Black Jack by Lora Leigh

one point. She was certain of it.
    Why was she certain of it?
    That question would drive her insane. Why? Why did she know? How? How did she know?
    “Who am I?” Lifting her head, she tried to fight back the sense of loneliness and confusion
    racing through her. She felt lost.
    Staring back at him, she watched as his hands lifted, his fingers stroking back the hair that
    had fallen across her face. As he tucked it behind her ear a small smile tipped one corner of
    his lips.
    “You’re wild and brave,” he told her softly. “Over the past years I’ve sworn you’d get both
    of us killed.”
    And that only confused her more.
    Travis watched the heaviness of her expression, the way her lips turned down, the sadness
    and loss in her gaze. He could read how lost she was, and for Lilly, that wasn’t something he
    was familiar with. She didn’t often show her emotions, no matter what they were. Unless it
    was passion. Damn if she hadn’t burned the night down around them.
    “Come with me, Lilly,” he urged gently. “We’ll talk, uncensored. I can tell you who you
    are.”
    He could tell her partial truths and half-lies. He could give her the explanations the agency
    had come up with. He couldn’t let her know who she was entirely, only the cover the agency
    had given her. It was a piss-poor offering, but it would fill in some of the blanks at least.
    Maybe wipe that lost look from her face, at least for a little while.
    “If you wanted to talk uncensored, then you shouldn’t have brought your friends along for
    this meeting.”
    She moved to pull away from him, to put the helmet on her head and to ride away into the
    darkness. But he wasn’t ready for her to leave quite yet.
    Sliding his fingers under her hair, he gripped the back of her neck, catching her by surprise
    as he tipped her head back and lowered his own.
    Travis caught the small gasp from her parted lips and took full advantage of the slight
    opening. His tongue brushed over her lips, then stroked inside in a teasing little thrust that had
    them both catching their breath when it deepened to much more than the gentle assault he’d
    planned.
    Once his tongue touched her, tasted the trace of beer and feminine warmth, Travis was lost.
    He needed a hell of a lot more than a teasing taste.
    As he held firm to her neck, his lips pressed down on hers, sipping from her lips, driving
    his tongue deep inside the honeyed recess.
    She set fire to him; there was no other way to describe it. She made him burn with need and
    a hunger to possess her unlike anything he’d ever known.
    There was something unique about Lilly. There always had been, he had to ensure that
    there always would be.
    As he felt her hands sliding up the leather covering his arms, the ragged need to have her
    naked against him tore through his senses. He’d been too long without her. Now that he knew
    the taste of her, the pleasure to be found with her, he wanted more. He wondered if he’d ever
    have enough of her.
    “Come with me,” he ordered against her lips before nipping at them seductively. “I
    promise, you won’t regret it.”
    Lilly had a feeling it would be the one thing she ended up regretting more than anything
    else. But she didn’t want to resist either. She wanted to be wild and free with this man.
    She didn’t remember the past six years, but she did remember the years before it. She’d
    lived her life according to others’ expectations. Those of her parents, her friends, her
    associates.
    Her father expected her to follow in his footsteps as a purveyor of information to British
    Intelligence and she had wanted that as well. She’d been trained young to step into the role,
    just as her mother had begun training her young daughter to take her place in English society.
    They had fought over that, she remembered. Her mother had no idea the work Lilly did with
    her father, but she had known her husband often advised Lilly not to marry, not to commit
    herself to another