Bound and Determined by Shayla Black

kidnapped the most beautiful man she’d everseen? The only one she’d ever met who could make her dang near witless without a word?
    “I want to kiss your mouth over and over. I need to taste your breasts and those beaded nipples again. I’m dying to know the feel of you, hot and tight, around me.”
    Liquid heat flooded between her legs as her belly exploded with dangerous sensation. Just sitting there, the man rattled her. But when he talked like that, he was lethal to her common sense.
    Pacing, Kerry forced herself to look away. Rafe couldn’t know how much he affected her. If she’d met him any other time and place, she’d likely run, not walk, down this avenue. But as angry as he’d been all day, his sudden about-face made her more than suspicious. Touching him was just stupid. Captor and captive—that would keep their arrangement tidy and easy. Once he’d helped her prove Mark innocent, he could go.
    Her gaze slid back to him. If she took him up on his startling, heart-stopping suggestion, their relationship would be anything but easy. But bottom line, he was her key to helping Mark.
    “At least I think that’s what I want,” he said into her silence.
    “Excuse me?” Had she heard him right?
    He shrugged, the muscles under his golden brown skin flexing deliciously. “In the limo I was drugged. What if memory doesn’t serve correctly? What if I only thought we sizzled together?”
    What he said made sense . . . in a way that made her nervous. “What are you saying?”
    “I need to know for sure before I agree to any sort of bargain.”
    “Bargain?” He was talking too fast for her hormone-charged brain. She had a feeling Rafe was scheming to pull a fast one, but he’d overheated her too much with his seductive words.
    “You want to help your brother. I want you.”
    He was direct and completely unapologetic about that fact. Kerry wondered if women today ever swooned like they did in the historical romances she sometimes read. She hoped so, because much more of that talk and there would be a full-on faint in her near future.
    “I was thinking a bargain made sense. You agree to be all mine for forty-eight hours—”
    “Yours?” Her tongue wet her suddenly dry lips at the possibilities his words inspired.
    He leaned again, until she could smell the tang of his woodsy, musky scent with visceral clarity, until all she had to do to touch him was lean forward, too.
    His dark eyes drilled her with a carnal stare. “Mine to do with as I want, anything I want. For forty-eight hours.”
    Oh my, that gave her a visual, one folks would definitely have to be over seventeen to see in a theater. Kerry flushed hot from her belly to her feet and swallowed hard. “And?”
    “I’ll look into your brother’s situation.”
    “That’s wrong. That’s extortion!” She frowned both at his suggestion and her very politically incorrect excitement.
    “That’s commerce.” He smiled, gray eyes gleaming. “I didn’t think a kidnapper would be so sensitive about morals.”
    Kerry shook her head. “It’s a bad idea.”
    “Bad as in mistaken, or bad as in naughty?”
    “Both.”
    His smile turned lascivious. When had her heart started chugging like a freight train? Why did he have to look at her as if he’d become the Big Bad Wolf and she, Little Red Riding Hood, wearing only a garter belt? For some perverse reason, despite his brazen, not-so-nice suggestion, she was oh-so-tempted.
    “So what do you say? Are you game for a little audition?” he whispered, the stark white sheet caressing then exposing the bronzed ridges of his belly.
    “Audition?”
    “Just kissing, and a little touch here or there.”
    Just? Kerry didn’t believe Rafe had anything that mild in mind. Lord, she felt faint.
    “No sex,” he clarified. “Yet.”
    She struggled for her next breath. “And this will prove that you want me?”
    He nodded. “And if I want you as bad in ten minutes as I did in the limo, I’m all for a