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look so kissable. The bastard was playing with her, letting her believe
she had the upper hand, when in reality, he was probably planning to kill her.
    ‘I’m all for a little rough
foreplay,’ he said huskily, ‘but don’t you think knocking me out defeats the
purpose? Unless you’re into the seriously kinky shit ... Is that it, angel? You
like it kinky?’ His tone was pure mischief. ‘You know I could have you on your
back in a heartbeat, and I wouldn’t even break a sweat?’ he said.
    ‘Why don’t you then?’ she
challenged.
    ‘Oh I’m going nowhere,’ he
smirked. ‘I like the view from where I am. Just. Fine.’
    Her furious gaze snapped to
his, and the heat in his eyes had a flush crawling up her throat.
    'Care to tell me with whom I
have the pleasure?' he drawled, his lids hooding eyes that darkened perceptibly
the longer he stared at her.
    Ash glared back at him,
hoping to burn a hole in his ... do not think ridiculously handsome ...
face. Man breaks into her house, and she was the one being interrogated? The
guy had some nerve. ‘Who the hell are you ?’ she demanded.
    'I would be the one you just
assaulted with a deadly -’ his gaze whipped to where the weapon lay abandoned
on the floor, ‘-frying pan? God damn … Crazy girl.’ His lips pursed, and she
knew he was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
    ‘This crazy girl will happily
use it again to bludgeon that smirk off your face,’ she retorted.
    Their eyes connected and
their wills locked horns. He gave in to his amusement and laughed in her face.
    Oooohhhh ... infuriating
burglar! Ash shoved at him hard, his
laughter flexing his arms in her grip until he slipped her restraint
completely. Her hands collided with a wall of packed muscle that belonged in
mythology. Even through the fabric of his shirt, the man was clearly ripped. No
Musclemania steroid bulk, but hard, chiselled power, the kind of muscle a tiger
owned, honed by hunting and killing and ... Probably not the best thread to
follow there, girl. If he’s a killer, he isn’t going to start purring for you.
    ‘You can let me go, angel,’
he said, ‘I promise not to bite.’
    Right, like she was falling
for that. He didn’t sound like a man who kept his promises. Trouble was, Ash
was starting to really like how he fit at her hips, how his weight shifted
between her thighs and the falls of his dreads tickled her bare arms when she
struggled to stop his movements. She had to readjust her hold to keep the ... please
don’t let that be a gun ... in his pocket from digging into her flesh.
    It was bizarre. Her fear was
right up there with her anger, spitting and hissing, mentally scratching his
eyes out like a cat with its tail stepped on, but she also had the weirdest urge
to rub up on him, to pull on his shirt instead of push at his shoulders and
attempt to pin him still long enough so she could smack the fucker with her
frying pan. Again.
    He looked long and deep into
her eyes and her brain was suddenly bombarded with filthy impulses. It was like
a fantasy projector in her head, fast-forwarding to them ripping each other’s
clothes off in a panting, sweaty frenzy and going at it like candidates for the
fucking Discovery Channel . Somehow she knew, those were his thoughts.
    ‘How are you doing that?’
Cheeks burning, she glowered at him.
    ‘Doing what, exactly?’ he
replied, his lips pulling into a smug, lazy smile.
    Bastard. Ash backed off him
slowly. She had the feeling the smooth talk was an act to lull her into a sense
of false security, that she was, in fact, releasing a wild animal, of the
cornered and pissed variety. He stilled as she sat back.
    Right onto something rigid
and iron.
    She shifted her weight,
trying to reposition, and got nowhere. She was trapped, straddling his hips,
fighting to disentangle her legs from where she’d locked them to pin him, when
his moan rumbled into the air. Louder than a growl of thunder, it rolled
between her thighs and shimmied up her