and spun around. He stood mere inches from her, that clouded look back in his eyes. A delicious shudder washed through her, pooling between her thighs.
She couldn't help but notice the way his gaze kept drifting down to her lips. Licking them, she lifted her chin. She wanted those lips on hers. Now.
"Change your clothes and grab a first aid kit if you have one. You have three minutes."
Was he kidding? She could barely walk. She wanted a hot shower, an even hotter bowl of Mr. Wong's teriyaki chicken, and her bed. If he wanted to join her in bed, she wouldn't kick him out. Although they were both exhausted, she knew if he did join her, neither of them would get much sleep. The thought of his lips finally on hers, his hands on her body, his cock sheathed by her had her wet with want. "I have a better idea."
She took a small step toward him. He didn't back away, which encouraged her to take another step.
This time he did take a step back. "What are you doing?"
"I just thought..." she nodded toward her bedroom, "you know."
He growled and took another step back. "This is hardly the time, Turner. Get your stuff and let's go."
JT huffed in return. What was the matter with her? He didn't want her, much to her dismay. Why couldn't she get it through her thick head? She'd never really had to deal with rejection before.
Maybe he didn't get it. Maybe if she just walked up to him and grabbed his crotch, told him exactly what she wanted him to do with it, he'd give in. Her eyes lowered to the rigid shaft hiding behind his zipper, straining to spring free. Obviously parts of him wanted her, even if the stubborn ass refused to admit it.
"You're doing it again."
Her gaze flew up to his face. As his eyes narrowed in on her, she gave him a look to feign innocence. "What am I doing?"
"Looking at me like I'm on the menu. I'm not interested." Even as he said it, he licked his lips and looked at her with such heated desire in his gaze she felt her body warm. He bit back whatever else he'd planned to say.
Humiliation stung her eyes. He didn't want her. End of story. The mortification made it hard to breathe. She hated that she allowed herself to get caught up in the moment, to let her need for him taking over all other rational thought.
When Dan went to the front door and stepped out into the hall, JT snapped out of her lust-induced trance. "Where are you going?"
" We are getting the hell out of here. Now."
"Dan, I can barely walk."
He turned back to her. "I'll carry you if I have to."
Yeah, right. Like he was in any better shape than she was. "Why are you so hell bent on leaving?"
His eyes traced the inside of her apartment. Yes, it was a disaster. She didn't even want to see her bedroom. Her heart stopped. No doubt her underwear drawer had been strung all over her bedroom. Did he see all her lacy unmentionables?
The way he studied her right now told her he did. His eyes slowly moved from her face down to her breasts, where they again puckered at the mental contact. After he'd taken his time memorizing her chest, his eyes continued down until he seemed to stare at her toes. She wiggled them. "Get some shoes on this time."
JT cursed her body's reaction to him. Might as well plaster her attraction to this man across her forehead. "You still haven't answered my question."
He looked around her apartment again. "In case you haven't noticed, Turner, your apartment has been ransacked."
The fire hit her cheeks. She wasn't a complete idiot, despite what he may think. Jerk. "I noticed. But that doesn't mean we have to leave."
"Come again?"
"They were obviously looking for the disc. Now that they have it, they won't be back." The realization of her failure smacked her across the face. In her eagerness to prove her worth, she'd successfully stolen the world's most lethal weapon and personally handed it over to the enemy.
Talk about a failed mission.
* * * *
The color splashing across her cheeks brought the green out in her sexy eyes.
She couldn't help but notice the way his gaze kept drifting down to her lips. Licking them, she lifted her chin. She wanted those lips on hers. Now.
"Change your clothes and grab a first aid kit if you have one. You have three minutes."
Was he kidding? She could barely walk. She wanted a hot shower, an even hotter bowl of Mr. Wong's teriyaki chicken, and her bed. If he wanted to join her in bed, she wouldn't kick him out. Although they were both exhausted, she knew if he did join her, neither of them would get much sleep. The thought of his lips finally on hers, his hands on her body, his cock sheathed by her had her wet with want. "I have a better idea."
She took a small step toward him. He didn't back away, which encouraged her to take another step.
This time he did take a step back. "What are you doing?"
"I just thought..." she nodded toward her bedroom, "you know."
He growled and took another step back. "This is hardly the time, Turner. Get your stuff and let's go."
JT huffed in return. What was the matter with her? He didn't want her, much to her dismay. Why couldn't she get it through her thick head? She'd never really had to deal with rejection before.
Maybe he didn't get it. Maybe if she just walked up to him and grabbed his crotch, told him exactly what she wanted him to do with it, he'd give in. Her eyes lowered to the rigid shaft hiding behind his zipper, straining to spring free. Obviously parts of him wanted her, even if the stubborn ass refused to admit it.
"You're doing it again."
Her gaze flew up to his face. As his eyes narrowed in on her, she gave him a look to feign innocence. "What am I doing?"
"Looking at me like I'm on the menu. I'm not interested." Even as he said it, he licked his lips and looked at her with such heated desire in his gaze she felt her body warm. He bit back whatever else he'd planned to say.
Humiliation stung her eyes. He didn't want her. End of story. The mortification made it hard to breathe. She hated that she allowed herself to get caught up in the moment, to let her need for him taking over all other rational thought.
When Dan went to the front door and stepped out into the hall, JT snapped out of her lust-induced trance. "Where are you going?"
" We are getting the hell out of here. Now."
"Dan, I can barely walk."
He turned back to her. "I'll carry you if I have to."
Yeah, right. Like he was in any better shape than she was. "Why are you so hell bent on leaving?"
His eyes traced the inside of her apartment. Yes, it was a disaster. She didn't even want to see her bedroom. Her heart stopped. No doubt her underwear drawer had been strung all over her bedroom. Did he see all her lacy unmentionables?
The way he studied her right now told her he did. His eyes slowly moved from her face down to her breasts, where they again puckered at the mental contact. After he'd taken his time memorizing her chest, his eyes continued down until he seemed to stare at her toes. She wiggled them. "Get some shoes on this time."
JT cursed her body's reaction to him. Might as well plaster her attraction to this man across her forehead. "You still haven't answered my question."
He looked around her apartment again. "In case you haven't noticed, Turner, your apartment has been ransacked."
The fire hit her cheeks. She wasn't a complete idiot, despite what he may think. Jerk. "I noticed. But that doesn't mean we have to leave."
"Come again?"
"They were obviously looking for the disc. Now that they have it, they won't be back." The realization of her failure smacked her across the face. In her eagerness to prove her worth, she'd successfully stolen the world's most lethal weapon and personally handed it over to the enemy.
Talk about a failed mission.
* * * *
The color splashing across her cheeks brought the green out in her sexy eyes.
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