Southern Comfort: Compass Brothers, Book 2 by Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon

we?”
    “Walker’s Ridge.”
    “My dad’s hunting cabin? How the hell did we get here?” The cabin was over an hour away from Philly’s.
    “I drove us.”
    “Why?”
    Seth moved even closer, his hands engulfing her waist. Only the sheet separated them.
    “You know why.”
    She licked her lips.
    “You’re mine and I think it’s high time I proved that to you,” he whispered, just before his lips took hers. His kiss let her know exactly how captive she was. He forced her lips apart, his tongue rubbing against hers. She wanted to resist him, but nothing on earth could stop her from responding. She moved closer, cursing the ties binding her to the bed. If she could get free, she could fight this sexy assault.
    “Untie me,” she whispered against his lips.
    He reached up and freed her from her constraints. She started to rise, but his hands moved to her shoulders, massaging out the kinks left behind by the bondage and she moaned at the glorious feeling. She was stiff, and he was hitting all the right spots.
    He kissed her again. Before she could think better of it, she ran her hands through his hair, her breath catching when his bare chest rubbed against her naked breasts. Her nipples were tight, sensitive. This really wasn’t good. He pulled her closer and her brain kicked in.
    The asshole had kidnapped her. Snatched her right out of her own bachelorette party. Oh hell no. She shoved him away and sat up, pulling the sheets to cover herself.
    “How dare you,” she yelled.
    Seth rolled over onto his back and gave her a rueful grin. “That didn’t take long.”
    She bent down and untied her feet. “Take me home.”
    “No.”
    Her temper snapped. “When my father realizes I’m missing, he’ll hunt you down like the lowdown skunk you are and shoot you.”
    “Thomas knows we’re here.”
    His words took her aback, then fired her up even hotter. “Of course, he does. The two of you probably had a real good time figuring out how you could screw up my wedding day. This won’t work, you know. You can’t keep me here forever.”
    Seth shrugged. “I’ll only keep you here long enough to make you see sense.”
    “Ha! That’s rich. You kidnapped me, Compton. There’s someone lacking sense around here, but it sure isn’t me. Where are my clothes?”
    Seth sat up, leaning against the headboard. She tried to ignore the slight tenting beneath his boxers.
    She glanced up to find Seth grinning, and she knew she was blushing. “Wanna peek?”
    She scowled. Arrogant, cocky cowboy. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
    Now it was his turn to frown. “And just whose cock have you been looking at?”
    She shrugged, loving the zing of her lie. “I may be a virgin, Seth, but I’m hardly an innocent.”
    He moved forward, and she struggled to hold her ground. She’d returned home with her future set. She’d promised to marry Paul, to help him achieve his dream of building the cancer research facility. Giving up a year of her life to make that a reality seemed a small price to pay.
    What she hadn’t counted on was Seth. She’d spent months trying to move on. She wasn’t going to backpedal now. She needed to find some way to convince him to let her go.
    “Well,” he purred, his nose brushing against her cheek, his hot breath warming her face…and a lot of other parts of her body. “Since you’re so experienced, maybe I shouldn’t worry about taking things slow. You offered to suck my cock last night. Being a gentleman, I refused.”
    Heat rushed to her cheeks. Good God. She’d obviously put on quite a show. “If you were a gentleman, you’d stop playing this stupid game and give me my clothes.”
    He gripped her arms and before she could react, he pulled her down on the bed, covering her with his body. “I told you before. This isn’t a game.”
    He kissed her, his hands grasping her face, holding her still for his assault. The kiss was too hot, too deep. She closed her eyes, letting the