Page 23 of Renegade
“You checked on me?”
He nodded, his penetrating gaze eating her alive. Her mouth went dry and she rolled her tongue over her lower lip. He broke eye contact, watching her moisten her lips before his gaze jumped back to her eyes, then to her hair, then back to her eyes.
She bit back a moan, kept her feet firmly on the ground. He was too close, he was too handsome, and she was too damn happy to see him.
“You ghosted on me,” she said finding her voice. “Where’d you go?”
A shadow fell over his brow. “I went dark.”
“And?”
He shook his head. “It was rough, but I got through it.”
Concern had her studying him. He looked fine. Better than fine, but the scars the intelligence officers carried were on the inside. Appearances were deceiving to the world, but when you’re a spy, the pressure to stay safe, tonotget caught, to gather intel, and to deliver results, were over-the-top intense. Danger hovered like a dark storm cloud.
“Looks like you’re okay,” she said. “I should get back to my party.” She hated leaving him, but she couldn’t stay there. Hispenetrating gaze was making her crazy. She couldn’t regulate her heart rate, couldn’t stop staring at him. Desperate to pull him close and kiss him for days, she eyed his luscious mouth one final time.
She turned to leave, but he hauled her back, pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “Fuck, I missed you.”
The moan shot out of her before she could stop it. She’d never been this close to him and his musky scent had her shuddering in a breath. Unable to resist the pull, she tilted her face toward him. The intensity in his hungry eyes devoured her.
“Stop me,” he warned.
She said nothing.
“Last chance.”
Her breathing had increased, the anticipation of what he’d do next made her quiver.
Silence.
He dipped down, kissed her. The second their mouths connected, she pushed up on her toes, wrapped her arms around him and opened her mouth, eager to welcome him inside.
Their growls roared in her ears, the intensity of his kiss ravaging her entire being. She was burning with desire, with a passion that had her grinding into him. On a panty-searing moan, he tightened his grip, tonguing her with a wildness that had her gasping for air.
Knock-knock.
She ended the kiss, broke away.
He opened the door.
A server stood there. “We’ve got a problem.”
“I should go,” Caroline said.
“Give me your number.”
“It hasn’t changed. It’s the same one youdidn’tcontact me on when you returned.”
Ignoring her zing, he said, “I’ll text you.”
She left on wobbly knees and floated back to the private dining room. She’d been kissed before, but never,everlike that. Boys had kissed her. Too many to count, but this was the first time she’d been kissed by a man.
Oh. My. God.
The passion in his embrace had turned her into a savage.
If that server hadn’t shown up, I would have torn off his clothes to get at him.
