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Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You're not going to get me to say the words. So, forget that."

"In that case…" He grinned when she screamed as he hoisted her up onto his shoulder.

"Put me down, you baboon!" She thumped her fists on his back, but it did nothing to deter him.

"As soon as we get to the bedroom," he promised as he marched effortlessly up the steps.

"If you think I'm having sex with you, then you can just forget it."

"Not think. Know."

His smug tone had her screaming in frustration.

Chapter 11

He dumped her on the bed and used his body to trap her there. She fought him; he had expected nothing less.

When she stopped bucking him and started using her hands, he simply captured them and manacled her wrists above her head.

If her eyes were a weapon, he figured he would be dead by now.

"Let me up, Craig. Or so help me God-" The rest was muffled by his mouth.

She tried to clamp her lips closed, but he used his teeth to bite her lower lip and had them parting. Using that, he sneaked his tongue in and just avoided getting it bitten in two by capturing her tongue between his teeth.

He used strategy and expertise. Sucking the tongue inside his mouth, he watched her eyes glaze over and felt her body going limp.

He continued to suck on it, slowly drawing it inside his mouth, taking his time, savoring, tasting, until he felt her trembling. Only then did he let up and allowed her to participate.

He deepened the kiss and released her hands, figuring that she was past the point where she wanted to maim him.

Her hands dropped lifelessly onto his shoulders, her body writhing beneath his.

She could say all she wanted that she didn't love him, make all the excuses in the world, but her body didn't lie. He knew she was honor bound to deny her feelings; she had a right to be bitter and angry about what had happened to her.

But what he wasn't going to do, what he refused to tolerate, was her brushing him off.

That's not going to happen. And if he had to use seduction to up the game, then by God, that's exactly what he was going to do.

All was fair in bloody love and war, he thought as he took the kiss to another level. He was going to have her crying out his name, his name only.

When he was through, she was going to sob like a baby. He was pulling out all the stops, going all the way.

He was going to play her like a virtuous. And he knew how.

Ending the kiss, he tackled her forehead and then her lobe, tugging it into his mouth and nibbling. Her hands were clenched on his shoulders and then his back.

Her breathing had accelerated; he could hear her panting through her lips.

He zeroed in on her wildly beating pulse and then simply ravaged the hollow of her throat. He spent time there, licking, using his teeth to scrape the skin, and then soothing with his tongue.

He could feel the rigid hardness of her nipples. His own blood was pounding inside his body, his loins impossibly rigid.

Ignoring his own enormous need, he trailed his lips down, kissing the tops of her breasts, before grazing her nipples. He played around there, gently teasing, teasing, teasing, until she was whimpering.

When he closed his mouth over the nipple, tugging it between his teeth, she bucked and grabbed at his hair, calling out his name.