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She leaned out the window, aiming back at the SUV. She fired.
And kept firing. It was clear she’d used a gun before.
Suddenly, the SUV behind them swerved and came to a stop. She’d hit something, or someone.
Boone didn’t slow down. He grabbed her and pulled her back inside.
She dropped back into the seat and closed the window. “Holy cow.”
She was shaking.
He gripped her arm. “Next time, you listen to me.”
“I’m fine, Boone.”
He gritted his teeth. The idea of her hurt and bleeding…
She reached over Atlas and touched his stubbled cheek. “I’m okay. Now, let’s get far away from here.”
* * *
She couldn’t stop shaking.
Boone had pulled off the highway and ended up down a side road. They pulled into some trees and stopped.
“You need to change the tire, right?” Gemma asked.
“Right.” He got out.
She opened her door, and Atlas jumped out. Gemma followed him, her legs feeling like jelly.
She took a step from the truck.You’re fine. You and Boone are safe. You weren’t a victim. You fought back.
Boone circled the truck, his face like thunder.
Uh-oh.She stilled.
“You shouldneverhave opened the window and put yourself in the line of fire.”
She lifted her chin. “You’re welcome. I got them off us.”
“You put yourself in danger.” He closed the gap between them and pinned her against the side of the truck.
Gemma found herself caught between cool metal and a hard, angry man. “It worked out, Boone. My father’s security team taught me to shoot. It was the only way I could convince my father I didn’t need a bodyguard once I finished college.” She cupped his cheek. “We’re both alive.”
He made a growling sound and then his mouth crashed down on hers.
Her mouth opened instantly, and she let him in. Their tongues tangled. She pressed into him, desire white hot inside her. One of his hands clenched in her hair, tilting her mouth for his. The kiss was a savage assault, a battle, and she didn’t know if she wanted to win or lose.
His name was like a chant inside her head, mixed up with the intense need. His hands were all over her, sliding under her sweater, and he pressed hard against her. She felt the rigid line of his cock against her.
Yes, God, yes. All the worry and fear changed into desire. She needed this. She needed him.
“Boone, please.”
He tore her jeans open and one hand slid in. She bucked against him. His finger slid right under the elastic of her panties and touched her slick flesh. She was already soaking wet for him.
He growled. “Gemma, damn.” He pulled his hand out, his eyes burning. He licked his finger. “God, you smell good.” His hungry gaze met hers. “I have to taste you.”
