“The answer is no.” He tipped his head back and finished the glass. “Give me a plan for how I secure the information you need. There has to be a way.”
There was a slim chance, but he’d need to be able to plant a USB and type a command to download the information from the secured computer. And he’d have to know which computer to use. She finished her glass, trying to figure out a way she could get to those computers without his agreement. Would Dana help her? “There’s no way.”
“Too bad, and stop thinking of ways around me. This is my op, and you aren’t coming with me. You have about seven hours to think up a good plan.” He stood and drew her to her feet. “Now. How do you want to spend those seven hours?” His head dropped, and his mouth took hers.
Shock kept her immobile for two seconds. Then heat flowed through her, head to toe, and her body ignited. How did he do that? With a soft gasp, she kissed him back.
* * *
Raider delved deep, needing to touch her one more time. If she gave him another night, he’d take it and hold it tight. There was a pretty good chance he wasn’t making it back from Eddie Coonan’s bat cave, and he’d like something to keep him warm during the probable torture to come. He caressed his hands down her arms, grasping her wrists, even as his tongue swept against hers.
Wine and woman and something sweet filled his senses.
Her small gasp tickled his lips. She flattened her palms over his pecs, and then her nails dug in.
The slight pain shot electricity right to his balls. He grasped her jawline and lifted her face higher, giving him better access.
She twisted her head to the side, breathing heavily. Then her enticing green gaze met his. “We need to fight more before we do . . . this.” Her body belied her words as she pressed closer to him, and her sexy scent nearly dropped him to his knees.
“We can do both.” His Southern accent came out full force.
Her slightly swollen lips curved. “You want to fight in bed?” Was that curiosity in her eyes?
“Sure. We can roll around, wrestle, argue, and then you’ll give in.” He grinned, enjoying the challenge heating her expression. “We can include a healthy spanking, for good measure, if you’d like.”
Her chin lowered. “You want me to spank you?”
He laughed instantly and without thought. Even irritated and aroused, she was quick on her feet. He liked that. A lot. Smart girls had always done it for him, and she was freaking brilliant. And a complete smartass, which only made her more appealing. For answer, he took her hand and placed her palm against his obviously bigger one. Much bigger. “You sure you want to play that game?”
One of her eyebrows lifted, and she studied the impressive size difference in their hands. “It’s not the size of the weapon . . .”
He chuckled. God, she was cute. If she wanted to play, he was more than willing. With one smooth motion, he flipped her around, smacked her sweet ass, and then turned her back to face him. “That was a love tap.”
She gasped, and her face flushed a light pink. Surprise and need glimmered in her eyes. “Oh yeah?” She grabbed his arm and shoved him. He remained in the same place. Frowning, she tugged harder, trying to turn him around to get a good aim at his butt, and yet still keep away from his bandaged hip.
His chest warmed, and realization was like a sledgehammer to the gut. He liked her. Didn’t just respect or want her. He actually enjoyed the woman. So he ducked his head and tossed her over his shoulder, clamping an arm over her legs and turning for the bedroom. “I’m the one who does the spanking, Irish.” For emphasis, he caressed her firm butt.
She shivered and then gave him a glancing blow to the butt, away from his injured hip. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” His smack resonated through her entire body.
She yelped. “You are so going to pay for that.”
“Promises, promises,” he murmured, entering her bedroom and flipping her onto her back on the bed.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Her smile was all imp as she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. A pretty pale yellow bra curved over her full breasts.
His cock perked right up. “Race you.”
With a sweet chuckle, she reached for her jeans and tried to tear them off just as he ditched his clothes in record time. “I won,” he said, reaching down to help her with her socks.
“Let’s hope that’s the only time tonight,” she snorted, now fully naked and beyond beautiful.
He pounced, landing on her and then rolling so she was on top. Had he ever laughed in bed before? Ever had so much fun while being so aroused his entire body ached with the need to be inside her? Warning ticked through him, but he ignored it. If this was his last night with her, he was taking it.
She straddled him, balancing on her knees and poised above him.
“Wait.” He grasped her hips, holding her tight. “How about a little foreplay?” He wasn’t exactly small, and she was incredibly tight, as he remembered. There was no reason to hurt her.
