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“Why did you ask the question then.”
Rio looked away. Looked back. And then couldn’t stop herself from falling into a fantasy. “You could leave this life, you know. You don’t have to be here. I mean, you could . . . you could just go out that back door and never return. People disappear all the time. My father did it. You could do the same.”
“It’s not that simple,” he said in a hollow voice.
Shit, was she actively encouraging him to become a fugitive from the law?
She gathered his hands in her own. “Listen, you could escape all this, and just—I don’t know—you could even go to the police. You could tell them all you know in exchange for immunity and a witness protection program—”
“Why are you trying to get me out when you need me to make a deal with you?”
Rio blinked and realized she might have just given herself away. “Because I’d rather do business with someone I can be objective around. And that’s next to impossible with you.”
His smile was slow. Sexy. “Are you saying you feel the same way I do?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Rio took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do.” When Luke leaned into her, his cologne—that damned cologne, that he maintained was not cologne—got into her nose . . . and went right to her blood. “And I think you want exactly what I do right now.”
Rio’s face was so close to his that all Lucan would have to do to kiss her was tilt in a little farther—and he knew if they got started with that shit, it wasn’t going to stop there. Her scent had changed, the arousal she was feeling rising to match his own.
And fucking hell, he wanted her.
“Are we going to do this?” she whispered.
“Yeah, we are.”
There was no hesitation on her side when he closed the distance between their mouths, and as he pressed his lips to hers, he had to hold back—or her clothes were going to be ripped beyond repair. As it was, he was already easing her back on the bed, moving over her, pinning her with his weight—
Goddamn, she was gripping his bare back with her hands, digging her fingers into his skin—and he wished she had longer nails so she could scratch him properly, draw blood, make him moan from the combination of pleasure and pain. And there were other good things happening for him. As she shifted so she was under him properly, his arousal made its own way between her thighs.
Screw the nails. He wanted her hot softness more.
As he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, he rolled to the side and swept his hand along her waist, up to her ribs, around the side of her breast. With a restless surge, she twisted her torso—
And put herself right in his palm.
Through her shirt and her bra, he rubbed her nipple with his thumb—and as she moaned in response, she became like water beneath him, fluid and graceful. She was also demanding, though, and very, very hungry.
“I want to be naked,” she said urgently.
Well, didn’t that make two of them. He wanted to get her naked, too.
Lucan eased back. “Gimme one second.”
He kissed her again. Kissed her a third time. Then knew that if he was going to pull out of this, of her, for anything longer than taking his own pants off, he better do it now.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t be gone long,” she whispered.
“I won’t be. Trust me on that.”
With a leap that was worthy of a flying tackle, he launched himself at the door out into the hall. As he entered the code, he punched in the number sequence like he was jabbing the eyes of an enemy. Yanking the way open—
Mayhem stepped into his face. “What’s wrong? Has she—”
“I need some privacy.”
For a guy who tended to be pretty relaxed, even in a dog fight, Mayhem stayed stressed. “For what?”
“Really.”
The other guy blinked like he didn’t underst—“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Lucan looked down the hall. “Anything brewing?”
“Apex went down to check on Kane because mess is opening up downstairs—the coast is going to stay clear for a little longer. Like thirty minutes or so? The guards are about to change, though. You may want to hold off on your privacy shit.”
Fucking hell. “Just knock if you need to come in. And wait for a second.”
“Lucan.”
“What.”
Mayhem glanced away. “How much do you know about her?”
“Excuse me?” As the other prisoner just continued to stare off into space, Lucan went palms up, are-you-stupid. “I know she volunteered to help Kane. I know she dragged me back indoors when I was dying in the sunshine. What the hell else do I have to know about her.”
As the bonded male in him started to prowl around inside his skin, he had to cut that possessive crap quick. His wolf was a hair trigger when it came to defending territory to begin with. Throw in his sexual attraction for Rio?
