticed little details, like how soft his
golden blonde facial hair was as it brushed against her skin, the feel of his
tongue as it delved into her mouth, the male scent of him. He lay on top of
her, and she felt crushed and completely breathless. When she would have moved
her head away to escape, to breathe, to claim some sanity, she felt his hands
release her wrists, and slide into the hair on either side of her face, holding
her pinned. He kissed her roughly, wildly. Her body arched against him, and her
lips softened under his as she felt the flame of desire curl through her belly.
She raised her left leg, bending at the knee, pushing her boot heel into the
ground, pressing her hips up.
    Cole felt her melt against him in total submission,
and he groaned deep in his throat. His mouth softened on hers, his kiss
becoming gentle. He ran his right hand down her side, over her hip and bare
thigh. His hand cupped the back of her knee, and pulled her closer, molding her
tighter against him. This little wildcat, who was all
claws, was responding to him with a sweetness that heated his blood. He wanted
her. Right now, right here. He tried to tell himself he didn’t give a fuck what
she would think of him afterwards. She could think the worst of him, and it
would all be true. He was a man who took what he wanted. There was no honor in
him, he told himself as his hand moved to the buttons on her shirt. Why should
he stop? He hadn’t been the kind of man that did the right thing for years now.
His mouth trailed down her throat, and lower as he pulled open her shirt.
    Angel’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at a
sky full of sparkling stars, and suddenly felt Cole at her breast pushing her
bra to the side, his mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked on it, and her
back arched off the ground as the sensation tore through her. His palm moved
over her exposed, smooth belly. She sucked in her breath.
    Oh, God. She wanted him, wanted this. Yes. Yes. No.
Not like this. Not on a cold desert floor. What was the matter with her? Panic,
shame, guilt, all poured over her like ice water.
    “No.” The word barely audible. She swallowed hard, and pushed against his back and shoulders with her cuffed
hands. “No, please. Stop.”
    Cole felt her hands on him. It was the feel of the
cold metal of her handcuffs at the back of his neck that jerked him to his
senses. His hand stilled on her stomach. He raised his head, and looked down at
her.
    She felt the cool night air on her nipple, wet from
his mouth. Her stomach trembled under his hand. What had she been thinking? She
didn’t know him at all, and she didn’t trust him. He was a stranger to her. And
he was dangerous. Angel was aware of her position, handcuffed, helpless. He
could do anything he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him. The thought scared her
to death. The anticipation was just as terrifying.
    Cole saw the panic take over her. Guilt washed over
him. The small shred of conscience that he still possessed stopped him.
Goddamn, what kind of animal had he become? What was he doing? He was no better
than Chuck. He pulled back, and adjusted her clothing. He took a deep breath.
The idea of hurting her cut deeper than he wanted to admit. He brushed her hair
back from her temple, looking into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I swear I never meant
for this to happen. I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant it.” He
found himself wondering why he was explaining anything to her.
    He got to his feet, and pulled her up. Then he bent
to retrieve his knife, returning it to its sheath.
    She watched him silently, trying to figure him out.
He’d backed off instantly when she’d asked. That surprised her. Shocked her,
actually. Did he really mean it when he said he wouldn’t hurt her? Was he
really just trying to help her?
    “That’s twice you got the drop on me.” He admitted
reluctantly.