Description: Amanda came awake to an awful throbbing in her head. She felt terrible. What had hap- She tensed as she remembered the unseen man. His words. Terrified, she pushed herself up, and quickly learned she was on a cold concrete floor, in a very small, dust covered room... And handcuffed to an unknown blond man. A scream wedged itself in her throat, but she held it back. Amanda took in her surroundings. There was no furniture or anything else. The only light came from a small bulb in the center of the ceiling. Okay, so she wasn't in immediate danger. Still far from comforted, she looked at the body beside her. He lay with his back to her, and he was either dead or unconscious. Hesitantly, she reached out and placed her hand against his tawny neck to check his pulse. A strong, heavy heartbeat thumped against her fingertips. Relieved he was alive, she tried to shake him. He moaned low in his throat, then slowly blinked his eyes open. With a curse, he grabbed her by the shoulders. Before she could move, he rolled over with her, pinning her against the floor beneath his body as he held her wrists above her head. Those dark, captivating eyes searched hers suspiciously. Every inch of him was pressed intimately against her and she became instantly aware of the fact that his arms weren't the only part of his body that was rock hard and solid. His hips rested dead center between her legs while his hard, taut stomach leaned against her in a way that brought a flush to her cheeks. Made her feel hot and tingly. Breathless.

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