"If that's the only way I can have you, then I'll take it and be content," he promised her with a snarl. "Think about that, Rachel. Believe it. Keep pushing this, keep pushing me, and I'll show exactly how easy it will be to hold you."
Before he lost all semblance of the man he was, Jonas jerked back in his own seat and fought the need. God, he fought. He wanted to feel her against him. He was dying for her touch. Anything to ease the tightness in his flesh, the ache for the warmth of her touching him rather than reaching out for him.
He had lived through hell. He had been created to kill and to breed. Now, nature was pushing, demanding, overriding his control and creating a path he hadn't meant to take.
The plans he had made over the years were now falling by the wayside in favor of a life he had promised himself he wouldn't attempt to live.
Fate had stepped in, and Jonas could now only pray that she had some idea what the hell she was doing. Because he was damned if he knew.
CHAPTER 6
Her sister, Diana, had once told her that there was nothing worse than a determined man. Rachel hadn't clearly understood what she was talking about until she had seen the pure, undiluted determination in Jonas's gaze.
Seeing it wouldn't have been near so terrifying if the instant response that whipped through her body hadn't been so impossible to control.
And he'd known it. He'd sensed it. He'd scented the quick, rapid flow of moisture that filled her vagina, he'd glanced at her br**sts to see the hardened tips of her ni**les pressing against the thin material of the white blouse she wore.
Arousal--blazing, uncontrolled and rapid--had rushed through her, nearly breaking her own determination to deny the primal response she couldn't seem to control.
Thankfully, Jonas seemed wary of the edge they were suddenly skating on. He'd pulled back, remained silent and allowed her the chance to get her body, as well as her imagination, under control.
The imagination part had actually been harder. All she could think of for precious seconds, all she had seen, had been Jonas rising over her, his expression savage, dark, as he took possession of her. For an instant, her pu**y spasmed in need at the thought of him pressing inside her, filling her, working his c**k into the sensitive, snug muscles between her thighs.
She'd felt her body's hungry desire for his touch in places where she had never known such need before. On her tight, hard ni**les, the moist heat of his mouth sucking her. Along her hips, the swollen bud of her clit and deep in the aching center of her body.
Remnants of that hungry need still assailed her if she didn't keep a close watch on the control she'd fought to maintain for so many years.
Now, sitting too close to him during the luncheon Racert had requested, Rachel found herself fighting to keep her eyes averted.
She'd always had a slight attention deficit whenever Jonas was around, but now it was worse. Significantly worse.
"Jonas, you have to admit, the Breeds have an account that could pay off the national debt." Racert was still arguing his point, nearly two hours into the meeting, as Jonas sat back and simply regarded him with apparent lazy interest. "You can buy public opinion, you know. Hell, politicians do it every day." His laugh was one of forced cheerfulness, his wide smile seemingly sincere. "You could easily make several hefty donations and the Breeds would never miss the money. Hell, it's not as though you need all that damned money at the moment. The U.S. government is lining your pockets damned well with the fees your Enforcers charge for the specialized missions they do for the military."
Rachel watched as Jonas tapped one finger against his temple as though he were actually considering the idea, when Rachel knew full well the explosion that could be coming.
Using the electronic planner's stylus, she pulled up the fiscal file she kept on hand, laid the electronic pad on the table, then leaned forward.
"Senator Racert, I believe this luncheon is concluded." She smiled politely to the four men who accompanied the senator before directing a lesser smile in his direction. "We've been here for nearly two hours now and as I'm certain you know, the party for our esteemed ambassador to Switzerland begins in less than three hours. We do need time to prepare for it."
A frown checked Racert's brow. "My dear Ms. Broen, I don't believe you speak for the Bureau director here." He nodded in Jonas's direction. "Why not be a good little thing and not interfere where you have no knowledge."
Rachel saw Jonas tense from the corner of her eye and heard the tiniest vibration of a growl emanate from his chest.
"I have full knowledge of the Breed security fund in which you are currently attempting to convince the Bureau of Breed Affairs to approve an amount you'd like to use for your own purposes." She smiled sweetly. "And if you may have missed my title somewhere, it is personal assistant to the director of Breed Affairs. I'm fully knowledgeable when it comes to that security fund. Just as I'm certain you're aware that we're possibly skirting unlawful activities in even considering such a maneuver."
"There are ways around anything." Racert's plump lips flattened in barely concealed anger.
"There is no way around the Breed security fund, Senator Racert," she assured him.
Racert turned to Jonas. "She's a mouthy thing, Wyatt. You should consider a replacement."
Before Rachel could consider a comeback, Jonas rose slowly to his feet.
"Let it go," she advised him softly.
"Like hell." There was the faintest French accent to his voice as he stared at Racert, his gaze icy. "A report of this meeting will be turned in to the Breed Appropriations Committee," he informed the senator as Rachel rose to her feet. "And I would highly advise if you need to discuss Breed affairs that you contact one of the Breed cabinet members besides myself."
Racert rose to his feet as well, a glare slicing to Rachel before he turned back to Jonas.