Free Seduced by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche Page B

been using in lieu of a suitcase. This was our last night out, and we would start making our way back to his mountain home the next day. The day after that, he would leave me, and I would return to my crappy, jobless life and try to be patient for the month he would be gone.
    He unbuttoned the top of his black flannel shirt. I stared at the bit of hard male chest and wished he would undo a few more. He didn’t.
    “So if I tie you up, you won’t panic?” he asked.
    “You? No. But we’ve been playing with that.” I frowned and tried to look calm, as if this were a purely hypothetical conversation, but I couldn’t be sure it was. “Is this about tying me to the bed and… you know.”
    One of his dark eyebrows hitched up. His dark hair had fallen in a messy swoop across his forehead, blown there by the wind during our post-dinner stroll. His face was still slightly reddened, windburned, giving him a roughened aspect. I imagined mine was as well. I didn’t care. I appreciated every minute I spent with Corbin, no matter how wrecked I looked.
    “I want to hear you say it,” he said. His deep voice was halfway between a tease and a rumble, and it was completely sexy. The attentiveness in his gaze told me he wasn’t about to let this go. Well, it was better to talk dirty than to discuss my panic attacks, though I didn’t want to do either.
    I exhaled, not hiding my exasperation. Corbin’s electric blue-green eyes narrowed slightly.  
    “You want to tie me to the bed and fuck me a lot and make me all messy with your man juice,” I said in an embarrassed and annoyed rush.
    “Tie you to the bed and fuck you until your gorgeous pussy is swollen and reddened from my pounding. Come in you over and over until every breath you take makes you drip my come,” he said. He leaned up against a wall, those bulging arms of his crossed over his chest. “Might as well be specific,” he said without even a hint of a smile.
    I didn’t need to reply. My head-to-toe blush had already said too much, and my body was saying something, too, and quite loudly; I mirrored Corbin’s pose, except that while he seemed relaxed, I suspected I came off as defensive and scared. “You have a filthy mouth, Corbin Lagos,” I said.
    Dirty and sexy and way too hot. My attention drifted to his cheeks and jaw. He hadn’t bothered to shave since the morning before. Sure, it made his kisses burn in a more literal way, but it was worth it. It made him look a bit wild, a bit dangerous.  
    Hell, he always looked dangerous. But with all that stubble, he was lethal.  
    “Why are you staring at me?” I asked. Because he was, and it was making me very uncomfortable.
    His gaze wandered slowly back up my body. “You’re beautiful,” he said. Like it was obvious. “What do you think would happen if I had you tied up for two hours? Would you panic?”
    I shook my head. “No.”
    “If the lights were out?”
    I hesitated, thinking about it. Unfortunately, just the thought of being restrained in full darkness was enough to make my lower lip tremble. Corbin saw it—no way he missed it. Not him. But he waited for me to answer.
    “Would you leave me alone?” My chest had gotten tight. “I wouldn’t think it’s sexy,” I said. “Please don’t do that.”
    His lips dipped in a momentary frown. “I won’t. Just trying to get an idea of what the trigger actually is.”
    “Loss of control, partially,” I said.  
    His answering smile was confident—and a little wicked. “It’s not loss of control, baby.”
    I turned partially away because just his voice saying those words was giving me dirty thoughts, making me warm and wet. “Well, it sounds like you have a theory,” I said, my words a bit more caustic than I had intended.
    He crossed the room to wrap me close to him, and I relaxed fully into his embrace with a sigh.
    “Try to get away,” he said.
    “What?”
    He squeezed me tighter. If the intent was to make me feel trapped in a bad way,