She flinched.
He immediately began to pull back, but her right hand flew up to curl around his. She pressed his fingers to her cheek, harder, even as her left hand kept clutching the bedding to cover her body. “That’s really sweet of you to make the offer.”
“Sweet? You think it’s sweet to want to kill a man?”
She thought it was sweet that he’d offered to put someone in the ground for hurting her, yes. But… “I’m an FBI agent. You aren’t supposed to just casually talk about killing in front of me.”
His eyes gleamed. Darkness but…warmth.
She’d been in the darkness for years. Ever since the night that had changed her life. She’d come to enjoy the dark. And being with Cass, well, he was like darkness personified.
Was that the reason she was so drawn to him? She had no clue. But, when he’d asked his question…
Why the hell did I get to be the lucky bastard tonight?
Agnes hadn’t exactly had a response to give him. Saying that he’d made her feel alive for the first time in ages probably would come across as, uh, maybe far too over the top? Saying that when he touched her, her blood ignited? Nah, she couldn’t go with that one, either. Not like she wanted to inflate the man’s ego too much.
But both statements would have been the truth.
“Where is the sonofabitch?” Cass asked. His head tilted.
Cass made no move to cover his naked body. His very, very muscled, naked body. And his very big dick.
Apparently, talking about potential murders did not lessen his enthusiasm. Interesting point.
“Is he rotting in a jail cell?” Cass wanted to know.
“I suspect you have reach, don’t you?” she murmured. “Bet you can get to people in jail.”
He winked. Winked.
She took that as confirmation even as her lips pressed together. That wink of his was way too sexy. So was his muscled body. Those abs that just went on and on and on.
And the big, thrusting cock that went on and?—
“Is he already in the ground? Did you put him there, sweet Agnes?”
No, not yet, she had not. But she was working on the goal “There really isn’t anything overly sweet about me. You shouldn’t be fooled on that one. Appearances can be deceiving.” It was the freckles. Or at least, she figured the freckles threw people off. They saw the scattering of freckles over her nose, thought she was all cute and innocent and, bam…they never saw her attack coming. Not until it was too late.
She’d had a trainer at Quantico who said she should always use her size, her appearance, and even her freckles to her advantage. If people wanted to underestimate her, that would just be their fatal mistake.
Cass’s hand slid down a bit. His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Appearances are deceiving. But when it comes to you not being sweet? Ah, on that, I completely disagree.” Deeper. Rougher. “That mouth of yours was very sweet when it was on my dick.”
Was she blushing? Now? Yes, she was. The curse of being a redhead.
“And when my mouth was between your legs…oh, yes, talk about sweet.”
Her thighs squeezed together. She was still feeling wonderful little aftershocks every now and then.
His hand pulled away. “So…?” His arms crossed over his chest as he backed up. One step. Two.
“So…what?” Was she missing something?
“Is this the part of the night where you run away? You fucked the villain. You walked on the wild side. Now you can rush back to your safe world, and this will just be our secret.”
“Our secret.” She nodded. Not like she’d expected the guy to ask about dating her. This was a one-night stand. Sure, she’d never had one until this very moment, and, honestly, she was delighted by the results so far, but that part about running away didn’t sit too well with her.
She glanced toward the window just as a strike of lightning flashed. She caught the flash through the curtains that didn’t completely block the outside world. Agnes sucked in a breath.
