Merry turned to me, her expression thunderous. "We have to help him get into their computers."
"We don't have to do anything," I replied. "Or have you forgotten that he sent his minion after you?
"I'm not happy about that, but this is bigger than my irritation."
"Well, I'm not sure it's bigger than mine."
"You didn't even know me then!" she yelled, waving her hands.
"Yes, I did!" I yelled back, immediately wishing I hadn't. I didn't want her to fear me again.
I shouldn't have worried because her anger increased and I could see the blood rush to her cheeks. Her eyes sparked with brown fire.
"You know what, that's not the point," she said. "The point is that even if you aren't going to help him, I will. Because they aren't going after him. They're coming after you. And Callum. And Ava and Macgrath. And everyone else here."
"You won't."
She took two steps, closing the distance between us to less than a foot. "Do not presume you can tell me what to do. I'm staying with you because I knew I'd be safer. But you aren't my keeper or my jailor. If I want to help him, I will." She wasn't yelling any longer, but her voice vibrated with intensity.
Any control I had snapped. I reached for her, pulling her to me. "Do not put yourself in danger for me. I wouldn't be able to stand it if anything...happened to you."
"Then, help me," she pleaded, putting her hands on my cheeks. "Because I don't want anything to happen to you either."
My internal brakes were gone. I lifted her up on her toes and kissed her.
Merry threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body closer to me.
Desire ignited inside me, exploding from a single spark into an inferno. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hands fisted in my hair. I never wanted her to stop, but I had to know.
I ripped my mouth from hers and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she stared up at me. "Oh, hell yes."
Before I could ask again or decide what I was going to do next, Merry kissed me again. She jumped up and locked her legs around my waist. Instinctively, my hands went to her ass, hoisting her higher.
Her lips moved to my ear, then my neck, and my legs nearly went out from under me. "Bed. Now," she demanded.
"Uh. Ah."
"Before Callum comes back."
That got my legs moving. I carried her through the house, trying not to drop her or bump into walls as her mouth explored my throat.
"Merry, you need to stop for a second."
"No," she said, her voice nearly a purr.
"I don't want to ram you into anything."
She laughed in my ear. "You mean you want to be the one to ram me."
I had to laugh too as I stumbled into my room. I kicked the door shut behind us, stopping for just a second to lock it. Callum wouldn't interrupt us if he came back while we were in here, but I wouldn't put it past him to sneak in here after we were asleep and prank us.
I lowered Merry down onto the bed and took her mouth with mine. Her legs stayed wrapped around me and her hips cradled me. She moaned against my lips, her body undulating beneath me.
I was so hard that it nearly hurt.
Merry's hands tugged at the bottom edge of my shirt, pushing it up my abdomen. Her fingers trailed over my chest and stomach, painting thin lines of heat on my skin. Then, she shoved it up until it caught on my chin. I had to release her and yank the damn thing completely off.
