“Nice tits,” he said with a gravelly laugh. “I’m looking forward to seeing if the rest of you matches up.”

“Fuck off.” Lord, was he going to rape her? Well he could try but sod what any of the self-defense manuals said; she’d fight him all the way.

His grip on her wrists tightened and he somehow managed to edge a knee between her thighs so his denim clad leg brushed her pussy. “That, sweetness, will guarantee I wash your mouth out if you don’t behave. Swear words are a sign of a lack of vocabulary and imagination.”

The way her body thrummed, it might be the former but certainly not the latter. The gush of liquid that coated her skin was an indication of that. How on earth could she be turned on? Kidnap and torture books weren’t her thing, let alone it happening in real life. Why then did her nipples stand out so much and the throbbing pulse between her legs go from normal to frenzied in three seconds? She gulped as her captor stared at her boobs and the hardness became unbearable.

He laughed, bent his head and bit her nipple though her thin top.

Shiiit. Oh god oh god oh….lord that’s good. Hell, her grannie would skelp her ass for taking the Lord’s name in vain, especially over something like this.

After a swift glance at her face, he’d shaken his head. “Don’t say you’re not up for it, these don’t lie. I bet if I put my finger on your clit you’d come right now. Soak my hand and beg for more, eh?” He dipped his head once more and alternately nipped and sucked the nubs and surrounding skin, while all the time he rubbed his knee over her cunt.

Could you come just like that? She’d got a feeling she was about to find out. Kirsten sank into those erotic senses and let them take over everything. Each bite or suckle dropped her further into herself. So when he pulled back it was a shock to her system, as she was rudely brought back to the here and now. She opened her eyes and squinted as her mind refused to let her focus clearly. “Wha…”

“No coming until I say so, sweetness, and after this stunt you’ve pulled, don’t expect it to be anytime soon. You owe me.”

What? Did that moan of disappointment really come from her? What stunt? He surely didn’t think she’d got separated from Emma and lost in the fog on purpose did he? “I er…” Lord, why wouldn’t her mind work?

He chuckled and it wasn’t a nice sound. Kirsten realized fear began to overtake arsiness and she bit back the next automatic retort. Plan and plot. When I know what I’m planning and plotting against, apart from a shit hot, bloody scary bloke. And maybe not cuss? She didn’t fancy her mouth washed out and something about the guy told her he didn’t make idle threats. She wriggled experimentally to see if she any independent movement. As she thought, she didn’t.

“Ohh, poor baby, are you on the edge then?” That hot as hades caramel and chocolate voice went on. “Waiting for permission to come? Hurts, doesn’t it? Ah well, serves you right. You dragged me away from a blonde bombshell and left me with a dick hard enough to chop logs.”

She shook her head. Who was he to say such things? More to the point why was she so bloody wet she’d have to wring her thong out?

“Fu…” Kirsten remembered her thought that maybe tempering her language might work in her favor? It was worth a try. “Go away.” She did her best to move her hands and before she had time to react he’d lifted his body off her just enough to loop the hand ties over something and she couldn’t move them. Then lord help her, he’d undone her ankles, spread them, and tied them so her legs were apart. Thank heavens for jeans. Denim might chafe a sopping pussy, but it was better than having the evidence on display.

He stared at her for a long moment, and unexpectedly softly drew his finger down her cheek, over her neck and across the swell of her breasts, just above the neckline of her shirt. “Come on, play ball here, sweetness. Because there will be no coming until you tell me who you are, and what you’re doing here.”

He slapped her cheek gently. “Tell me what’s going on and I’ll fuck you five ways to Friday if that’s what you want. And let you scream. Otherwise you can stop as you are. Makes no difference to me.”

She cleared her throat. “I need a pee.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then unless you want to wet yourself you better fess up and fast.”