Page 11 of Cruel Salvation

“I know so and so does she.”

Damon wasn’t sure what that meant but he knew he wouldn’t get answers out of Watchdog if he wasn’t volunteering them. “Thanks, man.”

He dipped his head in acknowledgement and Damon wandered off to find Nazareli. She was throwing stuff into the boot of her car when he approached.

“Are you heading to base?”

“Yep.”

“Can I get a lift with you?”

“Yep.”

His lips twitched. He much preferred to see her riled up and angry than pale and upset. “On a scale of one to ten, how pissed off are you right now?”

“A hundred.”

“Good to know.”

He took the passenger seat as she buckled her seatbelt and started the ignition. He couldn’t help but admire her as she drove, taking in the long, slender curve of her neck as she kept her eyes forward, studiously ignoring him. Nazareli was toned and slender, but her ass and tits were spectacular. At five feet five, she was short to his six foot plus, but her presence was huge. She was a spitfire, and her sexy, sassy mouth drove him nuts.

“Stop staring, it’s creepy.”

“I can’t help it, you’re beautiful.”

She cast him a quick glare before her eyes were back on the road, navigating the narrow winding roads. “I will shoot you.”

He felt a smile twitch but fought it back, not wanting her to see it. Sparring with him verbally was almost foreplay to this woman, and he’d take it over her silence. “No, you won’t.”

An unladylike snort left her. “And why is that? You think you’re special because we fucked?”

His body tightened, his cock hardening at the word fuck on her sweet full lips. “I don’t think, I know. I am special and not because we fucked, but because nobody can make you come like I did.” It was a bold statement but what they’d shared had been intense and he’d been around the block enough times to know that it wasn’t a normal sexual encounter.

“Oh, please. My vibrator does a better job.”

“Well, then, I hope you brought it with you so we can put that little statement to the test.”

Nazareli pulled her Mini Copper to a stop at the entrance to the mountain rescue building that was a front for the Shadow Elite headquarters, which was situated hundreds of feet below them under the wild mountain range so integral to this part of the world.

“If you think this is an excuse for us to get naked again, then think again, Damon. It should never have happened in the first place, and we’re not repeating that mistake.”

As she faced him, it took every ounce of control he had not to seal his lips over hers and kiss her until she couldn’t deny their attraction a second longer, but forcing Nazareli into a corner would lead to her coming out swinging and he needed her to come to him on her own.

“Okay.”

He watched her blink, once, twice. “Okay?”

Damon turned back to the front so he wasn’t looking at her when he lied his ass off. “Maybe you’re right. You clearly regret it and I don’t want a woman in my bed who doesn’t want to be there. Let’s forget it happened and move on.”

He knew he’d stunned her with his statement but she recovered quickly.

“Yes, that’s what we should do.”

He couldn’t leave her thinking he regretted it though or that he wasn’t attracted to her. “Just to clarify, though. This is your decision. I’d happily peel those jeans down your perfect legs and bury my head in that sweet pussy of yours until you came screaming all over my face and then fuck you until we couldn’t stand. But like I said, if it’s not what you want, I can live with that.”

“It is.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan now for catching this guy?”