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him to put it on, she wanted him
inside her, and yet, she wanted to escape before she did something
foolish and trusted this man.
    His knees hit the mattress and he
crawled toward her, and she had the impression of a wild, wicked
beast in pursuit of what was his. Right then, she wanted to be his.
She wanted everything else not to matter, to just disappear. The
hunger in him washed over her, the possessiveness, and her body
responded, the slick heat of arousal glossing her thighs. His hands
came down on her knees. He kissed one and then the
other.
    “Open for me, Kara.” And his eyes
met hers and she saw what was there, the demand she give him more
than her body. The certainty she would if she wasn’t careful, if
she didn’t do something to stop where this was going. She couldn’t
afford to be weak. She couldn’t let herself give into the
temptation to trust him.
    “No,” she whispered. “I
can’t.”
    “You can.”
    She wished she could touch him,
that her hands were free. “You want too much.”
    “I want everything. I told you
that.”
    “Everything is too
much.”
    He reached for her legs, easing
them down, and pulling her beneath him. And she let him. She didn’t
have it in her to fight what she felt for him, not like this, naked
and pressed close to him. Not with his cock thick between her legs,
and him hard everywhere she was soft, right where everything else
felt wrong.
    He stroked hair from her face,
staring down at her, and she saw that raw vulnerability in him
she’d first seen in Denver, that pain he lived with, that made her
ache with him. That she somehow knew he let few people see, but he
let her. He surprised her then, reaching up and releasing one cuff
and then the next, then cupping her face. “Everything is definitely not too
much.”
    The way he said those words reached
inside her and grabbed hold. She was falling for this man and
falling hard and in that moment she couldn’t seem to care why that
was so wrong. “Blake,” she whispered; a plea for some invisible
perfection only he could give her.
    His name barely left her lips when
his mouth came down on hers, his tongue stroking into her mouth,
claiming her, tasting her. She moaned and passion exploded between
them. Wicked, wonderful passion that made everything else fade.
There was something happening between them, something she couldn’t
escape. She was lost in him, lost in everything that could be, if
only they were two different people. If only things were different.
But they weren’t—and yet, they were. When they arched into each
other, kissing, touching, hungering for one another, it wasn’t
fucking. It was making love, and that’s what would make the moment
harder when it was over. The moment they lay there, bodies sweaty
and sated, wrapped in each other’s arms. Because in that moment,
she knew she still had to do what she had to do. She tried to
comfort herself by telling herself he’d do the same to her, that he
was probably planning to do just that. It didn’t make it any easier
though to face the facts.
    She’d made love to him and now she
had to fuck him over.
    ***
    Blake’s eyes snapped open from
where he laid on the bed, on his stomach, playing as if he were
asleep. The mattress had shifted and he could hear Kara dressing.
He’d rolled off of her not long after they’d…fucked. Or whatever
that had been. He refused to let it be more when she was clearly
not done lying to him. What a damn fool he’d been to think he could
break through her walls and get her to trust him. To hope she
wasn’t trouble, but someone in trouble. Hell, he still wanted to
believe that and he dreaded what he knew was before him…the
truth.
    The sound of her tiptoeing away and
then taking the stairs ground along his nerve endings and he didn’t
even wait for the door to open and shut before he sat up and
reached for his phone to dial Kyle.
    “I tagged the truck with a tracking
device,” Kyle answered.
    “She took my