“What?”
“Shot me. Well, shotatme in bed. Only it was pillows—” She didn’t have a chance to finish for his mouth suddenly claimed hers, his lips hot and demanding as he ravaged her mouth, demanding entrance. She parted her lips as he pulled her against him, one arm across her back, pressing her already heavy, achy breasts to him while the other hand cupped a buttock and he ground what felt like a foot of steel against her hip. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking what the lower half of him wanted to do. Sara opened her lips more fully and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She felt like she was going to melt totally into the warm, wet gush between her legs.
With an effort, Lucas broke off the kiss and pushed back, his eyes gleaming preternaturally. He was breathing hard as though fighting an inner battle.
“I would never hurt you, Sara. Never.”
She realized she was panting too, as the taste of him lingered on her tongue and her core still throbbed with intense longing to feel that hard thickness inside her. But he had stepped back from her, putting distance between them.
“I believe you,” she started to say when the study door opened and Mr. Smith stepped inside with Alan Caldwell.
He had the decency to look slightly alarmed. Probably afraid that she would give something away to Mr. Smith about his raucous behavior yesterday. Well, not in front of Lucas. Not after that scintillating kiss.
“I thought you were finished here,” she said.
He gave her a small smile. “My editor wanted a few more details.”
“Yes, yes.” Mr. Smith beamed. “Always happy to oblige. Why don’t you sit down while I go get those history books that I was telling you about?”
“I think I’ll stand, if you don’t mind,” Caldwell said. “I…went horseback riding yesterday afternoon and I’m sore.” He went over to the window and looked out.
Sara raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t been interested in riding horses yesterday at lunch. He didn’t look like the cowboy type and there were no public riding stables that she knew of in the area. Strange.
Lucas was watching him too, his neck stiff and his chin lifted as though he were scenting the air, almost like a wolf. Sara shook her head. He must have addled her brains with that kiss. Wolves and werewolves. What was she thinking?
****
Baylor watched Caldwell as he stood beside the girl, Morgan, who sat on the sofa in his hotel suite. She was a hot little piece of ass. Even now, as she traced her fingertips along Caldwell’s thigh, she kept giving Baylor provocative sideways glances.
He still wasn’t sure that letting the witch know about the Hallows had been a good idea, but he understood that uniting and balancing male and female energy would create more power. And she was able to draw from the Circle of do-gooders, too. Especially the Kincaid woman’s power, and he needed that. The bitch seemed damn near invincible and she wasn’t even immortal. Morgan’s “friends” just didn’t realize how willing shewas to use their power for dark purposes. Baylor had his own plans of uniting all that energy with her later and sucking it in. He smiled, wondering if she’d like what he planned to do.
“So Ms. Kincaid is alive and well?” he said pleasantly. Caldwell had called him earlier with the news.
“Yes. Should I try talking to her again tonight?” Caldwell asked while Morgan made a sound of displeasure low in her throat.
Baylor shook his head. “You don’t seem to be too successful in persuading her to do anything,” he said and noticed that Morgan had dropped her hand. “I think perhaps I need to meet the lady myself. Do you think that can be arranged?”
“Do you want me to bring her to you?” Morgan asked as she licked her lower lip.
“No, my dear,” Baylor answered, “I don’t want her knowing you’re involved with me in any way. I want to save you for some other missions.” He thought he actually heard her purr. Well, maybe the fifty-thousand-dollar modeling contract she’d just signed helped. That was only the beginning, though, if the witch took any pleasure in the kind of sadistic games he liked to play in bed. And he had a feeling she would. He turned back to Alan.
“Hire a couple of thugs by tomorrow. Have them waiting when she gets home tomorrow night.”
Morgan frowned. “She won’t be alone.”
Baylor raised an eyebrow. “Who will be with her? Ramsey?” It was about time to teach the Templar a lesson, even if he couldn’t kill him.
She shook her head. “No. Michael. Our warlock.”
“Ah.” Baylor saw the red heat of passion fire in her aura. This was the man she was besotted with. The one he could use to bend her to his will if she didn’t serve him well. Perhaps he should give her a little incentive.
“Do you suppose you could distract him? We’d only need an hour or so.”
She smiled and curled strands of long hair around a finger and let her hand brush across her breast as she lowered it. “I think so.”
“Good,” he replied and nodded to Caldwell. “You can go. Oh, yes, one more thing. Tell the grunts not to kill the bitch. Bring her to me.”
As they turned to the door, Baylor caught Morgan’s hand. “If you wouldn’t mind keeping an old man company for a little while?”
