But she seemed to arrive at the same conclusion rather quickly. “Lance,” she whispered, her hand rising to her mouth. “That’s why he’s been so polite but unwilling to--“ She stopped speaking, slamming a hand over her mouth.
Unwilling to what?he wondered. He hesitated, but in a rush of jealousy he decided he needed to know. “What was Cargraves unwilling to do?”
Jamie looked at him, her cheeks on fire. She shook her head, and he narrowed his eyes, his anger rising. What was she hiding from him?
“Your skin, it’s getting lighter.”
She was right. Yellow spots of anger were mixing with the green. “Tell me,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
“You already know,” she sputtered. “He wouldn’t make a move, remember? He’s never made a move. The most he’s given me is a chaste kiss on the lips.”
His anger already high, Drake found it difficult to get a handle on his emotions. He surged forward, grabbing her and pulling her close. “And you wanted more, didn’t you? That’s why you dressed in that little white number, because you wanted his body writhing next to yours?”
Jamie stared up at him, her eyes wide. “I was trying to get the security badge, remember? Besides, he turned me down.”
“But still you wanted him.” Drake’s mind was ablaze with the heat of jealousy. He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “And when I took you, were you thinking of him then? Your precious Lance?”
Her face broadcast her shock. “No! I—“
“I’m going to do everything I can to drive the thought of that man out of your mind for good,” he growled, then he seized her lips in a passionate kiss.
Drake could hear the tiny part of his mind screaming that he was overreacting, but it was too late. Being in such close proximity to her, knowing she hadn’t reacted negatively to his genuine form, had made him want her more. And then the mention of her fiancé, of the body she had offered him, drove him mad with envy and the desire to claim her.
And now he gave into that desire, whatever the consequences.
