I wanted to nestle into the heat of his palm, instead I fought the urge. The connection sent my pulse racing, or maybe it was the crazy situation I found myself in. It took a long moment to register what he had said. How was I feeling? Confused and groggy. How could I have slept for an hour? Valuable time had been wasted. I tried to sit upright, but Brian pushed me back down. His big hands on my shoulders and his face only inches from mine. Minty breath washed over my skin. I wanted to taste him, run my tongue along his, and sample him. Dirty and dangerous thoughts raced to mind, however bad, it was hard to dismiss a man like Brian Rigshaw, especially when he had you pinned down to a bed. The way my body reacted to him bothered me, moreover, I hated that I was still attracted to him.
My eyes devoured every square inch of him, and I allowed myself to look. He was older, and the years had been kind. His hair sported some greys at the sides, but it looked hot as hell on him. His light green eyes focused on mine, and I lost myself for a moment. I wanted him to kiss me so bad, and I believed he might do it. My lips were starved for him, and I licked them in anticipation for something I shouldn’t want. My cheeks flushed. His lips kicked up on one side, he smiled knowingly at me, although he didn’t kiss me.
“Quit looking at me like that and answer my question June.”
I blinked away the fog of lust and tried to focus. This was all erroneous; being with Brian was wrong, being shot at was wrong. My life had taken a serious wrong turn. The hour-long rest had done little to soothe my anxiety. I was still a bundle of nerves and who could blame me. My boss had tried to kill me and failed. I was knee deep in a conspiracy that ran deeper than I had ever imagined.
The events that brought me face to face with my past had to be dealt with…
