you'd be wrong about it being none of my business."
I ignored the latter part of his comment, and said, "That blade is silver, so I take it the sheath is lead-lined?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why would you care one way or the other?"
"I don't." I was just curious. Silver was deadly to a wolf, and it was extremely unusual for one of us to carry it so close. But then, he also used silver bullets in his gun. Obviously, he wasn't worried about his own weapons being used against him. I retrieved the phone from my pocket. "Give me your phone number, and I'll transfer the file you wanted."
"Why don't you just tell me the important bits." The blade disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. This wolf was frighteningly fast.
"You know, as much as I'd really love to stand here and chat about the case - " My voice was dry and a smile touched the corners of his mouth - "the fact is I haven't actually read the file."
"Sarcasm is something of a fall back for you, isn't it?"
"Much the same as murder is for you. Do you want the file or not?"
"I want the file." His voice was soft, and the smile still played about his mouth. I tried to ignore it, but my damn gaze kept dropping. "I also want this."
His hand snaked out and wrapped around the back of my neck, dragging me to the lips I'd been desperately trying to avoid.
His kiss was heated and hard, and it was everything I craved, everything I wanted. I gave in to the power of it, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him, tasting him as fully as he tasted me.
He gave a low growl in the back of his throat and suddenly I was being pushed backwards. My back hit the wall and I grunted at the force of it, yet still I kissed him, my wolf desperate for his taste and his touch after such a long absence.
His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and teasing as his lips left mine, kissing my face, my neck, my throat. I shuddered, my legs suddenly weak, my knees threatening to buckle at the force of pleasure rolling through me.
I grabbed his T-shirt and ripped it up the middle, exposing the beauty of his chest and stomach. I slid my hands up his abs, feeling the quiver in his muscles, reveling at the intensity of desire so evident there.
He undid the button and the zip on my jeans, then his hand was sliding past the elastic of my panties, down to the place that was so wet and eager for his touch. I moaned as he touched my clit, arching forward into his touch, wanting more. He chuckled softly and thrust his fingers deep inside me.
But as good as it felt - as desperately as I wanted that and more - sanity sparked somewhere deep inside.
No matter how much I might crave this, I couldn't let it go any further. It would only strengthen the ties that bound us.
So I shoved my hands against his chest and pushed him away from me as hard as I could.
He flew backwards, but all too quickly regained his balance, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife sheathed at his back. I shifted my stance, ready for anything, my breathing little more than pants of air.
Then his gaze met mine and his hand dropped. But he didn't relax, and neither did I.
This wolf was an explosion waiting to happen.
"I didn't come here for sex, Kye. And I will not give in to this."
"You have no choice." His voice was rough with the urgency that still burned between us. "Neither of us do."
"We're not animals, Kye, and I will control this." I bent and retrieved my phone from the floor, though I couldn't remember even dropping it. "Phone number?"
He spat the numbers out. I transferred the file, then shoved the phone into my pocket and did up my jeans. "I'll be going now. Don't bother walking me out."
He smiled. It was a cold, hard thing. "Don't think you're going to get away that easily."
I didn't even look at him, just turned and walked for the door.
"I want to see you again, Riley."
I ignored him and kept walking. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
"Lunch tomorrow, at Franklin's in La Trobe Street. Wear something nice. They have a strict dress code for entry."
I spun around at that. I