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asked.
    “Of course not. I just hope you live
somewhere close.”
    Whoa.
    His knees felt that reaction, going soft and
weak, as they sent a shudder through him again. Still.
    “I’m a little annoyed at you because you
actually thought I’d care. And I got news for you, Grimm Bradley.
Man. You have a killer name. Really.
Grimm. Bradley
. You
don’t want to see me annoyed.”
    Her voice had lowered and gone sensual on his
name. There wasn’t a description for the whoosh of fire that roared
through him, obliterating the earlier sensations. The dirt he stood
on was littered with pebbles. It wouldn’t be soft. Or romantic. But
he might not have the option. It was sensational. Mind-opening.
He’d run across many women over the years. Regardless of which
nightspot he visited, he wasn’t lonely for long. He’d be
approached. Accosted. Propositioned. They’d shamble over to him,
start up some double-meaning conversation, and if he failed to take
the bait, some of them got even more assertive. Aggressive.
Annoying. They were usually tipsy, too, making them even more
unpleasant. Women were trouble. Drunk women were worse trouble. How
different it was with this mate of his. Every word she said was
like blowing on an already raging flame.
    “So... speak up. You do live close...
yes?”
    He cleared his throat. “Yonder. See those
dark hills?”
    He’d have pointed, but the valley was backed
by large black hills. They couldn’t be mistaken for anything
else.
    “You live there?”
    “This side of.”
    “You got a nice big bed?”
    The instant reaction took them off the ground
several feet. She had her gaze locked with his and didn’t seem to
notice. He nodded. His voice wouldn’t work.
    “That is what you had in mind, wasn’t
it?”
    “Uh...”
    “Well, don’t just stand here, get a move on.
Or we’re about to test this ground. You got it?”
    His head spun as she put words to his
thoughts. Exactly.
    “Then prove it, Cowboy.”
    He reacted. Vividly. With primal intent.
Subconsciously. It was a reflexive action, lit off the ratcheting
of sensation within him. And it was massive. Grimm launched them
across the chasm, over the first KEEP OUT signs, leapt the “Beware
– Abandoned Mine” barricades. He didn’t even refasten the padlocks
on the two massive iron gates that blocked this entrance. He’d do
it later. If he remembered. Right now his entire focus was on
her.
    They reached the old mine shaft, dropped two
hundred feet, while wisps of her hair slid across his face,
catching in his chin stubble. She didn’t act like it was of
consequence. He didn’t think she closed her eyes the entire time.
She didn’t move them from him, either. But he didn’t check. He
didn’t dare look at her again.
    Not yet.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Deandra had never felt like this.
Disembodied. Acquiescent. Malleable. Easy. And actually requesting
that he find a bed? She should be embarrassed. Aghast. She’d never
believe herself capable of saying it if the words hadn’t come out
of her mouth. Without conscious volition and little thought. She
felt unfettered. Unrestricted. Free. And it was heady. It was also
amazing. Enthralling. She’d never tried being hypnotized, but this
might be what it felt like. Maybe.
    As quickly as he moved, it should feel
chilly, cool air caressing all about where sleeves would protect.
It didn’t. It was like she was cocooned. Enveloped. And it was
dark. Not dark and gloomy, like when the power went out. Nor was it
dark like when she shut all the blinds in her condo for the night.
This dark was like ink. Black. Pitch black. It was impossible to
see anything. Including a path. How was it possible Grimm moved so
rapidly?
    “Grimm?” Her voice didn’t sound much like
her. It didn’t portray one bit of what should be apprehension. Or
at least concern. Rather, the sound was sensual. Rapt. Throaty.
Maybe it was just saying his name. She hadn’t been mistaken. He had
a killer name.
    “Yeah?”
    Wow. He