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She turned away from him, one hand propped on her curvy hip, the other lifted. From where he stood he could see her chewing on her thumbnail, and he almost smiled. That was a “Janey” trait. It wasn’t a good sign. She was trying to hold back, anger, pain—whatever emotions Janey didn’t like to deal with.
He knew her. Sometimes he thought he knew her better than Natches did. Because there were times when he hadn’t been on assignment but had watched Janey, wherever she was, instead.
From that day on the lake, six years before, when Janey had teased when she shouldn’t have teased.
When she had awakened a hunger he hadn’t known lived inside him, though she had always brought out a possessiveness he hadn’t known he had. And he had worried about her. Worried to the extent that
several times a year he had shadowed her, watched her, kept tabs on her when he wasn’t there. Until this past year. Shit had gone to hell with the operation in Somerset, and he’d let himself get distracted. He’d pulled the tail off her to gather intel on other subjects instead. And this was what had happened.
Janey had nearly paid with her life.
She turned back to him.
“Leave. ” Her mask was back. That cool, professional, I-don’t-feel-a-fucking-thing mask. She was protecting herself and her emotions, and no one understood the need to do that more than Alex did.
Alex grimaced and nodded. “I can do that. ”
But his feet weren’t moving. He wasn’t turning and heading for the door. Because he couldn’t. Because he had waited too long, wanted for too many years. Walking away now seemed impossible.
“So why aren’t you?” Her gaze flickered again.
She wasn’t nearly as cool as she wanted him to think. Emotions seethed inside Janey; he could see them, feel them. He wanted to taste the hunger he had glimpsed in her eyes; he wanted to feel it burning him.
“I want that kiss, Janey. ”
Her green eyes seemed to darken, almost. Just a shade, maybe. And it wasn’t anger.
“What kiss?” Her breathing was heavier now, deeper. Her breasts lifted and fell, pressing against her white blouse with tempting promise. And her nipples were hard. The sight of those tight little peaks held him entranced.
“That kiss you teased me with the day I pulled you out of Nadine’s. ” He moved toward her, stepped behind her.
Alex let the scent of her wash through his senses. An essential smell of feminine warmth, of sweet heat.
The smell of a woman, mixed with the peachy scent of soap and the delicate fragrance of shampoo. The scent of her shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was.
She had cut her hair. It was straight, tamed, framing her face like black silk ribbons, instead of long and filled with the riotous curls that tempted his hands. This hair was tempting, too, though. So damned tame and restrained that it made him wonder exactly what she was trying so damned hard to hide within herself.
The pulse was throbbing at the side of her neck, almost as hard as the pulse in his dick, and the urge to taste her sweet flesh was nearly overwhelming. He wanted to lick her from head to toes. He wanted to taste her, grow drunk and wild on her.
“You kissed me. ” Her voice was weaker now. “I remember it. ”
“Do you call that a kiss, Janey?” He lowered his head. He didn’t touch her any other way. Not with his hands, or his body, just his cheek against her hair. “That wasn’t a kiss, baby. That was a tease. You owe me a real kiss. ”
She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned. Her expression wasn’t cool now; her profile was flushed, and yes, her eyes were darker.
“Why now?”
“Because the thought of it has me crazy wild, sweetheart. I want to taste you, while you’re conscious, while you know whose lips are on yours and whose tongue is in your mouth. I want that kiss, Janey. ” He let his hands settle at her thighs, then smooth to her hips. “And by God, I want it now. ”
TWO
Fuck Natches. Fuck dying. Alex had lived dangerously all his adult life; he didn’t see a reason to stop now.
Alex knew if Natches caught him fooling around with his baby sister, then death would be the least of Alex’s worries. But like an addict, like a man addicted to the scent, the taste of one woman, Alex found
himself enthralled. He found himself unable to walk away.
Fourteen years separated their ages, but nothing separated the desire he could feel burning between them except the clothes they were wearing.
