Page 85 of Trap ’N’ Trace

They collected her wrap then headed to the elevators. Several other couples joined them. Dayne stood on the opposite side of the elevator, watching her intensely, as if he wanted to eat her up.

I wish.

The doors opened, and they made their way to the exit. Dayne stepped outside and signaled to her driver. The white limo pulled up to the stairs. Seemingly satisfied there were no threats, he motioned for her to join him.

Dayne waited for her to settle in the back seat. Before getting in, he looked one last time in either direction then sat across from her. Soft amber sidelights glowed from the door panels, casting the hard planes and angles of Dayne’s face in shadow.

“We should be back at the castle in about forty minutes,” the driver—Sean—said through the open window separating him from the passenger compartment.

“Thank you, Sean,” she answered.

“Cold?” Dayne asked in a low, sexy voice.

The limo pulled from the curb into traffic.

“A little.” She tugged the shawl tighter around her shoulders.

He pushed a button on the console and a blast of hot air shot from the vents. “Better?” His eyes dipped to her mouth.

What was he doing? Besides driving her crazy with need for something she couldn’t have. Him. “Some.”

When her shawl slipped, exposing her bare shoulders, Dayne’s eyes tracked the movement. He pressed another button, and a low hum accompanied the rising privacy window.

“Come here.”

“Why?” Her pulse picked up. Being any closer to him than the three feet separating their bench seats was a dangerous thing.

A corner of his incredibly sensual mouth lifted. “Because I asked you nicely.”

Confusion swamped her. In the last five days, they’d both made a point of keeping their distance. This time, she had to be sure. If she gave herself to him, there was no going back. Now, her heart was involved.

“Do you really want me?” She licked her lips, unable to ignore the heat in his eyes or the promise of passion in his outstretched hand.

Both corners of his mouth lifted as he gave her a sexy grin that made her heart race. “Baby, I’ve always wanted you.”

She raised her arm, and as the distance between their hands got smaller and smaller, her pulse tripped into the danger zone. He tugged her from the bench and onto his lap. “Dayne, I—” His lips cut off her cry of surprise.

His mouth was hot, wet, the kiss scorching and dizzying until she could barely breathe. The throbbing between her legs became unbearable, and she dug her fingers into his back through his tuxedo jacket. More. She wanted to feel his incredible body.

Kat slipped her fingers beneath his cummerbund then pulled the shirt from his waistband, seeking his flesh and all but sighing when her fingers found it. Taut, hot skin over rippling muscle.

He groaned into her mouth, sweeping his tongue deeper as she slid her hands to the front of his slacks, grazing the handle of his gun—a stark reminder of the danger that had brought them together. The danger still out there.

“Christ, I do want you.” He trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck, pressing hot kisses over her collarbone to the tops of her breasts.

“Oh, Dayne. Yes.” If she hadn’t already been firmly seated in his lap, she would have melted onto the floor.

When he shifted their bodies, clear evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her bottom. She would have emptied all her bank accounts right then and there to be naked and straddling him as he impaled her slick folds. Before she’d even completed that last thought, moisture dampened her panties.

His fingers began a long, sensual path up her legs, hiking the long folds of the dress to her waist. When his fingers connected with the satin straps of her garter belt, an appreciative sound rumbled deep in his throat. “Sexy. So fucking sexy.”

It was sexy. Everything about the man was sexy. The way he kissed. The way he smelled. How he was touching her now.

Dayne was right. The attraction between them had always been there. Their first aborted attempt at sex had been about grief and stark need. This time it was about them and their sizzling chemistry and passion ready to combust.

His big, warm fingers flicked teasingly at the garter then continued a fiery trail to her bare upper thigh.

The closer he got to the juncture of her thighs, the more anticipation thrummed in her veins. Through her silk panties, he stroked her until the garment was soaked, and she writhed against his hand.