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“Every inch?” Ellie echoed roughly.

The words rasped in her throat, which had suddenly gone rather dry. She shifted herself against him involuntarily.

Her legs were still wrapped around Adam’s waist. He hissed at her movement and set his forehead to the wall again, this time joining it with his hands.

“Princess.Please,” he rasped.

“I am really not sure that I agree with you,” Ellie countered uncertainly, still clinging to him. “This seems like a perfectly nice place to me.”

“We’re standing in a damned well.”

“Maybeyouare,” Ellie pointed out.

She was not standing on anything at all.

Adam lifted his head again and gave her a look that made her throat even dryer.

“I can’t do all the things I intend to do to you,” he declared, carefully enunciating each of the words. “Not in here.”

Ellie was very intrigued.

“What sort of things?” she demanded.

“I’ll tell you about them.Allabout them. Later.”

Later.

He almost made it sound like a threat. Ellie found that she liked that. It was a very enticing threat.

“There is only one problem with that,” she noted. “Perhaps you forgot in the heat of our recent exertions, but we are still trapped inside this hole in the ground.”

“You’ve got a point there,” Adam admitted.

He was still pinning her to the wall. He didn’t seem to want to stop. Ellie was entirely amenable to that decision, but now that he was no longer licking her collarbone, a little part of her rational brain began to reassert itself. It itched at the back of her mind as it tried to tell her something.

Perhaps the fact that she was still wrapped around Adam’s hips was inhibiting her mental processes.

Reluctantly, Ellie untangled her legs and let them slide back down through the water until her boots brushed against the ground again. She put a hand to Adam’s chest. The hand decided it wanted to glide along his hot, gorgeously contoured skin before doing what she had intended it to do—which was very gently push him back.

He moved away from her. He was watching her carefully—and then the carefulness turned to a flash of wicked amusement.

“You’re thinking,” he pointed out.

“Well, I amtryingto,” Ellie retorted.

“Want me to help?” he offered.

She shot him a glare. “I think you are having the opposite effect at the moment.”

Adam laughed at that. It was a very satisfied-sounding laugh.

Ellie stepped a little further away from him and forced herself to focus on their gloomy, damp surroundings instead of the hard, wet, damnably enticing man standing behind her.

She looked up at the mouth of the cenote where the massed clouds of the storm had grown darker.

“No help from above,” she admitted and shifted her gaze to the walls. “Too steep and slick to climb. Which leaves what?”

Adam shrugged.