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“A private group that sticks its nose in wherever it pleases,” he told her coolly. “We’re not an agency, Risa. We’re a team.”
“Perhaps I’d like to know exactly who my government has placed me in the care of,” she told him, irritation flaring inside her. “Jordan Malone was a SEAL, so were Clint and Ian. Were you?”
“Close,” he grunted. “What I was or what I am doesn’t matter in your protection.”
“Maybe it matters to me.” Maybe she needed to know who or what she was sleeping with every night.
She should have questioned it before; why she hadn’t, she wasn’t certain. She had been curious, but she’d also been overwhelmed by other things. Those other things had exploded in her face and now she was beginning to wonder if this would as well.
“I can understand that it matters to you,” he stated coolly. “Consider us a security firm. A group that goes in where other agencies can’t and gets the job done.”
“Mercenaries?” She couldn’t see him as a mercenary, though he was tough enough, hard enough.
“If you want to think ‘mercenaries,’ then fine.” He closed the laptop and gave her the full effect of his piercing gaze. “Do I seem mercenary to you?”
“You seem too arrogant and superior to me,” she informed him. “Tha
t would suit a mercenary, wouldn’t you think?”
“Met many of those, have you?” He rose slowly to his feet and moved toward her.
Risa remained still, despite the urge to retreat, to run from him. This wasn’t the Micah she had gotten to know. This Micah was harder, more determined, and he did nothing to hide the extreme sexuality that moved through him.
She didn’t know whether she should be turned on or scared to death. But her body was taking the decision out of her hands. It was burning for his touch.
“I’ve met you; wouldn’t that be enough?” Her toes curled into the carpet beneath her feet as he stopped. He was almost close enough that the broad T-shirt-covered chest was within a breath of touching the hardened tips of her breasts beneath her own shirt.
His lips quirked. “I can be very mercenary when the situation calls for it,” he assured her, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I can be so mercenary it would curl your little toes.”
Her little toes were already curled. The feel of his fingertips against her cheek as his hand drew back sent a surge of longing racing across her nerve endings. Her nipples peaked, her clit felt swollen, and the sexual hungers he had awakened with her began to pulse through her system.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” She had to force herself to remain in place, to ignore the heat flooding her system now.
His lips quirked; his black eyes watched her knowingly. “As well it shouldn’t,” he finally agreed as his fingertips trailed down her neck, creating a flood of sensation over her flesh. “It shouldn’t surprise you, Risa. Just as it shouldn’t surprise you to know that you can try to run all you want, but I’m going to end up fucking you again.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Not even on a bet.” But she was breathless, almost panting for the feel of him moving inside her again. She could feel the heat flooding her body, dampening her panties.
The quirk of his lips became a full-fledged grin. “You enjoy lying to yourself?”
“Do you enjoy lying to everyone else?” she shot back.
The grin eased away from his face. His expression darkened, became harder, colder. “When I need to.” He finally shrugged, but his fingertips were moving down her arm, gently, erotically. “Have no doubt, Risa, I have no problem lying when I need to.”
And that put her firmly in her place. He wasn’t above lying to her to catch Orion, but how far would the lies go? Her courage seemed to desert her at the prospect of asking that question, because she was afraid he would answer it. And he’d already proved he would lie to her. With his tender touches, his drugging kisses, and his too-experienced body.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” he asked then, his voice lowering, becoming raspy as it stroked over her senses. “I want to push you against that wall behind you and pound into you while you’re screaming my name. I want to feel your tight pussy convulsing around my cock and hear you screaming my name. And when we’re done there, I’ll slide you to the floor and take you again. You’re within minutes of being fucked, baby. I’d move if I were you.”
She couldn’t move. She stared back at him, almost mesmerized by the black glow of lust that filled his eyes now.
His fingers moved from her arm to her thigh. His palm flattened, his hand angled and began to slide across her jeans-covered thigh, moving to the inside of it.
Her pussy pulsed and hummed. She could feel the flesh there swelling, preparing for his touch.
He was within an inch of the humid flesh when his cell phone rang, causing Risa to jerk in surprise as Micah’s jaw clenched.
The tips of his fingers were so close. The needs racing through her were so hot.
“Saved by the phone,” he murmured, moving his hand to pull the cell phone from the small holster on his belt. “Go ahead and run, Risa; we can finish this later.”
