His grin faded. “I’ll go get someone else.”

Kat bit her lower lip as he gripped the door handle, turned it and swung it open a few inches.

“You could try.”

He froze.

“I mean, it might work. The seduction thing.”

The door slammed and he spun, anger on his features. “Are you trying to bait me?”

“Maybe.” Her gaze traveled down his length again. “You know you’re seriously hot.”

He advanced a step, paused. His hands fisted at his sides. “This is a dangerous game, Kat. If that is your name.”

“I told you it is. Everyone really calls me that.” She licked her lips. Darkness was the type of man she’d always fantasized about. Big, sexy, and he probably didn’t follow the rules. She slid off the edge of the table, ignoring his command for her to stay in place. She might never get another chance to be with someone like him. “I’d rather have a battle of wills than be on the receiving end of a beat-down.”

He drew closer and growled softly. She advanced, meeting him halfway. Only inches separated them. It made her aware of how much taller he was, how much bigger. She wasn’t afraid though. He’d been willing to walk out of the room rather than hit her. It made him even more appealing. A lot of muscular men she’d met were bullies. Darkness had a sense of chivalry. That was a rare trait.

“This is a mistake.” He reached out, though, and gently encircled her h*ps with his warm hands. His head lowered and she tilted hers to give him access to her neck.

“Maybe.” She hoped he’d go for her throat again. She’d liked it before when he’d sniffed at her.

She smothered a moan when he brushed a teasing kiss under her ear. His lips were soft and his tongue hot as it swiped at her skin. A shiver ran down her spine when his fangs pressed against her throat. He didn’t bite but instead lightly used them to trail a path lower to the curve of her neck.

He used his tongue and teeth to explore her throat and shoulder. It was amazing and her body responded when his chest touched hers. He was feverishly hot but it felt incredibly good. She’d been cold but he warmed her. She resisted the urge to lift her cuffed hands up and loop them around his neck.

He nipped her with his fangs. Her entire body jerked at the sudden jolt of sensation. It didn’t hurt but it had been hard enough to shock her system. He growled. Her ni**les ached where they touched him, the thin material of her bra doing nothing to lessen the vibrations that originated from his chest. His lips trailed upward to her earlobe and he stopped kissing her.

“Tell me who you really work for.”

She tried to clear her mind. He was good. She had almost forgotten she was still being interrogated via seduction. She was turned-on and he had the sexiest voice ever when he spoke in that gruff whisper.

“Bakersfield Police Department, crime lab.” She tensed, hoping it wouldn’t piss him off.

He chuckled, to her surprise. “I’m going to break you, sweetheart. It’s going to be a pleasure for both of us.”

She tried to turn to look at him but he dipped his head and started kissing her neck again. He caressed the curve of her hip and his thumb hooked beneath the band of her underwear. He pulled it down on one side and she was very aware of the material lowering, dangerously close to exposing her mound.

“No real foreplay first?” She longed to have him actually touch her there.

“I’m motivating you to tell the truth.”

His hand moved and the back of his fingers played with the skin he’d exposed. He nipped her again on the curve of her shoulder. She jerked against him and gasped. It seemed to encourage him to trail hot kisses up her neck while rubbing slow circles with his fingertips precariously close to her sex.

She clenched her teeth as a slow throbbing began in her cl*t and heat spread to her belly, causing it to ache too. Ignore it. You’re making this too easy. Her mind knew it but her body didn’t listen. In desperation, she decided to spread her palms on his chest. The handcuffs restricted her movement. He reached between them and gripped the chain, jerking them to the side so she couldn’t touch him.

“I should be able to touch you back.”

That made him lift his head and arch an eyebrow in question. “You’re the one who said I shouldn’t play by the rules. There is no ‘fair’ in this room, sweetheart.”

“That’s your plan? Only you can do the touching?”

His nostrils flared and his sexy smile curved into a smug grin. “Yes. I can smell how you respond to me.”

He’s full of shit. It made her angry and she latched on to that feeling, hoping it would help her resist him. “Bullshit.”

“You’re getting wet.”

“It takes more than a few kisses to get me that hot.”

He chuckled. “That’s a bold lie.” His fingers stilled their stroking. “Should I prove it?”

He turned his hand and inched lower, keeping it between her underwear and skin until it was the only thing that covered her pu**y. The feel of his palm was shocking but he wasn’t done. He traced the line of her slit and slid one fingertip between her pu**y lips.

She tried to buck her h*ps away from him but he released the chain and hooked his arm around her waist, jerking her body against his. He slowly moved his fingertip enough to press against her clit. She moaned at the pleasure.

“Wet,” he confirmed. “Very wet.” His fingertip applied a little pressure to her cl*t and stroked.