craved. It seemed Kane’s death hadn’t released his hold over her.
“Enough,” she said, pushing against his chest. Her face felt overheated and she was almost delirious with the need racing through her.
“It’ll never be enough.” His voice was raw with unfulfilled desire, but he’d made his point. If they stayed together then this would happen again. And again.
She’d lost her damned mind. Before she could scramble out of his lap he plucked her up and back into her own seat, then reached over and buckled her seatbelt. He threw the Jeep in drive and pressed his foot to the accelerator and they rejoined the few cars on the highway. The whole event had only lasted a few minutes, but now her body was burning for something she knew she couldn’t have. Damn Declan MacKenzie.
***
Declan cursed himself for his lack of control as he turned onto 7 th Street. His control in high-tension situations was something he was known for, but if the former agents who’d been under his command could see him now, they’d probably die laughing.
No other woman had ever been able to get to him like Sophia could. Between her smart mouth and the paradise he knew waited between her thighs, as soon as she got near he started thinking with the head below his belt instead of the one above his neck.
He checked his rearview mirror one more time and made another circle around the block. He hadn’t noticed anyone following them out of Virginia, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t inadvertently lead anyone to the front doors of MacKenzie Security either.
Dec watched Sophia out of the corner of his eye. Her back was ramrod straight and her arms were crossed protectively across her chest. She gazed straight ahead through the windshield and he could all but hear the internal tirade that was producing the fierce scowls on her face. He knew she hadn’t come, even thought she’d been damn close. Sophia had never been the kind of woman to hold back sexually, and it hadn’t been at all uncommon for her to come multiple times in a variety of ways. He’d felt her frustration as she’d ridden that edge, and he knew it was another hurdle they’d have to deal with.
He hit a button in the dash and a black chain link gate at the side of his building slid open, revealing a parking garage of sorts. There was nothing special about the building other than it was prime real estate—a two-story square block of grey concrete and stone that advertised a by-appointment-only financial service, and dark tinted bulletproof windows. A armored door led into a spacious lobby where an armed security guard and receptionist sat to ward off interested parties.
He turned into the drive and started the descent into the underground parking area, following the curved road down two full levels. There were several cars parked in the bays, but he rolled his eyes at the sight of the black and silver Audi Spyder that sat in the corner. Things were about to get interesting.
“I meant what I said.” Her voice was cold enough to give him frostbite. “I won’t go back in a cell.”
He sighed and opened the car door. “No one is putting you in a cell, Soph. We’re here to help you. Just remember that when you go in.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to warn me at the same time you’re reassuring me?”
“I always said you were perceptive.”
He led her over to an elevator and typed in a code that had a panel popping out of the wall. He placed his hand over the screen and felt it warm as it scanned his palm print for verification. The elevator doors opened and he waited for her to precede him just in case she decided to run. She had that look about her.
“Paranoid much?” she asked as he typed in another code before the elevator doors closed and began to rise.
“If you knew some of the people I’ve encountered over the last fifteen years, you’d have a true appreciation for my paranoia.”
The elevator stopped one floor up and opened
“Enough,” she said, pushing against his chest. Her face felt overheated and she was almost delirious with the need racing through her.
“It’ll never be enough.” His voice was raw with unfulfilled desire, but he’d made his point. If they stayed together then this would happen again. And again.
She’d lost her damned mind. Before she could scramble out of his lap he plucked her up and back into her own seat, then reached over and buckled her seatbelt. He threw the Jeep in drive and pressed his foot to the accelerator and they rejoined the few cars on the highway. The whole event had only lasted a few minutes, but now her body was burning for something she knew she couldn’t have. Damn Declan MacKenzie.
***
Declan cursed himself for his lack of control as he turned onto 7 th Street. His control in high-tension situations was something he was known for, but if the former agents who’d been under his command could see him now, they’d probably die laughing.
No other woman had ever been able to get to him like Sophia could. Between her smart mouth and the paradise he knew waited between her thighs, as soon as she got near he started thinking with the head below his belt instead of the one above his neck.
He checked his rearview mirror one more time and made another circle around the block. He hadn’t noticed anyone following them out of Virginia, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t inadvertently lead anyone to the front doors of MacKenzie Security either.
Dec watched Sophia out of the corner of his eye. Her back was ramrod straight and her arms were crossed protectively across her chest. She gazed straight ahead through the windshield and he could all but hear the internal tirade that was producing the fierce scowls on her face. He knew she hadn’t come, even thought she’d been damn close. Sophia had never been the kind of woman to hold back sexually, and it hadn’t been at all uncommon for her to come multiple times in a variety of ways. He’d felt her frustration as she’d ridden that edge, and he knew it was another hurdle they’d have to deal with.
He hit a button in the dash and a black chain link gate at the side of his building slid open, revealing a parking garage of sorts. There was nothing special about the building other than it was prime real estate—a two-story square block of grey concrete and stone that advertised a by-appointment-only financial service, and dark tinted bulletproof windows. A armored door led into a spacious lobby where an armed security guard and receptionist sat to ward off interested parties.
He turned into the drive and started the descent into the underground parking area, following the curved road down two full levels. There were several cars parked in the bays, but he rolled his eyes at the sight of the black and silver Audi Spyder that sat in the corner. Things were about to get interesting.
“I meant what I said.” Her voice was cold enough to give him frostbite. “I won’t go back in a cell.”
He sighed and opened the car door. “No one is putting you in a cell, Soph. We’re here to help you. Just remember that when you go in.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to warn me at the same time you’re reassuring me?”
“I always said you were perceptive.”
He led her over to an elevator and typed in a code that had a panel popping out of the wall. He placed his hand over the screen and felt it warm as it scanned his palm print for verification. The elevator doors opened and he waited for her to precede him just in case she decided to run. She had that look about her.
“Paranoid much?” she asked as he typed in another code before the elevator doors closed and began to rise.
“If you knew some of the people I’ve encountered over the last fifteen years, you’d have a true appreciation for my paranoia.”
The elevator stopped one floor up and opened
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