She twisted her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, but only managed to bring a predatory glint to his hard gaze. He pulled his own switchblade from his belt, opened it and touched it to the neckline of her military style T-shirt.

"Don't you dare!" she growled, pressing her body down into the bedding.

He flashed her a feral grin and yanked the blade through her shirt as easily as though it were butter. She snarled in frustration, but swallowed her angry screams, knowing ...