“I can relate to that,” the cute, delicate FBI agent told him. “I enjoy wrecking my enemies.”
“Be still my heart,” he muttered.
She plowed right on, telling him, “You’re a dirty fighter. Skilled but dirty. You don’t follow rules.”
Ah, but now he had to clarify a point for her. Cass cleared his throat. “I just prefer to make my own rules. I’m not a good little FBI agent who has to toe the line all the time.”
She smiled. Not a sweet smile. A bit wicked.
Seriously, be still my damn heart.
“If I were a good little FBI agent, I wouldn’t be here with you tonight.”
Yeah, okay, done. He was fucking her. “You have five minutes,” he said.
“Five minutes?” A little furrow appeared between her brows. “To do what?”
“To get out. To call for a ride.” Nah, that wasn’t wise. Not like he wanted a trail that tied her to his place. “To get me to take you home.” He’d make sure he wasn’t spotted dropping her off. “To get some sense and get the hell away from me.” There, better. “Otherwise…”
She crept toward him. “Otherwise, what?”
“I’m not in the mood to be mind fucked all night, but I am in the mood to fuck.” To fuck her, specifically. Heavy tension poured through him. “So…” A dare. A challenge.
Her eyes narrowed. He could practically see the wheels churning in her head.
Ah, she was trying to manipulate him. As if he didn’t realize she’d been attempting to do that all night long. Fun side story, he was rather skilled at mind fuckery, too. Not like Gray was the only one in the family with that talent.
Yeah, he’s my family. She was not wrong.
At least, she hadn’t been wrong on that particular detail.
But if the gorgeous FBI agent thought that he was good like Gray, that he shared the annoyingly noble trait of wanting to help the whole world…
So very incorrect.
Whatever good had been inside Cass, it had died long ago.
She turned away from him. Her heels tapped on the garage floor as she walked around the motorcycle. Tap. Tap. Tap. She ran her hand over the handlebars. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Okay…so, this would be the part where she fled.
And why was jealousy rising inside of him?
They were strangers. Strangers. He shouldn’t care about any lovers she’d had. Yet, he did. He wanted to obliterate anyone who’d fucked her before him.
“I don’t have one-night stands, but, I can see where you probably won’t believe that, considering that I’m here with you.”
Uh, huh. His hands fisted. She’s going to leave. That was what he wanted.
No, what he wanted was to shove that short skirt of hers up higher and take and take what he wanted. “Then you’re ready to go home? You’ve had enough of your walk on the wild side?”
Her hand trailed over the gleaming handlebars one more time. “No.” She turned to face him. “I’d like to stay on the wild side longer, if you don’t mind.”
That had to be the most polite way that someone had ever?—
Agnes cleared her throat. “Just what does a woman have to do in order to get fucked by?—”
He was on her. Cass lunged forward, closed the space between them, and his mouth crashed onto hers.
