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She’d probably tossed it out just like she had tossed out the memory of them together.
Memories that were still foggy to him. At twenty-four, he had drunk too much, partied too damned hard, and had no sense where women were concerned. But he had been smart enough to think Crista was different. Special.
Hell, she was special, and so different from any other woman he had ever known that it was like night and day. The leading difference being the fact that Crista had never been bowled over by the famous Mackay charm.
At least, not until he was too drunk to remember what had convinced her to sleep with him in the first place.
Now, he had to deal with a hard-on that made common sense iffy at best and the knowledge that someone had been drawing Crista into this game between the agents looking for missiles and those involved in the buying and selling of those missiles.
Damn. He knew the only missing component to this case was the woman who had escaped with a million dollars in unmarked bills. He prayed she was running far and fast and was the only person aware of Crista. Not that he could get that damned lucky, but he could hope.
Unlocking the glass door that led into the houseboat, Dawg checked the security monitor as he entered the living room before setting the suitcase and box on the couch and watching as Crista stood hesitantly in the room, looking around.
“Can I put the flowers upstairs?” she asked. “There’s more sunlight there. ”
“Set them down. I’ll take them up later. ” He strode across the room to the refrigerator and the cold beer inside.
Twisting the cap off the bottle, he took a healthy drink as he stared at Crista through the dark glasses he wore. Better to hide his eyes, to hide the emotions he knew he wasn’t holding back very well.
Even Natches had watched him in concern during the meeting with the joint ATF and Homeland Security task force that had been working the investigation.
Something about Crista made him dangerously hungry. Knowing he had had her and being unable to remember anything but the dimmest events made him crazy.
“You have a choice. ” He set the beer on the counter with enough force to cause her to jump.
“Do I?” She was watching him nervously.
At least it wasn’t in fear.
He pulled the sunglasses from his nose and tossed them to the counter before turning his gaze back to her. Immediate. Her response came as fast as her gaze took in his.
He watched her breasts begin to rise and lower with her quicker breathing, watched the little points of her nipples tighten beneath her shirt and a softening in the defiant stance she had adopted.
His hand went to his belt, loosening it slowly as her eyes began to widen.
“Dawg. ” She swallowed tightly. “I’m not ready for this yet. ”
At least she hadn’t said no outright.
The belt came loose. Moving toward her, he tore the metal button open, then rasped the zipper down. Her eyes became wider, darker, and sharp little teeth bit at her lip.
“I dreamed. ” The rough sound of his own voice surprised him. “I dreamed of your mouth taking me. Sucking me into a pleasure so hot I nearly died from it. ”
Her eyes seemed to glaze; her face flushed heatedly as he pulled her to the couch. Dragging his jeans down his thighs, he sat down, removed his boots, then kicked the material free as she watched in shock.
He was desperate. So fucking hard he was dying from the hunger crawling through his system.
“Say no, and it stops,” he bit out. “Just say no. ”
“And go to jail?”
He clamped his lips shut. He had one advantage over her, and that was it. She very well might not be ready for the rest of it yet, but he had to have this, or he was going to die.
“Your choice. ”
SIX
Her choice.
