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  Danny laughed, again. “Sounds good. Can I come pick you up right now?”

  “I’ll drive over. I have to work in the morning.”

  “So that means you’ll spend the night?” he asked.

  “Well, I’m not going to eat pizza, have wild sex with you, and then leave. I know that’s every man’s fantasy, but it’s not gonna happen, Danny,” she teased.

  “Nah, that’s nowhere close to my fantasy.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s your fantasy?”

  “Pizza, wild sex, and then you staying with me forever,” he replied evenly, without giving it a single thought and without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Danny,” Kat said softly. “Your sweet side is showing.”

  He cleared his throat, pulling his feet off the table and shoving them into his boots. “Yeah, well, I can’t be a macho asshole all the time, now can I?”

  “You’re never a macho asshole.”

  “We’ll be keeping that between us, though, right? I’ve got a public image to protect.”

  When Kat laughed, again, Danny smiled. He pulled on his jacket, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door.

  “Okay. I’ll be over in a little while,” she said.

  “No, you stay put. I’m coming to get you.” Danny pulled the door shut behind him and dropped down the stairs into the garage.

  “But I’ll need my car in the morning.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t want you driving this late, especially with how your leg has been.” Danny slid into the Audi and started it up. “I can drop you off in the morning.”

  “Sweet side, again.”

  He hit the garage door opener and slowly backed out. “I think you’d better get used to it, because it seems like the only damn side I have when it comes to you, Kat.” His lips curled. “Well, that and the so-fucking-horny-I can-hardly-see-straight side.”

  Kat laughed. “That’s kind of sweet in its own way, too, I guess.” She paused. “And since you’re being so sweet, I think I’m going to give you your Christmas present tonight.”

  Danny’s stomach clenched up, his suddenly sweaty hands tightening on the wheel. “What do you mean?”

  “Christmas is next week, so I’ve been doing some thinking about what I want to give you. I finally figured it out and bought it on my lunch break today.” When Danny didn’t respond, because he was too surprised and touched to, she added, “I know you’re not big on celebrating holidays, but I didn’t think you’d object to a present.” When Danny still didn’t reply, Kat asked, “Was I wrong to assume that?”

  “No, it’s just…no one’s given me a Christmas present in a very, very long time. Well, other than Nathan and Stella, anyway.” Danny cleared his throat. “I’m just really touched, that’s all. Thank you.”

  “Well, don’t thank me, yet. Let’s see what you think after I give it to you.” Kat paused, a grin in her voice. “Although, knowing you as I do, I think there is a zero point zero percent chance of you not absolutely loving it, Danny.”

  *

  The closer they came to the end of Thor 2: The Dark World and finishing up their pizza, the more nervous Kat became.

  She knew Danny wasn’t going to dislike what she’d gotten him. In fact, Kat was very sure he’d find the entire situation pretty damn perfect. But that knowledge did little to quell her apprehension, because the whole thing was just so incredibly far out of her comfort zone.

  Although nearly everything Kat had done and said to Danny over the past week had been way out of her comfort zone and that had all worked out splendidly. So she was hopeful this would, too.

  As it turned out, Danny didn’t much care about how Thor 2 ended. Or at least not enough to keep his hands to himself.

  They’d been sitting on his couch next to each other, with Danny’s feet propped up on the table and Kat’s legs flung over his lap. But Danny’s hand had just gone from resting innocently enough on her knee to slowly, stealthily creeping up her inner thigh.

  When Kat turned and met his eyes, Danny gave her a sly grin. “I’ve been trying to be good all night, Kat, but I’m not sure how much longer I can behave.” His fingertips crept between her thighs and gently pressed down on her clitoris, causing Kat’s breath to catch. His eyes dropped to her lips. “I’ve been thinking about touching you like this since you left for work this morning…” When Danny began rubbing Kat over her pants, her lips parted, her heart pounded, and her breathing increased. “Fuck that…it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

  “Oh, God…me, too, Danny,” Kat breathed out, already trying to get herself into his lap.

  Danny gently guided her leg over and grabbed her hips, settling her right where she wanted to be…right where Kat could feel how much he wanted her.

  She shoved her hands beneath his tee-shirt and found his pecs…then slowly dragged her fingernails down until she reached the waistband of his workout shorts. Kat pressed herself against his erection. “I want you so badly I can hardly stand it.”

  His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, allowing short, hard pants to escape.

  “I didn’t get anything done at work and I spent the rest of day thinking about you…” Kat reached down and caressed his erection over his shorts, eliciting a low groan. She wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed gently. “About this.”

  Danny’s mouth was on hers, his arms holding her firmly against him, before Kat could get out the rest of what she’d needed to say about his gift.

  Which was okay, because they had all night.

  Plus, Danny was an amazing kisser.

  Oh, and Kat was still feeling fairly apprehensive about said gifting.

  Their lips still fused, Danny tightened his grip on her butt and stood, lifting her with him. He headed toward the staircase.

  Kat broke away from their kiss. “Wait a sec…I’ve gotta grab something before we go up.”

  “What?”

  She smiled coyly, wiggling until Danny slowly set her on her feet. “Your present, remember?”

  Danny glanced around. “Where is it?”

  “In my purse,” Kat replied, already walking to retrieve it.

  Kat turned to grab her purse off the counter and gasped when a second later, Danny’s arms snaked around her waist from behind. He leaned in slightly, pressing her against the counter, and lowered his lips to her ear.

  Danny whispered, “I think it’s so fucking sweet that you got me a gift, Kat, and I can’t wait to see what it is.” He nuzzled the skin at her temple and licked the curve of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “But is there any way it can wait until after? ‘Cause I am about to fuck you right here, just like this…” He pressed his erection into her backside and exhaled a gruff groan. “I don’t think I can wait another second to get back inside of you.”

  Kat smiled, fingers curling around the handle of her purse. “It’ll be worth the five minute wait, trust me. Let’s go upstairs and I’ll give it to you right away.” She leaned back into him, loving the low grunt he exhaled against her ear. “Let’s go, okay?” When Danny’s grip tightened on her hips and he pulled her even harder against him, Kat’s smile faded. She reached back and grabbed the back of his thigh. “Because I don’t think I can wait much longer, either.”

  Thirty seconds later, Danny deposited Kat – and her purse – on the edge of the bed. Kat stood up and headed for the bathroom.

  His brows dropped, watching her. “Where are you going?”

  “You’ll see,” she said, shooting him a coy smile she knew would drive him wild.

  And she’d been right.

  Danny started walking toward her and Kat laughed, holding up a hand. “Uh-uh…nope.” He halted and Kat pointed to the bed. “Go get comfortable and I’ll be right back.”

  He eyed her suspiciously, making Kat laugh again. “Go, Danny.”

  She backed up toward the bathroom, purse clutched to her midsection, as Danny crossed his arms over his chest and watched.

  When he stepped
toward her, again, Kat lifted a hand and a brow. “Daniel, stay. Or no present. And you’re really, really going to like it…I promise.”

  With a grudging grunt, Danny finally dropped to the edge of the bed, arms still crossed.

  Kat grinned at him before ducking into the bathroom and shutting – and locking – the door. She pulled the printed article out of her purse, unfolded it, and laid it out on the counter.

  Kat quickly scanned it. “Shit,” she whispered, realizing she’d forgotten a very important first step.

  She unlocked the bathroom door and walked out to find Danny stretched out on the bed, fingers threaded behind his head and his ankles crossed.

  He glanced over at her. “You ready, now?”

  Kat smiled. “No, I, uh, forgot to do something.” When she didn’t move, Danny looked at her expectantly and Kat felt herself flush.

  You can do this. Just think about how much fun you guys will have if you have the chutzpah to pull it off.

  Kat cleared her throat. “I’m gonna need to borrow your handcuffs.” His brows shot up sky-high and Kat flushed, even more blood rushing into her face. She cleared her throat again. “I actually need two sets, if you have them.”

  Danny propped up on one elbow, eyes wide as he stared at her. “Uh…why?”

  “Can I just have them? Please? And then I’ll explain?”

  His eyes never leaving hers, Danny leaned over and opened a nightstand drawer. He glanced down, pushing aside his gun, and grabbed one set of handcuffs.

  Danny looked back up, eyeing her. “The other set is in the closet.” He swung his legs off the bed and walked over, grabbing another pair from a box in his closet. His expression half-curiosity, half-suspicion, Danny handed the handcuffs to Kat. “Now, what?”

  Kat held his eyes. “Now you’re going to let me cuff you to your bed,” she replied evenly.

  Danny let out a weird strangled laugh. “You think I’m gonna let you do what, now?”

  Despite her own uneasiness and borderline embarrassment, Kat held his gaze and said, “Handcuff you. To your bed.”

  “And what makes you think I’m gonna let you do that?” he asked, voice still strangled.

  Kat lifted a shoulder. “Because you love me. And trust me. And because it’s part of your Christmas present.”

  “Part of my Christmas present is letting you restrain me?” Danny laughed again and Kat could still hear that odd nervousness in his voice. “You’ve got it backwards, sweetheart. Cuffing you would be the present to me.”

  Kat shook her head and Danny’s smile slowly faded. “It’s gotta be this way, just this once, okay, Danny?” When his expression remained concerned, at best, her lips curled. “What, you don’t trust me?”

  “Of course I trust you,” Danny said, but Kat suddenly wasn’t so sure.

  In fact, this whole scenario had taken on a tone Kat hadn’t expected.

  She lifted a shoulder, the cuffs, and the corner of her mouth. “Then, let’s play a little, okay?”

  Danny eyed her for another few seconds before walking toward her. When he got within arm’s length, Danny reached out and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard and it was just as incredible as every other kiss he’d given her, but Kat felt something different in it.

  Fear.

  Uncertainty.

  And the way he was going after her was definitely meant to distract.

  Kat tried pulling away, but Danny’s hand cradling the back of her head wouldn’t allow it. She pushed at his chest and he finally relented, allowing her to pull back enough to meet his eyes.

  Kat quirked a brow. “Nice try, but it’s not gonna work.” She tilted her head toward the bed and smiled. “Now, let’s do this.”

  A whole lot of inner struggle went on behind Danny’s eyes as he held her gaze and Kat only gave herself a twenty-five percent chance of actually getting him cuffed to that bed.

  So she was beyond shocked when, after about a minute, he finally – without taking his eyes from hers – walked backwards until his legs hit the bed and sank to the edge.

  Danny pushed himself to the middle of the bed and stretched out, raising his hands above his head.

  Which set off every arousal response Kat had.

  Good God, Kat, get a grip. You haven’t even done anything to him yet and you’re already halfway to orgasm.

  Kat bit back a moan as she walked over to the bed, just the friction of her legs rubbing together creating all sorts of sparks down below.

  She climbed up on the bed, straddled Danny, and met his eyes. “You’ve never let anyone restrain you before?”

  His gaze latched onto hers, Danny shook his head.

  Of course, Danny’s reaction had already made that very, very obvious. Given the debauchery that had surely gone on in Danny’s life for the past twenty-one years, Kat was shocked things had never taken that particular turn.

  Although, Kat now suspected it had much more to do with a control issue rather than any kind of sexual oversight.

  When Kat didn’t say anything or move, Danny stretched his arms up and curled each hand around an iron bar. “Go ahead and do it.”

  “Are you sure?” Kat searched his eyes – wanting him to trust her and desperately wanting to make love to him this way – but not wanting to harm him in the process. “If it makes you that uncomfortable…”

  He shook his head slowly. “I want you to.” Danny’s rapidly rising and falling chest belied the sexy half-smile he gave her. “But, if you’re gonna do it, Kat, you better do it now. ‘Cause the way you’re grinding down on me is driving me out of my fucking mind.”

  Kat glanced down at the cuffs in her hand, then back up at Danny. Her lips curled. “Okay, then.”

  She set one pair aside and tried to open the other one, without much success.

  “Press the small lever on the side,” Danny said thickly. Kat glanced up and shivered at the intense way he was staring at her. He licked at his bottom lip, eyeing hers. “You better get whatever little charade you’ve got planned over fast, Kat…’cause I’m about to blow.”

  Kat giggled, he pressed his pelvis up, and her giggling instantly morphed into a long, low moan.

  She shook herself. “Okay, okay…” Kat pressed a lever on each cuff, causing them to spring open. With a fortifying deep breath in and out, she leaned up over him.

  “Uh, Kat…” Danny said, voice muffled. “Pressing your tits in my face isn’t helping your cause any.”

  Kat felt heat from his mouth just before Danny pulled a fully-clothed breast into his mouth and sucked.

  She gasped, gripping the headboard with both hands, as he continued sucking at her – dampening the front of her shirt.

  And her panties.

  Well, even more than they already were.

  Danny’s hands were suddenly pushing up the bottom of her tee-shirt, snapping Kat to attention.

  She pulled back, grinning, and slapped his hands away. “Bad boy.” Kat tilted her head and gave him a chastising look. “Now get those hands back up there where I can see them.” She thought of something. “Oh, pull your shirt off first.”

  He sat up enough to grab the bottom of his tee-shirt and yank it over his head. Danny tossed it onto the floor and lifted his arms again and gripped the headboard rails. “Okay, now hurry the fuck up about it, Kat, okay? Seriously. This is starting to get fucking annoying.”

  Kat laughed. “Then start cooperating.”

  A few seconds later, Kat had managed to slap a handcuff on each of Danny’s wrists and tether him to two headboard rails. She sat back on him, admiring her handiwork – and absolutely loving the sight of his big, muscular, tattooed arms cuffed above his head.

  Danny pulled on the cuffs, shaking the bed and drawing Kat’s eyes right back to his. He eyed her, brow quirked. “Now, what?”

  Kat thought back to the article. “Uh, now it’s time to get you naked.” She scooted off and to the side of him. Kat grabbed the waistband of his shorts and boxer. “Lift, please.�
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  Danny lifted, Kat tugged, and a second later, his erection was freed. She pulled the shorts and boxers the rest of the way off, tossed them on top of his tee-shirt, and took a second to appreciate the huge, hot, totally naked man she was about to ravish.

  “What are you grinning about?” he asked gruffly.

  Kat lifted a shoulder. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.”

  Danny pulled on the cuffs again, his expression rapidly nearing lethal. “You keep teasing me like that, Kat, and I’ll make you very sorry you ever started this little game.”

  Kat laughed, backing up toward the bathroom. “Oh, Danny…” She shook her head. “You poor, sweet man. The teasing hasn’t even begun, yet.”

  The alarmed look on Danny’s face only made her laugh harder.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

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  Fifteen minutes later, Danny finally heard the doorknob rattle and he glanced over. “Jesus Christ, Kat, about fucking time. What the hell…”

  She stepped out and his words trailed off.

  And his jaw dropped.

  His dick jumped and his throat constricted as his heart started battering the inside of his ribcage.

  Kat lifted her arms and gave him an adorably sexy half-smile. “You like it?”

  Danny somehow managed to make an inarticulate grunt/groan/growl in the back of his throat as he stared at her.

  Kat laughed softly. “Does that mean yes?”

  There wasn’t a single thing not to fucking love about Kat standing there, wearing nothing but some black and red lingerie, her glasses, and a smile.

  She glanced down at herself, then back up at him. “The lady at the store said it’s called a ‘babydoll nightie,’ although I highly doubt anyone could sleep in this thing. But when I said that to her, she just laughed and said you’d rip it off of me way before it was time to go to sleep.” She scrunched her face up. “Embarrassed the hell out of me, too, since she just about screamed it out to the whole store, but, whatever.”

  When Danny didn’t answer (because she’d almost shocked and aroused him half-unconscious), Kat shrugged again, her smile faltering. “It wasn’t the skimpiest thing they had, but I thought it was still sexy. And pretty.”