TEASER:
She shook her head. “No. I’m
staying.” Her words were brave, but her chest hurt. No way could she deal with a
serial killer all on her own. She could train every day for the rest of her
life and not end up as practiced or as deadly as Heath already was, and she
knew it. “I understand you have other cases and people after you. So leave, and
I’ll handle this myself.”
“Those are big words, baby,” he
said softly.
Her lip quivered, and she bit
down on it. “I know. I promised her, Heath. It’s all I have left to give to
her.”
He paused, understanding
crossing his expression. “Ah, sweetheart. Your sister wouldn’t want that for
you.” His voice turned velvety and soft. Soothing.
Anya nodded. “I know. But she
was my sister. We shared blood and part of a childhood. She took me
trick-or-treating when I was five, and it’s one of my best memories. Then when
I needed help as an adult, she didn’t hesitate. She came to me right away, like
family. She was the first person I really cared about in far too long, and it
hurts like hell that I got her killed.”
He breathed out, the emotion in
his eyes deepening.
She swallowed. “I have to do
this for her. Either you understand that or you don’t.”
“Why don’t you just let us
handle it?”
She pressed her point. “I could,
but you need me. I’m the bait.” Inwardly, she winced at the description. That
wouldn’t help her to convince him. “Also, here’s the deal. This could be a long
op. At some point, you have to leave and deal with whatever is haunting you
from your past. When you do, I’ll just challenge him again, and next time you
won’t be around to assist.”
“That’s extortion,” Heath said,
amusement curving his lip.
She grinned. “Apparently I’m
getting quite good at it.”
Heath shook his head. “You’re
putting me in an untenable position, baby.”
“No, I’m not.” She shrugged out
of his hold. Finally. “I’m not yours to protect, Heath. We’re not together, and
we’re not responsible for each other.” The words sliced through her even as she
said them. “You’ve been more than clear on that score.”
“There’s something here, Anya.
Maybe something real and lasting, if I get everything done I need to do.”
She blinked. “What’s that?”
“The less you know the better.
Believe me.”
“What a bunch of bullshit. Go
back to your ‘This is fake’ proclamation,” she all but yelled. “Your position
is one of work . . . and this is just work.”
His chin lifted. “You think this
is just work?” The tone—low and filled with tension—zinged through her body.
Her legs trembled with the urge
to take a step back. “Yes.”
“Want me to prove otherwise?”
His eyes darkened to the color of the sky right before midnight hit.
As a threat, as a warning, it was
damn good. But she’d gone too far to give in now. “You can’t.” Yeah, she’d just
waved a red flag in front of a bull.
He didn’t move a muscle. His
focus on her was so absolute, she wanted to squirm. “You’re into challenging
dangerous men these days, aren’t you?”
She kept her stance. “You’re not
all that dangerous, Heath.”
His smile stole her breath. Then
he moved. Faster than she could track, he had her by the armpits and up in the
air as he carried her toward the bedroom with such speed that her legs automatically
wound around to clasp his rib cage. By the time she sucked in air to protest,
her butt was on the bed, and he was flattening himself over her.
She struggled, her body on fire,
fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
His mouth crushed hers, and she
stilled.
Heat.
Fire.
True danger.
He held nothing back, kissing
her hard, pressing her head into the comforter. His tongue worked hers, his
powerful body plastered against hers, and his hands dug into her hair to hold
her in place. Desire spun so quickly into need she couldn’t breathe, even when
he wasn’t controlling her mouth.
She shifted against him, closing
her eyes to kiss him back. This was what she’d wanted. All of this.
He nipped her lip, soothing the
slight pain with another kiss. Then he traced along her jawline, kissing and
nipping, finally reaching her earlobe, where he bit.
She arched against him, letting
out a soft sigh.
“Anya.” His fingers tangled in
her hair, and erotic pain tingled down her scalp. One of his strong arms slid
around her waist and then down. His palm spread across her butt, and he ground
her against his hard cock.
Pleasure swamped her, and mini
explosions flew through her sex. The idea passed, somewhat fleetingly, that he
wasn’t playing. Not at all.
Yet she couldn’t stop herself.
Her knees widened, and she rubbed against him. “This feels real,” she
whispered.
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