“I did tell you I would see you soon.” The voice was familiar and deep, and I recognized it immediately. It had been running through my head all day long in fantasies I’d tried in vain to stamp out.

As soon as I heard his voice a wave of relief washed over me, followed quickly by a confused anger. Why on earth do I trust him? Frustrated by my own apparent stupidity, I stomped down as hard as I could on the instep of the stranger’s leg. He grunted but didn’t release me, instead spinning me and pressing me up against the cold concrete wall. His body molded itself to my back, hands holding my wrists against the concrete. “You can fight,” he murmured, running his lips along the back of my ear. “I like that.”

His casual dismissal annoyed me. I threw my head back trying to hit him in the face but he ducked out of the way with a chuckle. Another attempt to stomp his feet with my pump was foiled when his leg snaked between mine, pinning them in place. The fingers around my wrist, softer than iron manacles but no less firm, set fire to my skin without giving me any room to move.

“Let me go or I’ll scream,” I said in an even voice, trying to turn my head to catch his eye. It frustrated the hell out of me that I was neither afraid nor as angry as I knew I should; the man was once again prompting the wrong feelings for the situation. I had to be brain damaged if I thought I could trust the man when I didn’t even know his name!

He ran his face along the lines of my hair, taking a deep breath and making an appreciative rumble deep in his throat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” he murmured, not acknowledging my threat. His thumbs made light circles on my wrists and my body clenched at the almost tender motion. “How quickly you responded to me, your smell, your taste.”

I swallowed, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in my belly. No, I thought desperately, I can’t be turned on by this. The sight of him looming over me however, his hard hot body pressing against my back, was making my head whirl and limbs ache to wrap around him. Dammit. “Let me go,” I said between grit teeth, trying to ignore my body’s traitorous reactions. “This is wrong, I don’t want…”