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Authors: Annabel Jacobs
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"Fine."
Her glare went unremarked. Panic closed across her chest as she got into the Corvette. She told herself that finding Grace would be worth risking her heart again. Worth anything , but after that staged seduction scene, she wasn't sure she was up for even five more minutes with Rick Powell.
CHAPTER 4
Want clawed through him. As Katie ducked into the passenger side of his car, Rick went down on all fours, then slid under the 'Vette. If there was a bug in her house, there was possibly something on his car or hers. At first glance, he saw nothing so he stretched his arm up and felt the undercarriage.
Blast her, she'd gotten him all hot and bothered in there, plastering her lush bod against his and issuing that silent but unmistakable challenge -- I can make you want me, too.
That had never been the damn issue between them, just as it hadn't been his real intent to fire her engines in there a minute ago. It had been instinct that had fuelled the way he'd hauled her to him and silenced her with a kiss, instinct to keep her from announcing to their unseen audience that they'd found the bug and camera. Now he was paying the price because it had been pure want that exploded in his veins when she'd retaliated. Pure desire that had him pulling her to him, wanting to wrap both those long legs around his waist and say to hell with caution.
That was stupid, and he wouldn't do it. Not just because he needed a clear mind in order to ascertain the danger Katie faced, if indeed there was danger, but also because he wasn't giving her another chance to stomp all over his heart.
His mouth twisting, he tried to forget how she felt against him, how she'd surrendered to his kiss for just that one beat of time. There had never been any question of the sexual chemistry between them. Their problem -- her problem -- had been that she couldn't commit. Her accusation that he was too controlling had been true at the time, but that hadn't been the whole issue.
Sliding his hands along the lip of the car's frame, he cursed the way his gut jumped at the remembered feel of her full breasts pressed against him, the wicked slide of her tongue against his, the deep wine taste of her.
More memories crowded through his mind, memories of their days together at OU, their nights, that time in the car on the way back from his parents' place. Rick slammed a mental door on those thoughts, ruthlessly turned his mind to the task at hand. Around one side of the car, then to the back and around the passenger side. His fingers grazed something. Aha.
He lay on his back and scooted under the car as far as he could. There it was, a little black box with a flashing red light. The bastards. Well, this proved someone was following her. Not that he needed more convincing after finding that bug and camera in her house. How serious these bad guys were had yet to be determined.
Rick moved out from under the car and stood, walking up to Katie's car. Her house was relatively old and didn't have a garage. He'd probably find a tracking device on hers, too. Sure enough, he did.
She rolled down the window. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for tracking devices."
"And?"
"There's one on my car." He knelt, felt around the wheel well, up along the lip of her frame, then moved around to the front of her car. "And there's one on yours."
He stood, dusting his hands. He'd been right to insist she come to his house tonight. Now all he had to do was keep his hands off her.
After easing into the driver's seat, he took the tissue Katie offered and
Her glare went unremarked. Panic closed across her chest as she got into the Corvette. She told herself that finding Grace would be worth risking her heart again. Worth anything , but after that staged seduction scene, she wasn't sure she was up for even five more minutes with Rick Powell.
CHAPTER 4
Want clawed through him. As Katie ducked into the passenger side of his car, Rick went down on all fours, then slid under the 'Vette. If there was a bug in her house, there was possibly something on his car or hers. At first glance, he saw nothing so he stretched his arm up and felt the undercarriage.
Blast her, she'd gotten him all hot and bothered in there, plastering her lush bod against his and issuing that silent but unmistakable challenge -- I can make you want me, too.
That had never been the damn issue between them, just as it hadn't been his real intent to fire her engines in there a minute ago. It had been instinct that had fuelled the way he'd hauled her to him and silenced her with a kiss, instinct to keep her from announcing to their unseen audience that they'd found the bug and camera. Now he was paying the price because it had been pure want that exploded in his veins when she'd retaliated. Pure desire that had him pulling her to him, wanting to wrap both those long legs around his waist and say to hell with caution.
That was stupid, and he wouldn't do it. Not just because he needed a clear mind in order to ascertain the danger Katie faced, if indeed there was danger, but also because he wasn't giving her another chance to stomp all over his heart.
His mouth twisting, he tried to forget how she felt against him, how she'd surrendered to his kiss for just that one beat of time. There had never been any question of the sexual chemistry between them. Their problem -- her problem -- had been that she couldn't commit. Her accusation that he was too controlling had been true at the time, but that hadn't been the whole issue.
Sliding his hands along the lip of the car's frame, he cursed the way his gut jumped at the remembered feel of her full breasts pressed against him, the wicked slide of her tongue against his, the deep wine taste of her.
More memories crowded through his mind, memories of their days together at OU, their nights, that time in the car on the way back from his parents' place. Rick slammed a mental door on those thoughts, ruthlessly turned his mind to the task at hand. Around one side of the car, then to the back and around the passenger side. His fingers grazed something. Aha.
He lay on his back and scooted under the car as far as he could. There it was, a little black box with a flashing red light. The bastards. Well, this proved someone was following her. Not that he needed more convincing after finding that bug and camera in her house. How serious these bad guys were had yet to be determined.
Rick moved out from under the car and stood, walking up to Katie's car. Her house was relatively old and didn't have a garage. He'd probably find a tracking device on hers, too. Sure enough, he did.
She rolled down the window. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for tracking devices."
"And?"
"There's one on my car." He knelt, felt around the wheel well, up along the lip of her frame, then moved around to the front of her car. "And there's one on yours."
He stood, dusting his hands. He'd been right to insist she come to his house tonight. Now all he had to do was keep his hands off her.
After easing into the driver's seat, he took the tissue Katie offered and
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