“I don’t care.” For the first time, he dropped the gentlemanly act. “I’m done playing fair. You’re going to a safe house, and that’s final.”
A laugh burst out of her before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth, struggling to regain control.
His lids half-lowered, giving him the look he’d had as an undercover dom.
Her amusement fled. She sobered. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m going to a family wedding on Saturday, and then I’m coming back and getting to work. You can’t stop me.” Okay. That was a childish challenge, and by the hardening of his already rock-solid jaw, he was about to pick it up. So she did the only thing a smart girl could do. She grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him, full on, her lips against his.
Fire jolted through her at the contact, and she nibbled at his lips, giving herself free rein. He stiffened against her, his chest holding air, his body heated and tightened. Finally, she leaned back and released his head, disappointed but not surprised. “You have a lot of control.”
His eyes had darkened and deepened. “Do I?” The dark rumble of his voice skimmed over her skin.
She shivered. “Um, yes?” Why couldn’t she breathe?
He grasped the front of her neck, his large hand easily spanning the entire width. Gently, he drew her closer to him. “Dana? You have one second to get your ass safely to bed. I suggest you do it.”
She couldn’t move.
He lightened his hold so she could go.
She stayed in place, wondering. Curious. Not even remotely willing to get off his lap. “The second is up,” she whispered.
For answer, his fingers tightened, and he jerked her to his mouth. Then hedevouredher. The kiss was hard and carnal, deep and commanding. He delved deep, holding her in place, conquering with just his lips.
She sighed and kissed him back, planting her hands on his chest and slinging one leg across him so she could straddle him. They both groaned when she pressed down on his cock.
A pounding on the door had Wolfe standing and turning to drop her on the sofa. “Where’s my gun?”
* * *
Wolfe scrambled for his gun, his mind fuzzy. “Get in the bedroom and lock the door.”
“Wolfe? Open this damn door,” Angus Force bellowed, pounding harder.
Wolfe’s shoulders went down as Roscoe bounded out of the bedroom and barked twice in happy greeting. “I’m coming,” he yelled. “Hold your horses.” He turned to a wide-eyed and rosy-lipped Dana. “You’re gonna want to go to bed, I think.”
Her smile was a dare. “All right. You should join me later.”
Sounded like a good plan. Why fight it? “Go. Now.” He let her pass before striding over to open the door.
Force shoved him back two steps and stomped inside, his green eyes ablaze and darker than usual. “What the holy fuck are you up to?”
Currently Wolfe was trying to force his hard-on away, but it wasn’t cooperating. He moved past Force and walked into the rain, noting the steam rising from his skin. It took several minutes, but he got his body under control. He turned back, went inside, and found Force sitting on the sofa petting his dog.
“All better?” Force snarled, no doubt having seen Wolfe’s state.
Wolfe nodded. “Yeah. Your timing is actually excellent.”
“Yours isn’t,” Force said, grinding his back teeth. “Did you, or did you not, get in a car chase ending with gunshots and two injured men?”
Wolfe stilled. “How did you know that?”
Force ripped a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket and tossed it over. “BOLO for a truck matching yours as well as a guy with a gun matching you.”
“Huh.” Wolfe scratched his head. “Didn’t know anybody saw me.” He’d checked the area for cameras and hadn’t seen any, but he had been driving fast, shooting, and then smacking a guy around. “Guess I should store the truck for a little while. Am I on camera?”
“Not to my knowledge.” Force set his jaw. “Why aren’t you more concerned? Surely somebody got your license plate.”
“Oh.” Wolfe wiped rain off his forehead. “I bought the truck with cash and used a fake ID, so the title isn’t in my name. The plates are stolen from a different state, and I’ll switch them out right now.”
