He slowly rubbed at her ache, building her need. If he kept it up, he’d make her orgasm through the fabric. “Have you changed your mind?”
Her eyes slid closed. Her head fell back against the wall. No way would she tell him to stop, as every nerve built into a crest that was ready to explode.
“Are you going to kiss me?” Her eyes slid open. “Or have you changedyourmind?”
“I like my women feisty, Becca.”
“You like anything with a pulse, Ian.”
“I promised to give up my skirt-chasing ways. Or did you forget that too?”
Her brows dipped.
His lips twitched. “You’ll make a fine wife.”
“You’re a tease.”
“I’ll always give you what you need, regardless if it’s what you want.” He hoisted her leg around his hip and ground his body into hers as he melded his lips to hers in a kiss she wouldn’t soon forget. He released her hands and threaded his fingers through her hair as he took what she so willingly gave. He increased the friction between her thighs, making her grab hold of his arms as she fought her need. She was going to lose it. Just a little more friction and he’d send her over the edge.
Ian broke the kiss. His green eyes swirled darker as he held her gaze. “Say yes.”
He slowed his motion as she fought for breath. “No.”
Ian kissed her once more and stepped back. “A deal’s a deal. Are you ready?”
True to his word, he took her straight to her car without bombarding her with a barrage of questions she wouldn’t be able to answer.
Becca let out a lengthy sigh as she slid inside her car. The sweltering heat inside smacked her in the face, making it difficult to breathe. Sweat formed on her brow as she started the ignition, glancing once more at Ian sitting patiently in the SUV.
Music blared from the radio, piercing straight to her brain with the force of a thousand needles. Becca jabbed the button, killing the sound. It was going to be a long day. Every muscle in her body ached, yet it wouldn’t stop her from what she needed to do. She rubbed her neck before tossing the car into gear.
“Kiss my ass, Highlander.” She smirked and gave Ian the one finger wave goodbye, contradicting the Love and Peace sticker on her bumper.
His lips twisted into a grin as he pulled out of the parking lot behind her.
Becca didn’t need to be a detective or a cop to know he was following her. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he mimicked every single one of her turns. She narrowed her eyes into the rearview mirror. He blew her a damn kiss. Becca dialed his number and shoved the Bluetooth into her ear. He picked up on the first ring.
“Your stalking skills could use some work.”
“So could your departure skills.” He chuckled. “Where are you going?”
“It’s none of your damn business. Go play head games with one of my other sisters. I’m sure they’re up for it.”
“Afraid I cannae, lass. I’ve chosen you.”
“Un-choose me. Anything I said last night was under the influence. I didn’t mean any of it.” Becca pulled into a parking spot at the police station.
“Why are you here?”
“Filing a restraining order. Have a nice life, McDougall.” She smiled, slid out of her car, and jogged up the stairs into the building.
A gush of air kissed her skin and cooled her temper, much like the thought of leaving Ian to question her real motives. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t come inside if he thought for a minute she’d been telling the truth.
Becca walked up to the receptionist and smiled. “Hi, Ilse, I’m here to see Danny. He’s expecting me.”
“Yeah, come on back.” Ilse motioned with her head to the door that separated the reception area from the police department. The buzzer sounded, allowing her entrance.
Becca walked down the corridors she knew like the back of her hand. She slowed to the sound of Danny’s raisedvoice and peeked into his open office door. Danny had the phone pressed to his ear, and he was rubbing his neck with his gaze on the desk.
