"We need to get rid of that tape around you," he said, his voice a growl, and he looked around the kitchen.

I pointed to a drawer. "Knife."

He pulled one out and gingerly sawed through all the tape until my breasts sprang free.

The way he looked at my body coiled desire between my legs. An ache for him to take me laid me back on the table and arched my back up to him. I craved this distraction almost as much as I craved iron.

"Hurry, Mase."

His ...