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“You’re still my responsibility.”
“I am not!” I shot back. “I can take care of myself.”
“You haven’t been doing a very good job of it—you’ve probably amassed any number of enemies over the years. I was just making sure you were safe.”
“You weren’t doing a very good job of it. Someone shot at me today,” I said, and his cold cynicism dropped for a minute.
“You were shot at? When? Where?”
“Ask your stooge. He scared the hunter away, said he was someone going after rabbits, but I don’t believe him any more than I believe you. Someone wants me dead, and it’s probably you!”
A thunderous look crossed his face, and he took a step toward me, then stopped himself. “It’s tempting.”
All the calm that I’d managed to drag around me short-circuited, and if he’d been near enough, I would have slapped him. The best I could do was say “fuck you” as I slammed the library door behind me, heading back up into the darkness and the shadowy nemesis that may or may not be there.
I heard the library door slam open again, and I ran, determined to lock myself in my bedroom away from everybody. My fury had overtaken my earlier panic, and if I weren’t such a coward, I would have gone straight out to the brand-new Alfa and ground its gears all the way down into town.
He was right behind me, and I knew he was no mysterious threat. He was Ian, and he was enraged, even more so when I tried to shove my bedroom door closed.
He was much stronger than I was, and the door bounced against the wall as he shoved it open. He reached for me, and I fought him, struggling as he held me tight against his body, kicking at him.
“Stop it!” he ordered, and his words only made me madder. His hand was in reach, and I bit it, hard.
“You little cat,” he said, releasing me. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Get out of my room.” I seethed with fury.
He slammed the door shut behind him, closing us into the darkness. My breath was coming in harsh, tearful gasps, and I wanted... I wanted...
I wanted him, God help me. “What do you think you are doing?” I demanded.
He didn’t say a word. He simply moved and pulled me into his arms, his mouth hard on mine.
All I had to do was say no, and he’d leave me. I knew it, knew that it would be forever. There was no future for me with this man I was obsessed with, no happy ever after. But I could have it tonight, one last time.
I was wearing a light sundress, and he tore the buttons down the front. I should have struggled, should have pushed him away, but the feel of him, so big, so strong, so warm, short-circuited my common sense. It didn’t matter that I was furious with him—I reached up and caught his face with my hands, pulling him down to my mouth.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss, a worshipful kiss—it was raw and carnal, and I couldn’t get enough of him, of his arms around me, clamping me tight to his body, of his hungry mouth, of everything I wanted in this life and couldn’t have.
He was hard, and I was wet, and more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life, as he yanked the flimsy panties off me and then hoisted me up in the air, his body pinning me against the door. Putting my arms around his neck, I held on.
The scrape of his zipper was my only warning, and then he was inside me, thrusting sure and hard and deep as my body welcomed him, my soul needed him, my heart loved him.
Sinking my head against his shoulder, I held on, needing this, needing him. Needing him inside me, filling me, pushing, thrusting.
The unfamiliar position added to the power of his possession, and without thought, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, hard, and this was no gentle coupling. His thrusts were rougher, faster, as I clung to him, the uncertainty of balance an added arousal.
I came, hard, burying my shriek against his shoulder, and he froze in my arms. And then he moved, never breaking our connection, and carried me through the darkened room to my bed, the two of us sinking down onto the mattress.
The sexual frenzy that had controlled us had shifted, changed. Bracing himself on his arms, he looked down at me as he moved, slow, deliberate thrusts that made me shiver in a carnal response. I wouldn’t have thought I could still feel so much after such a bone-shaking orgasm, but everything had changed, the hurry gone, and his kiss was slow, drugging, tender.
I could feel the desire building inside me again, and I knew I was shaking, I couldn’t stop.
His hands were on my breasts, deft, arousing, and I knew that this time, I wouldn’t survive.
I gasped, calling out his name. “I can’t...” I said in a choked voice. “It’s too much.”
“You can,” he growled in my ear, and he slid his hands beneath my butt, pulling me up so that my clit rubbed against his hard length, and this time, there was no burying the sound of my shocked scream.
