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“Meaning what?” she asked, her chin lifting a couple of beautiful inches. Damn, he loved her spunk.
“Meaning we have unfinished business, you and me.”
“We don’t have any business. We never really did.”
“Oh, we do.” His grin was slow, but it kept on growing until he saw color heat her cheeks. “I’ll prove it to you.”
Harley’s response was to just propel him faster. The heightened emotions of the past few days, coupled with the rage building inside her at even his suggestion that she withdraw to safety. She was a Shadowguard. She didn’t retreat from anything. Of course, it wasn’t all professional. Her personal attraction to him was debilitating and inconvenient. When he’d gone down on the roof, she’d nearly lost her shit and that wasn’t good. She needed to be detached to protect him, not panic. The whole situation was unbearable.
“Harley—”
Everything fused together in that moment to form one huge outburst of fury. Frustrated by the entire situation, along with her helpless attraction to Aleksei, made everything all the more complicated. “Don’t try to sweet talk me, Alek. It won’t work!”
He stopped dead in the hallway, jerking her to a stop and was in front of her a heartbeat later. It wasn’t until he pulled her into his arms that she realized her eyes were stinging. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
She pushed at him, not wanting his sympathy. At the moment, the anger felt good, energizing, as though she was finally coming out of a long daze and taking action. “I’m going to stay pissed.”
He let her move back a space but kept his hands on her arms. “That’s okay. Just don’t let it make you do anything stupid.”
“I’ve already done plenty of stupid stuff around you.” She slipped from his grasp and started down the hall again. “Please, just don’t talk.” She’d lost her mind over him. She knew it and he knew it. She could lie to herself and say she could resist him, but a lie it would be.
He was irresistible, larger than life, cocky as hell, and pulling her right back into that same sexual fog he’d woven the night she’d given into her attraction.
She was surprised and relieved he heeded her request. His silence lasted through their trip from the embassy to the airport. But the moment they settled in their seats and the plane took off, he said, “Harley. I don’t want to fight with you. Just consider staying on this plane and getting the hell away from me.”
“I’m not having this conversation again. The answer is still no.”
High color slashed across his cheekbones, and his lips flattened into a grim line. She rose and started for the back, not knowing where she was going or why. She knew she just had to get away from him.
But he followed her as they stopped in front of a cushy sleeping couch that had been pulled out in anticipation of their needs. She dragged her attention away from it. His gaze racked over her, then as if he couldn’t help himself, down the length of her body, taking in her tight-fitting tank top and stretchy black pants in one angry glance, making her feel as though he’d stripped her naked. His eyes lingered on her chest, and in response, her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened against the tank top’s built-in bra.
He made no attempt to conceal his hot, hungry gaze, or the sudden erection straining against his pants.
He clasped her arms. “Tell me you’ll leave me, Harley,” his voice broke, his breathing ragged. “Tell me now. Promise it.” His intense gray eyes had turned a darker shade, like an approaching storm. They bored into her, searing her with that burning plea.
“No,” she said, releasing an exasperated huff, her breath coming in short spurts. She shook her head, knowing that leaving him didn’t have a damn thing to do with her job. She couldn’t abandon him now. She didn’t think she could ever do that, even to her dying breath.
He was so tantalizingly close, and all her words melted in the heat of his presence. The male scent of him overwhelmed her thoughts, aroused her body, and created a heavy tingling sensation between her thighs. The man’s ability to turn her on, even during a confrontation, was nothing short of amazing. Then again, Aleksei was so fucking sexy he’d been a part of her most erotic fantasies for months.
He didn’t reply, just glared and remained quiet, emanating a sexual kind of tension that seemed to increase with each passing second between them.
“You know I can’t, Aleksei,” she whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. “I can’t leave you.” She closed her eyes. “Aleksei…Alek,” she breathed. She wanted him beyond reason, there was no sanity involved. He was foreign, exotic, with deep-seated courage and an unbendable, principled mind. He was muscle and strength and power. And all of him charmed her down to her toes.
He released a string of Russian, his words jumbled and too fast to decipher. In a lightning-quick move, he lunged at her, buried his fingers in her hair, and pressed her against his hard, undeniably aroused body. With a low growl broadcasting frustration and urgent need, he slanted his mouth across hers and sank his tongue deep, kissing her just as recklessly as she kissed him back. His mouth promised sin and wild pleasure, and she matched him stroke for stroke, chasing his tongue with her own, letting him know that she was with him all the way.
The feverish intensity between them was sizzling hot, the strength and immediacy of her arousal making her knees weak. She slid her arms around his waist and skimmed her hands down to cup his butt, squeezing. The muscles tightened under her palms, and the long, hard length of him pushed insistently against the crux of her thighs. She felt the bite of his belt buckle against her, but she was too swamped with desire and need, coiling tighter and tighter with her to care about it.
With his lips still devouring her mouth with forceful, totally overwhelming kisses, he shoved the hem of her tank top up impatiently, baring her naked breasts to the cool air of the cabin. She shivered and moaned as his big, warm hands closed over her breasts, rubbing and massaging her, rolling her hard, sensitive nipples between his fingers.
He broke their kiss, lowered his head, and closed his mouth over her taut, aching breast. He laved her nipple with his tongue before nipping with his teeth, then sucked her strong and deep, until she felt that same seductive pulling sensation in the pit of her belly. An electric jolt zapped through her, exploding in heated ripples that thrummed across her nerve endings.
Her skin tingled everywhere, hot and alive with sensation. She twined her fingers in his soft, thick hair, feeling breathless and dizzy and unable to do anything but hold on, let him have his way with her body, and give into the tension that had built from their last encounter.
He wedged his foot against hers, widening her stance. One hand left her breast and slid down her ribs to her belly. Reaching the waistband of her pants, he delved inside.
She sucked in a quick breath, and her heart raced in anticipation as his hand slid between her thighs and his mouth returned to hers, hot and hungry and demanding, allowing her no escape. His fingers skimmed along her skin, delving deep and gliding along her hot, swollen core.
He slipped a finger easily into her, followed by a second that seemed too much to take all at once. She moaned into his mouth, her hand tightening in his hair as his thumb pressed against her clit, right where she needed his touch the most, both soothing and arousing her at the same time.
