“Good.” But Merek didn't like it. He didn't like that this woman was disappearing from his life again, and especially when he knew she was in danger. Peyton he knew only by reputation, but Cavalli was good at his job, the best. Merek had crossed paths with him before, had been assigned to him once or twice when his precog skills came in handy to the FBI, and nothing he'd ever seen or heard had ever made him doubt the other man's abilities. He was legend.
And Merek still didn't want to let Chloe out of his sight.
The cell phone on Cavalli's belt vibrated, and he checked it. “That'll be Peyton. Keep an eye on her for twenty, maybe thirty minutes, and we'll get her out of your hair.”
“She'll be in my office.”
“Thanks. And don't tell her anything. That's my job.” Cavalli waved over his shoulder, the phone already pressed to his ear as he spoke quietly to the person on the other end.
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Merek heard muffled feminine conversation as Selina left Chloe at his office door and told her to go in and wait. His partner hadn't asked him why he'd wanted her to do so, and he was damn grateful. He didn't have an explanation. Cavalli could just as easily have picked Chloe up from the interrogation room, but Merek wanted a few minutes alone with her before she was gone again.
She came in, shut the door behind her, leaned back against it, closed her eyes, and sighed. Intense relief crossed her expression, and he felt the tiniest twinge of guilt that he was going to upset her, but he had some questions he wanted answered that had nothing to do with work. Starting with why she'd cast a deep sleep spell on him in order to sneak out of his bed. Anger he didn't want to feel burned in his gut at that, along with worry and . . . fear . . . for what she was about to be thrown into. A terrorist was after her, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
His jaw clenched, and he growled, “Hello again, Chloe.”
She startled, her eyes flying open, and her gaze snapped to his face. The color fled her face in a quick rush. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I tried that once, remember?” Steel edged his voice, and he realized exactly how pissed he'd been that she'd bailed on him. Denial. He didn't like that either. He was brutally honest with himself about everything. He had to be. Denial got people killed in his line of work. He sat back in his chair, laced his fingers over his flat belly, and stared at her. “You ran from me.”
She twitched as if to dart for the door.
His eyes narrowed, and he tensed, ready to spring. “I wouldn't do it again. You won't like my reaction this time.”
Chin lifted, she stared down her nose at him. “You didn't
have
a reaction last time. I haven't seen or heard from you since that night.”
“Exactly. You wanted to go, and I let you. I didn't make an effort to find you, didn't invade your privacy, and we both know I'm in a position to do so.” He flicked his fingers to indicate the teeming police department beyond the walls of his office. “But you've dropped back into my life, and now I know your name; I know what you do for a living; I know where you live. Isn't that interesting?”
“Not really.” Now her chin jutted stubbornly, and something unholy lit within him at the challenge she presented. “Look, it's been a bad day. I'd like to go home now.”
He arched one eyebrow. “My partner had to have told you that's not going to happen.”
“Detective Grayson is your partner?” She swallowed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She licked her lips, and he got hard, his body reacting as strongly as it had the first moment her gaze had met his. He wanted those lush lips moving under his, and something primitive snapped inside his chest.
Rising from his seat, he slowly stalked her across the small room, watching to see if she tried to bolt, ready to pounce, and almost relishing the thought of how that would force him to have his hands all over her. “Yes, she's my partner. I thought it best to excuse myself from questioning you. Conflict of interest.”
“We had a one-night thing, so your
interest
was pretty limited.” She tilted her head back to meet his gaze as he drew closer. Awareness flashed in those hazel depths, and he could feel his control stripping away. He wanted her. Gods, he'd never wanted a woman the way he wanted this one. He couldn't even remember wanting his wife with this kind of desperation, but he slammed the brakes on that guilt-ridden thought and any other about his dead spouse. He shoved away the past and focused on the present. Chloe.
His grin was just this side of feral. “Right, because when I have limited interest, I manage to stay hard all night long.”
A flush stained her cheeks, and she sucked in a breath. “I don't know what this conversation is accomplishing. We were both looking to score that night. Touchdown.”
Only he hadn't been looking to score that night. He'd gone to Sanguine to wash the bad taste of a shitty premonition out of his mouth. He definitely hadn't been trying to hook up with a woman who was blank to his clairvoyance. It wasn't a fluke either. No visions assaulted him in her presence. She was still unreadable. The reminder alone made his insides cramp. Being anywhere near someone like her was a mistake he'd sworn he'd never make again. Yet, here he was, hot and horny and angry because everything about her was beyond his control.
“Detective . . . Kingston, isn't it? I don't thinkâ” She fumbled with the door handle behind her, and his fingers snapped around her wrist.
The feel of her soft, soft skin against his made him grit his teeth as his cock throbbed. Insanity. The way he responded to her, it was pure insanity. The lust that pulsed through him twisted with annoyance because she tried to escape him. Again. “Merek. You'll call me Merek. And you have an appointment with the FBI, Dr. Standishâ
Chloe
âso you aren't going anywhere until they get here.”
He planted his hands on either side of her, trapped her with his body, and leaned down to her level. He could feel her breath rush against his skin. She was panting, her breasts rising and falling. Her eyes looked glazed as her gaze moved over his features. “You're mad at me.”
“Hell, yeah, I'm mad.” He got right in her face, until his lips were no more than a hairsbreadth from hers. Gods, he wanted to kiss her, wanted to see if she was as good as he remembered. He snarled. “Two months later, and I haven't gotten the taste of you out of my mouth, the sound of your voice moaning my name out of my headâ”
“Stop.” Her breath caught, her eyes darkening with passion.
His laugh grated from his throat, a rusty sound of lust, self-derision, and rage. “I wish to hell I could, Chloe, but I can't. Can you?”
“I . . . I . . .”
“Tell me you never think about it.” He moved one hand to let his fingers stroke over the inside of her wrist, and he felt her tremble. Good. “Tell me you walked away as cleanly as you're pretending. Tell me you don't remember clawing my back while I slid my cock inside you. Tell me you don't care that I made you scream and sob and sigh. Tell meâ”
She dropped her purse to the floor, clapped her hands over his ears, and dragged his mouth down to hers, cutting him off. Just like that, he had her pinned to the wall. His tongue was between her lips, and she struggled for control of the kiss, her tongue twining with his, her teeth nipping and sucking at his lower lip. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and he wanted his mouth on them too. Soon. He'd have her again soon.
He growled, picked her up, and turned away from the door. With a mere thought, he cast a spell to muffle the sound coming in and out of the room. He couldn't make out the voices and footsteps passing his door, and no one outside would hear what he and Chloe were doing.
He could make her scream, and no one would know.
A groan of pure satisfaction dragged from his throat. He set her down, backed her up against his desk, crowded her, bracketed her hips with his fingers, and held her in place. Her jaw set in an obstinate line, and her eyes narrowed. “This is crazy.”
“Yeah. So?” His smile was more a baring of teeth, and he didn't care. “That didn't stop you from kissing me a second ago.”
“Don't remind me.” She wedged her palms between them and pushed at his chest. He fought another groan at just that nonsexual touch. Gods, but he loved her hands on him. It fed a craving that went far, far deeper than mere pleasure. Though the pleasure was undeniable, and his cock chafed against his fly. He leaned even closer to her, into those small, slender palms.
Her eyes widened when his erection prodded her belly, and he watched a flush race up her cheeks. She swallowed, her breasts rising as she dragged in a deep breath. Goose bumps rose on her arms, and she shivered. He grinned. “Cold, sugar?”
Her eyes flashed, magic sparking molten gold flecks in her irises. “You know damn well I'm not cold.”
“That's a shame.” He ran his hands down her back for just the enjoyment of feeling her heated skin under her blouse. “I would have offered to warm you.”
She shoved harder against his chest. “Go fuck yourself, Kingston.”
“But it's so much more fun to fuck you, Chloe.”
She hissed at him, jerking her chin to the side. “I'm not in the mood. Let go of me.”
“Not in the mood?” Anger shimmered through him. It pissed him off more than a little how she denied this
thing
between them, how she wanted to run. “Let's see if we can change that for you.”
Her gaze snapped back to him. “Damn it, Merâ”
His mouth cut off her words, and he plunged his tongue between her lips. He'd heard enough; he wasn't interested in verbal gamesâhe'd rather toy with her in other ways. Her breath caught, her nails curling in to dig into his chest. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, twisting her arms behind her back to arch her body into his. Her breasts pressed against him, and they both groaned.
Shoving his thigh between hers, he rubbed his leg against her sex. The hot scent of her reached his nose, sweet and musky. He tilted his head, deepening the contact of their kiss. She wrenched at his hold on her, but couldn't break his grip, so she rotated her torso to move herself against him. The friction was going to drive him to madness or orgasm, he wasn't sure which.
Her hips snapped in infinitesimal jerks as she tried to work herself on his leg while her body was caught between his and the wide metal desk. She moaned a frustrated protest and bit his lip.
He shuddered, lust clouding his focus. Gods, she was the only person who had ever shredded his control like this. He broke the kiss, dipping forward to suck and bite his way down her throat. Her head fell back to give him greater access while she continued to wriggle against his grip. His breath bellowed out of his lungs, his blood boiling in his veins. He craved her so badly he wasn't sure he'd make it inside her before he came.
Working her skirt up to her waist, he cupped her smooth backside before he slipped his hands into her panties. She moaned, her hips still pumping in vain as she sought release. Easing her panties down her hips, he heaved himself away from her just enough to let them drop to the floor.
“Step out of them.”
She whimpered and obeyed, pulling one foot free and kicking the scrap of lace across the room with her other foot. “Fuck me, now, Merek.”
“Gods, yes,” he groaned. He dropped to his knees, pulled one of her slim thighs over his shoulder to open her to his touch, and licked his way inside her slick, heated sex. Her muscles jerked, her body jolting at the contact. The taste of her cream on his tongue was intoxicating. Her fingers sank into his hair, tugging on the strands, her frantic, pleading gasps urging him on. He groaned against her clit, and she sobbed, twisting her fingers in his hair.
A wave of magic hit him from her, and he swayed backward, glad he was on his knees or he'd have been driven there by the lust that roared through him. Hot prickling skipped over his skin, red-hot embers dancing in the air around them.
Gods, he couldn't wait.
Shoving to his feet, he lifted her onto the desktop, thrusting paperwork out of his way. Her legs snapped around his waist, and she ground her pussy against him. He shuddered, unable to put together a single coherent thought. It should have worried him, but he was well beyond worry. Only the drive for orgasm mattered now.
He reached between them to rip open his fly, and she pressed her sex against his hand, seeking any kind of friction she could find. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes heavy-lidded, and her breasts rose with each jerky pant she sucked into her lungs. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and right here, right now, she was all his. The knowledge pushed him even closer to the tattered edge of his restraint.
“M-Merek, I need you.” Her hands pulled him closer, her fingers balling in his shirt. “I need you inside me. Please. Right now. I need you.”
His zipper gave way to his vicious wrench, and within seconds he had his cock deep within the slick sheath of her pussy. There was no slow possession this time. He rode her hard and groaned with every movement he made within her, her inner muscles milking his cock until he thought his skull would explode. “Chloe.”