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Author: Trish McCallan
madness.
Clamping her mouth shut, she set every muscle to resisting.
A low growl rumbled up his throat and throbbed against her lips like a threat. But he broke contact and eased back.
Beth relaxed. Clearly he’d gotten the message. Except he leaned down and nipped her bottom lip. Not enough to sting, just enough to send his own message—along with a rush of blood to her head—just enough to let her know that… yeah… he had no intention of playing by her rules.
When he pulled back, it was clear that he did so on his terms, not hers.
That wasn’t to say he remained unaffected by that scorching kiss. Red highlighted the bold slashes of his cheekbones, his green eyes glowed with liquid fire and a thick bulge pressed against her belly. Still, the hand he raised to her cheek was surprisingly tender.
Dragging her arms from around his neck, she shoved against his chest, praying her brain would start functioning again now that she wasn’t being mobbed by his smoky scent, or wallowing in the heat he radiated.
Shame curled through her. She’d forgotten about the hijackers, forgotten about the dreams, forgotten everything during those charged moments in his arms.
To make matters worse, he’d obviously misunderstood the reason behind her foray into testosterone land. His reaction was that of a man who wanted a woman. Something her body recognized and responded to instinctively. Even now her thighs quivered, the soft flesh between them swollen with heat and moisture.
Just as she’d suspected, he thought she was hitting on him.
But then she hadn’t had a chance to explain, had she? She’d just warned him they were being watched. He hadn’t seemed surprised, which in retrospect seemed suspicious. Wouldn’t the normal person want to know why they were being watched?
He probably thought she’d made up the threat as an excuse to set things in motion for a steamy vacation fling. From the erection he’d been pressing against her belly, he was in the mood to oblige.
Before Beth had a chance to put any distance between them, Zane caught her elbow.
“We’re going to leave now, arms around each other like we’re looking for some privacy,” he spoke in a low voice, lips barely moving, as though he didn’t want anyone overhearing.
Beth blinked. Okay… that sounded like he thought someone was watching them. Maybe he had believed her.
He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he turned toward his friends, and addressed them in the same low tone. “Rawls? Stick around long enough to see if anyone follows us. Then head to the in-gate. We’ll meet up by the restrooms. Cosky? Watch our six.”
Pulling Beth closer, he slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her to his side. Then he bent to her ear, his breath warm and moist against her neck. “Put your arm around my hip. We need to sell this.”
Tingles swept down from where his breath fanned her neck and released a cloud of butterflies in her belly. Swallowing hard, she slipped her arm around his lean waist, trying to ignore his scent and how his warmth radiated up and down her side.
He didn’t say another word as he guided her through the terminal, steering her around clusters of passengers and scattered luggage. To the right, a brood of shrieking children climbed a pair of benches like they were playing on a jungle gym. She caught a glimpse of her Good Samaritan as he headed toward a bench in gate C20. When they reached the tile corridor that ran the length of the airport, Zane turned toward the inbound security gate.
Beth frowned as she kept pace with him. “You believed me?”
“That something’s about to go down? Yeah.” His eyes were constantly on the move, scanning the faces they passed, inspecting the kiosks and fast food alcoves that ran the length of the corridor.
Okay, so he had believed her. But that kiss… that kiss hadn’t been about making things appear real. Or had she misunderstood that too? She bit her bottom lip and debated
Clamping her mouth shut, she set every muscle to resisting.
A low growl rumbled up his throat and throbbed against her lips like a threat. But he broke contact and eased back.
Beth relaxed. Clearly he’d gotten the message. Except he leaned down and nipped her bottom lip. Not enough to sting, just enough to send his own message—along with a rush of blood to her head—just enough to let her know that… yeah… he had no intention of playing by her rules.
When he pulled back, it was clear that he did so on his terms, not hers.
That wasn’t to say he remained unaffected by that scorching kiss. Red highlighted the bold slashes of his cheekbones, his green eyes glowed with liquid fire and a thick bulge pressed against her belly. Still, the hand he raised to her cheek was surprisingly tender.
Dragging her arms from around his neck, she shoved against his chest, praying her brain would start functioning again now that she wasn’t being mobbed by his smoky scent, or wallowing in the heat he radiated.
Shame curled through her. She’d forgotten about the hijackers, forgotten about the dreams, forgotten everything during those charged moments in his arms.
To make matters worse, he’d obviously misunderstood the reason behind her foray into testosterone land. His reaction was that of a man who wanted a woman. Something her body recognized and responded to instinctively. Even now her thighs quivered, the soft flesh between them swollen with heat and moisture.
Just as she’d suspected, he thought she was hitting on him.
But then she hadn’t had a chance to explain, had she? She’d just warned him they were being watched. He hadn’t seemed surprised, which in retrospect seemed suspicious. Wouldn’t the normal person want to know why they were being watched?
He probably thought she’d made up the threat as an excuse to set things in motion for a steamy vacation fling. From the erection he’d been pressing against her belly, he was in the mood to oblige.
Before Beth had a chance to put any distance between them, Zane caught her elbow.
“We’re going to leave now, arms around each other like we’re looking for some privacy,” he spoke in a low voice, lips barely moving, as though he didn’t want anyone overhearing.
Beth blinked. Okay… that sounded like he thought someone was watching them. Maybe he had believed her.
He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he turned toward his friends, and addressed them in the same low tone. “Rawls? Stick around long enough to see if anyone follows us. Then head to the in-gate. We’ll meet up by the restrooms. Cosky? Watch our six.”
Pulling Beth closer, he slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her to his side. Then he bent to her ear, his breath warm and moist against her neck. “Put your arm around my hip. We need to sell this.”
Tingles swept down from where his breath fanned her neck and released a cloud of butterflies in her belly. Swallowing hard, she slipped her arm around his lean waist, trying to ignore his scent and how his warmth radiated up and down her side.
He didn’t say another word as he guided her through the terminal, steering her around clusters of passengers and scattered luggage. To the right, a brood of shrieking children climbed a pair of benches like they were playing on a jungle gym. She caught a glimpse of her Good Samaritan as he headed toward a bench in gate C20. When they reached the tile corridor that ran the length of the airport, Zane turned toward the inbound security gate.
Beth frowned as she kept pace with him. “You believed me?”
“That something’s about to go down? Yeah.” His eyes were constantly on the move, scanning the faces they passed, inspecting the kiosks and fast food alcoves that ran the length of the corridor.
Okay, so he had believed her. But that kiss… that kiss hadn’t been about making things appear real. Or had she misunderstood that too? She bit her bottom lip and debated