budge. “I’m never going to let you beat me, Donahue.”
“And to think I was worrying about how fragile you were a few hours ago,” Clancy muttered. “You’d think I would have learned by now how deadly the female of the species can be.”
“Let me go!” Lisa tugged desperately, but hisgrip was manacle hard about her wrists. “I’ll show you how deadly I can be. I’m going to murder you, Donahue.”
“So John informed me.”
“Your baby-faced hoodlum friend?” Her eyes blazed into his. “He at least had the intelligence to believe I meant it.”
“If he’d had any intelligence, he wouldn’t have left you alone. I told him to stay with you until I came back. I was afraid you’d do something stupid like this when you regained consciousness.”
“Stupid? You think trying to escape is stupid?”
“I think fighting any lost cause is stupid,” he said harshly. “And this is a lost cause, Lisa. I’m not letting you go.”
She had a vague memory of hearing him say something similar before … but it had sounded different somehow. Impatiently she dismissed the thought. It had probably been her imagination or that damn drug Donahue had given her. “I’ll get away. If not now, then later. I won’t let you do this to me.”
“Lisa …” His blue eyes gazed into her own, and she inhaled sharply as a wave of heat washed over her, drowning her anger with an entirely new emotion. She was suddenly conscious of the power of his muscled thighs as they effortlessly held her own limbs still. He was so big, so powerful; she was so weak and ineffectual by comparison. Her heart started to beat wildly again as if with fear, but it wasn’t fear she was experiencing.
No! She wouldn’t feel like this. She had heard hostages sometimes developed kinky sexual desires for their captors, but she wasn’t like that. Yet her breasts beneath the satin pajama top were moving up and down with the force of her breathing, and she saw Donahue’s eyes move compulsively to that betraying disturbance. “Don’t fight me,” he said hoarsely. She could see his own pulse drumming wildly in the hollow of his throat. “I’d never hurt you. Don’t you know that?”
“I don’t know anything about you.” Lisa closed her eyes to escape the sight of him. That was worse somehow, for now that she couldn’tsee him, she was more aware of the scents of musk and soap that emanated from him and the burning touch of his thigh through the layers of material that separated them. She opened her eyes again and met his with a fresh sense of shock. So intense. Smoky, intimate, wanting. “I don’t want to know anything about you,” she murmured.
“I think you’re lying.” His thumb on her left wrist was absently stroking the sensitive pulse point.
Lisa felt a flash of heat tingle through her. Oh, dear heaven, she doubted if he was even aware of what he was doing to her. A surge of intense desire set her trembling.
“I think you’re feeling the same thing I am. In the physical sense, at least, I think you want to know everything about me.”
“No, I—” She broke off. It was no use denying it. They weren’t children who had no knowledge of sex. She was sure the signs were unmistakable to a man of his experience. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she said fiercely. “It’sa biological reaction that’s totally irrelevant. Get off me, Donahue.”
“Soon.” His gaze traveled lingeringly over the gentle swell of her breasts. Lisa felt an immediate peaking and knew it was visible through the thin satin. She looked at his face, expecting to see triumph. Instead there was only desire and heat and a curious sense of wonder. “How lovely that is. I wish I could see just how beautiful you are.”
She felt the air leave her lungs as abruptly as the moment he’d tackled her. “No!”
Reluctantly Clancy pulled his gaze up to meet her own. “No,” he agreed. “I know I can’t do that. I just said that I wanted to. There’s