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No, he didn’t. He knew she was going to make it harder than hell for him to keep her away from the unit. That was the deal. She couldn’t be a part of the team as a whole; if she was, then she became a liability when it was over.
“It’s going to be that easy,” he said calmly. “We both get what we want this way. That should be enough for you.”
Her lips thinned in irritation as her arms crossed over her breasts and she glared at him from the other side of the room.
“So I’m to have no idea who’s friend or foe,” she stated tightly. “I’m to just follow your lead and be a good little girl when you need to take me out to convince the bad guys that you’re just as bad as they are?”
He stared back at her, mocking. “That would be classed in ‘only in my dreams,’ right?”
“Pretty much,” she retorted with false sweetness. “But even your fantasies couldn’t be that good, John. I think you’re smart enough that your sense of reality would intrude right into that little dream should it strike your mind.”
The sarcasm in her tone sent his blood pressure spiking into pure unadulterated lust. Damn her, she knew the buttons to push every time. She could spike his dick harder, faster, than any woman he had ever met with a simple arch of her brow and the gleam of challenge in those emerald eyes of hers.
And she knew it. He watched as her gaze flickered down his body before jerking back to his. Staring back at her knowingly, he watched the flush that mounted her cheeks and knew she was well aware of exactly what she was doing to him.
“That is not an acceptable response to an argument,” she informed him.
John grunted at that. “Since when does it have to be acceptable? And you’re changing the subject. We need to come to an understanding here and now, sweetheart. No more meetings, lunches, dinners, or conversations if you don’t invite me into your little loop.”
“Like I’m invited into yours?” She rolled her eyes. “We’re not a team until the rules go both ways, John. If you can disappear to one of your little meetings, then I guess you’re just going to have to trust me when I disappear into one of mine.”
Enough was enough. She was daring him deliberately, challenging him in an area where she knew he couldn’t back down and give her what she wanted. It wasn’t possible. He wasn’t working within an acceptable arena where the unit was concerned, and need to know meant people could die if they pushed and learned more than they needed to.
He was across the room before she could avoid him, pulling her to him, holding her to him. There were a lot of things a man could learn about a woman when he pulled her into his embrace. Especially a woman as willful as he knew Bailey could be. A woman as well trained.
She could have jerked away from him easily. She could have had him on the floor in a breath, groaning in pain. But the wide streak of femininity inside her, the arousal, the hunger he could see in her eyes pushed back the stubbornness. He could feel it in the subtle molding of her body against his, the way her hips melted against him, the way her lips softened beneath his.
The way she went wild.
John nipped at the lips that opened hungrily against his. His tongue licked against hers, twined against it. Lust, need, something dark, something too hot, too intense twisted inside him until he felt as though the sexual intensity were burning him alive from the inside out.
It had always been this way with her. From that first kiss in Australia to this moment, the arousal flared white-hot and intense, digging into his senses and tightening his balls until he wondered if he could stand the strain.
His hold loosened as he felt her clawing at the clothes he wore. She pulled at the shirt, jerking it up along his back until he pulled away, intending to unbutton it and shrug it from his shoulders.
She didn’t give him time to unbutton. Running her hands to his chest, she gripped the edge of the material and jerked. Buttons scattered across the floor as his chest was revealed. The cool air of the room didn’t have a chance against his heated flesh.
Dominance rose inside him, tightening his muscles and sending a surge of adrenaline tearing through his body. He jerked her back to him, because he had to feel her close to him. He needed more of her.
Gripping the hem of her shirt, he pulled back enough to rip it from her as she lifted her arms with sensuous grace, wrapping them around his neck and tugging him back to her for another of those heated, hungry kisses.
Damn her, she made him ready to howl with lust. It grew inside him with every stroke of his hands along her body, overtook him with each article of clothing that he nearly tore from her flesh.
Minutes later she was naked against him, her breasts branding into the naked flesh of his chest as he bore her to the bed. Nothing mattered but Bailey. Nothing mattered but touching her, tasting her.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips opened to his. But it wasn’t submission she gave him. It wasn’t supplication. It was a woman demanding the man she needed, the man she loved. A woman who had lost too much far too long ago.
Standing on her tiptoes, for one precious second she commanded the kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue stroked over his, dueled for domination until with a harsh groan he took control. One hand threaded through her head, cupped the back of her skull, and held her still beneath his kiss. The other gripped her hip, held her in place, and guided the kiss.
For a moment.
Bailey wanted to laugh in joy as she felt his surprise when she nipped at his lips, stroked over them with her tongue, and refused to be dominated. Her fingers tugged at his hair as her nipples raked over his chest.
It was a passion unlike anything she had ever known, even with Trent that first night, so very long ago. It was a lust, an overwhelming hunger that she couldn’t fight. With each taste of him, with each touch of his callused hands she needed more, she ached for more until she could barely breathe for the ferocity of it.
Shudders of pleasure were racing beneath her flesh as his free hand began to caress her, moving up her back, over her waist, and up her side to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over an engorged nipple.
Bailey wasn’t to be outdone. Her hands lowered from his hair. She wasn’t doing very well at holding him to her anyway. He was doing as he pleased, sipping and nibbling at her lips, destroying her control with each deep, tongue-thrusting kiss.
