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Control went flying out the damned window as he faced the defiance pouring from her. What the hell was it about this one tiny woman that made him fucking insane?
"Since you became my lover?" The question sounded torn from her. Mikayla was ready to strangle on the anger pouring through her now if the fire in her eyes was any indication. "Since when does being my lover give you the right to order me around in any way? Trust me, Nik, you have no more rights now than you had the day you walked into town."
She didn't scream at him. Mikayla didn't scream. She didn't pout. She tried really hard not to cry when she was hurt or angry. But she did nothing to hide the pure disgust she felt at his autocratic decision that she simply wasn't going with him. She could get him in to meet Martin Kefler, and it wasn't as though she weren't already associated with him in a slight way. There was no additional danger in her being with Nik.
"You don't want to understand this." His voice tightened, a sure sign that he was becoming furious himself, and she really didn't give a damn.
"It seems to me, I'm in more danger away from you, but you go right ahead and go meet Kefler by yourself. Maybe we'll get lucky and the next time someone tries to shoot at me they'll miss then, too."
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His eyes were pure white-hot blue flames. Mikayla watched the transformation as though mesmerized the second it hit his eyes.
Her focus on that so visible fury distracted her, giving her less time to react when he stepped across the room and jerked her to him.
"Do you think I wouldn't leave you protected?"
"Babysat," she charged back at him, her head lifting, her gaze staying locked on his. "You would have me babysat rather than having me with you. Thanks, Nik, for showing me how little the time we spend together means to you. I guess I truly am no more than just a ready fuck for you. Shame on me for believing differently." Shock entered his gaze, as though he couldn't believe the word "fuck" had left her mouth. Well, she knew how to use four-letter words, too; she just preferred not to. The reaction she received wasn't one she expected, though. Nik jerked her to him, pulling her body close and up until the hard proof of his erection pressed against her lower stomach. The anger churning within her suddenly morphed into arousal as she glimpsed the need suddenly flaming in his eyes.
"This is all you want, isn't it, Nik?" she whispered, wondering at the desperation she saw in his gaze now.
"There can't be anything else, damn you." Naked, furious need burned in his eyes. It wasn't just lust. It wasn't hunger. It was a need, a burning, intense desperation that made little or no sense.
Her hands slapped against his chest before gripping the edges of his shirt.
"Why?
Tell me why! I don't want your promises, Nik, I don't want a commitment you can't give, but by God I want to know why."
It was exploding inside her, her chest, her head, striking through her soul with a pain she had no idea how to control. He didn't trust her; he wouldn't open up to her. The only thing he was willing to share was his body.
It should have been enough. She had promised him it would be enough.
"I can't." The words sounded torn from him, but the hunger that filled his gaze told her otherwise. "I can't give you that."
He wouldn't give it to her. He didn't want to give it to her. All he had to give her was his body.
Her hands jerked apart, ripping open the buttons that held his shirt together to expose the hard, broad contours of his chest. The soft ping of buttons against the bare floor was little more than a knowledge of where the buttons were falling. Not that Mikayla really cared.
"Then give me what I can have," she cried painfully. "Stop taking all of you away from me, Nik."
All of him. She thought he was taking something from her. She had no idea how much he had already given her. How much he gave her each time he touched her, kissed her, possessed her.
Lowering his head, he ground his lips against hers, taking the parted curves and tasting her with his tongue. Stroking it against hers, he groaned into the kiss as he fought to pull back just a little bit, just enough to catch his breath, to hold on to his senses. There was no holding on to his senses around Mikayla, though. Hell, he could barely remember his name as her hands locked in his hair. As she held him to her, her lips nipped at his first as she fought to take control of the kiss. It was a move that sent pure 189
electric pleasure screaming across his nerve endings.
She was becoming a challenge he couldn't walk away from. Just when he thought he had a handle on her, just when he thought he could control her, she turned the tables on him.
She kept him on his toes, and that was the most dangerous thing she could do. It was the most effective way to steal her way into his heart.
It was that defiance in the face of all odds. Odds that said she was going to get her way. The challenge, the feminine determination to be a part of him, to hold him to her. To lock his soul to her own. And despite every defense he'd ever built against having a woman in his life, she was doing it.
Holding her kiss, he lifted her until her ass met the table. His fingers moved to the band of her silken slacks, released them hurriedly, then undid the zipper before stripping them and her panties from her.
The light shirt was easy to remove from her. She'd torn his shirt; he ripped hers from her back and gloried in the strangled cry of excitement that fell from her lips. This hunger raged higher, hotter, than ever before. He couldn't hold himself back; he couldn't grasp the self-control he had managed to lose his grip on because of her. She was a live fire in his arms, tempting him, drawing him into a web of such hunger and need that it ripped past his defenses, tearing through a part of his soul he'd believed was forever gone.
That part of him was raging how. It was burning out of control. It was tearing aside the veil of self-protection that was far thinner than he'd ever believed. Naked now, her neck arching back as his lips traveled down along her jaw, her neck, to the pert, hard nipples reaching for his lips.
