Free Predator by Vonna Harper

that’s all you need to do, but what happens once I’m free?”
    His slow blink robbed her of his incredible eyes. “Maybe I’ll keep you with me forever.”
    “No, you won’t. But look at what exists between us.” Despite the hunger gnawing at her inner thighs, she refused to be distracted. “I’m naked.” A shrug served to dismiss the bra and shirt bunched around her restrained arms. “Unable to touch you while you can do whatever you want to me.”
    “If I was doing what I truly want, you’d be under me.”
    Under me. Spread for me. Oh God! “Then do it. Turn into a cougar and drive me to the ground. Spread my legs and fuck me.” An image of a hard and raw sex act dried her throat and soaked her pussy. “I sure as hell can’t stop you.” Glaring at him, she turned so he could see her roped hands. “You’ve told me some nonsense about needing me to help confront those who are endangering this mountain, but that’s not it.”
    “It isn’t?”
    “No! That’s your excuse for doing what you have. You’ve been out here so long that you’ve more than become antisocial. You’ve turned into an animal. And now you’re trying to do the same to me.”
    Something washed over his features, dark layers of emotion she couldn’t penetrate. She wasn’t afraid of him so much as overwhelmed. When he stood, the size difference slammed into her along with the inescapable proof of his greater bulk and strength. Just the same, her body had only one reaction: she wanted him. Needed him. As for her mind—
    His every step was slow and steady as if telegraphing his intentions as he destroyed the distance between them. With each one, she became heat and energy. When no space remained between them, he took hold of her arms and turned her from him. Standing with her back to him and his fingers possessive on her flesh, she knew nothing on earth, except she couldn’t walk away from this man.
    Sure fingers made quick work of the knots. The resultant renewed blood flow caused her hands to heat and burn. Not that it mattered. Turning back around, she let her useless top and bra slide to the ground. He was staring at her, intensity again darkening his eyes and infusing her body with another wave of desire. Despite her still-numb fingertips, she reached for his shirt buttons. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, and in seconds she flattened her palms against his mountain-man chest. He was so damnably tall, so strong, so warm and alive!
    And without her, so alone.
    Don’t think that, don’t!
    Not taking her gaze off his, she finished the unbuttoning, tugged his shirt out of the waistband, and pulled it off him so she could deposit it on top of her clothing. Her nails took care of his jeans’ snap; the zipper came next. By then, he’d fisted his hands in her hair.
    “It’s my turn,” she told him. “You’ve had more than enough time to do whatever it was you believed you had to do to me. You succeeded. I want you to know that.” How, I don’t know .
    Dropping to her knees before him, she clutched his waistband and pulled his jeans and briefs off his hips and down. There! In all its dark, hard glory, his cock!
    Mouth dry again, she sank onto her haunches and stared at what she’d wanted to see and touch and feel inside her since the moment she’d known he existed. “Incredible,” she muttered, her mouth close to his belly so her breath could warm and dampen him there. “Beautiful.”
    “You—I’ve never—”
    “Never heard a woman say that about your cock?” Taking courage—or was it need—in hand, she brushed the sleek head with her lips. “It’s the truth.”
    She’d kept her fingers on his clothing which made it easy for her to drag them all the way to his ankles where his hiking boots stopped them. The act rendered his legs as useless as hers had been, but that wasn’t why she’d stripped him. Bottom line, she needed his body.
    I’ve become an animal .
    Balancing herself by gripping his hips, she