I chuckled low. “That was four miles, not a cross-country trip.”
I could almost feel the roll of those harvest eyes. “I’m no biker, Silas Mercer.”
“No?” I said it like I hadn’t felt her shaking out of time during the whole ride.
“Not a scrap of leather in my closet.”
“Well, that is a shame. Guess we’ll have to rectify that.”
Horrible plan.
What she’d been prancing around in was bad enough.
Stunner on my property doing exactly that.
I couldn’t imagine what the sight of her clad in black lace and leather would do to me.
“I’m good, thank you.” Nothing but sass, this one. “Besides, I won’t be around long enough for that.”
Right.
The thought of it should bring relief, not that antsy feeling rising up in me again.
I beat it back, changed the subject as I gritted my teeth. “Keep those legs away from the exhaust pipe. It’s hot as fuck, and believe me when I tell you that you don’t want that kind of burn.”
She nodded in understanding then swung off, that skirt hiked up so high it gave me a peep of satiny white underwear.
Fuck me.
This temptress had to be doing it on purpose.
Maybe she was the demon in this whole scenario.
Pure succubus who’d been sent to distract me from the objective.
Ending the monsters who’d hurt my sister and uncountable others.
My only goal destroying their kind.
There would be no rest until they were extinct, and I still had no idea if her brother was going to come through or end up a casualty of that.
How badly would she hate me then?
I swung off and stood on my feet. “This way.”
I gestured for her to go ahead of me.
Another terrible idea but one that was necessary.
I needed to be able to keep an eye in every direction of her.
Watching who was out ahead all while being a writhing, human shield from behind.
A virtual catastrophe since it meant those hips were sashaying back and forth, right in my line of sight.
Hypnotizing.
Fisting my hands, I inhaled a breath and forced my attention up where it belonged.
