Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

made it out of the room without burying himself inside her. He’d had to know that she wasn’t packing anything else that could kill or maim him. He hadn’t taken into account her body alone was enough to do him in. And what he’d just done set back any chance he had of reconciling with her. That is if there had ever been a fucking chance to begin with.
    He took another swallow, relishing the burn of the bitter liquid down his throat. Recapping the bottle, he set it on the table. He’d need more vodka when he returned. She’d had a tracking device on her. There had to be more somewhere. He’d already shredded her snowsuit and boots. And since he’d stripped her bare, after finding her deceptive—brilliantly constructed—bra, that left her base camp.
    He opened the door from the kitchen and went outside to gather more wood. The weather had already turned blustery with the storm front moving in tonight. Cold slapped him, dropping things back down to size in a flash. He hadn’t bothered with a coat, and wood bark scraped his forearms as he gathered logs. Once back inside the cabin, he banked the fire downstairs to burn slow and even and then headed upstairs.
    A deep breath and a stern pep talk to himself not to get near the bed, he entered the room. Kate hadn’t moved, but then how could she when she was trussed up like she was? The temptation she offered almost buckled his knees. Her eyes were slumberous, the jade having deepened to granite and heated with fire. She probably wanted to kill him even more now. Luckily the quilt covered her nakedness, but her image was tattooed into his brain, and it took some prodding from him to head to the fireplace rather than join her under the covers.
    He started a fire—another fire—the one in his blood had flamed again being in the same room with her, and added more logs.
    “The room vill varm soon,” he said, standing and facing her. This woman scared the hell out of him. “Is there anything else you need?”
    There was a pause as she gave him an incredulous look. “Yeah, you could untie me.”
    Well, he’d asked. “I am leaving for a few hours. The fire vill keep you varm. Might be good to get some rest. You’ve...exerted yourself much today.”
    “Where are you going?” She frowned.
    “I need to find your campsite.”
    “It’s dark out there.”
    “ Dah , and cold too.”
    “So, you’re just going to leave me here. Tied up?”
    “ Dah .”
    “I can go with you.”
    “I don’t trust you not to kill me. You’ll stay here vhere I know you’ll be vhen I return.”
    “Sergei, you can’t leave me tied up like this.” She struggled in her bonds, and the quilt slipped, revealing a plump breast that tempted him to either stay and entertain himself with her or untie her and take her with him. Both decisions could be his last. He walked to the bed and covered her up, tucking the quilt in around her, and checking the knots.
    She wasn’t going anywhere.
    “Don’t hurt yourself vhile I’m gone. Rest.” He smoothed hair out of her eyes and turned to leave.
    “Sergei...”
    He turned at the door.
    He could see the worry in her eyes, but was it for him or herself? Most likely herself.
    “Don’t get yourself killed,” she said through clenched teeth.
    “I thought you wanted me dead?”
    “I do, but by my hand, not by some wild animal or freak of nature.”
    “You are not in the best position to still be threatening me.”
    She narrowed her eyes.
    “Tempt me to stay,” he threw out before he could bite it back. What the hell. He’d never have her thinking different about him if he didn’t bare all that he felt about her. It wasn’t like she could hate him more.
    “There is nothing at the campsite except my supplies hidden within a backpack. You’ll never find it in the dark.”
    “How about giving me the coordinates?”
    “How about I don’t?”
    His lips twitched. He loved sparring with this woman. Whether physically or verbally, she was a challenge. And he was always up for a challenge. There was another part of him standing at attention too. “Be back soon, Katja. I hope you vill think on vhat ve have done and spoken of vhile I’m avay.”
    Then he walked out the door before he was tempted to stay and forget the world in her bewitching body.
    A smile slid over his face when she hollered his name with insults about his mother and his ability to think straight. He hurried into his gear, knowing she wouldn’t do as he’d asked and