Free Kat and Mouse by Lexxie Couper

upper-class repressed teenager I knew ten years ago.”
    “And you’ve stayed the arrogant bastard you always were. At least I’ve matured.”
    He let a sly grin play with his lips. “Yes. I can see that.”
    Her sex clamped tight around his shaft, her pale green eyes igniting with contempt. “Get off me.”
    He settled himself deeper between her thighs. “No.”
    “Get. Off. Me.”
    “No.”
    Her jaw clenched and he knew she was picturing smashing her fist against his face. Thank bloody God he’d cuffed her. “What are you doing here, Flynn?”
    He cocked an eyebrow, enjoying more than he wanted to admit the feel of her body against his. “I think that’s obvious, isn’t it? Or didn’t the earth move for you too?”
    Incredulous rage erupted in her stare and she bucked, thrashing under him in wild jerks. “God. What did I ever see in you?”
    A tightness wrapped around Flynn’s chest. “I was dangerous, remember. Forbidden. And every time you left my arms you looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary.” He stared down at her, his body coiling at the sight of her where he so desperately wanted her to always be: with him. In his arms. “Much the same way you looked a few moments ago.” He gave her nose a playful flip with his forefinger. “You’ve missed me, I think.”
    She shifted, her arms flexing as she tugged on the cuffs locking her to the bed. “I haven’t thought of you for ten years.”
    Flynn chuckled. “Liar.” Katrina’s face flooded with pink heat and he laughed. “You could never pretend with me, Kat.”
    Green eyes narrowed. “You’re right. I couldn’t. But I could always surprise you.” And, before he knew what she was doing, the sound of her cuffs releasing filled the room and she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, pulling his head down to hers until their noses almost touched. “Never cuff a cop, Flynn. It pisses us off.” Her glare turned thunderous. “Now, tell me why you disappeared, you arrogant bastard, or I’ll cuff you to this bed and leave you here.” A look of infinite confusion cut through the anger on her face. “You just vanished. Without a word.”
    A beat—heavy and painful—thumped in Flynn’s chest. Their bodies still remained locked together, the intimate connection a bitter irony considering what he was about to say. “I was dangerous, Katrina. A man barely twenty with a criminal record longer than my arm, a drug-dealing father and a mother God-knows where. My world and your world were so far removed from the other not even a Doctor of astro physics could align them. I was wanted by the cops, by more than one gang, headed for trouble--shit, I was trouble--and I didn’t want to take you with me.”
    Katrina fixed him with a level stare, her fists in his hair curling tighter. “Wasn’t that my decision to make?”
    Flynn shook his head. “You were nineteen, Kat. The most difficult decision you’d ever made was whether to take the Porsche or the Jag to the mall.”
    “That’s unfair.”
    “But true. Which is why I turned you on so much.”
    Thick silence followed the blunt statement. And then: “So, if you know all the answers, Flynn, why did I turn you on?”
    His throat clamped shut and he stared at her, unable to respond.
    She gazed up at him, warm and soft and smelling of their sex. Yet hurt all the same. “I see.”
    Anger rolled through Flynn. “No, Kat. You don’t. You showed me the life I could never have—happy, full of love and contentment. When I was with you, I let myself believe it was my life. Not the brutal life of an unwanted petty crook with no prospects.”
    The fists in his hair relaxed. A little. “And yet you still disappeared. Why?”
    Why. The question he didn’t want to answer.
    “Why, Flynn? I have to know.”
    He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing a future he always wanted. “Because you were falling in love with me,” he said, looking at her again, feeling her sex holding him like a glove. Feeling