When his gaze met hers, there was a warning in them as well. One that stroked over her body and seared her senses like a brand and assured her that he wouldn’t let her run for long.
“You don’t run away from pleasure that extreme, little girl,” he assured her, a confident smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“Watch me.” She wasn’t waiting around for him to actually touch her again and prove his words.
Jerking her house key from her back pocket, she fumbled for a moment before she turned and ran up the stairs. She heard him pounding up the steps behind her. A second later the key slid in, the door opened, and she jumped into the apartment, slamming the door behind her and sliding the deadbolt home just as she heard him reach the narrow deck outside.
A chuckle whispered through the door. “Who are you scared of, Gypsy? Me, or yourself?”
Him, she assured herself. It was definitely him scaring the shit out of her, not her response to him, not the knowledge that she was throwing her life away to have sex with a Breed if she continued this course.
“You are insane,” she accused him, her voice rough. “Stop trying to seduce me, Rule. It’s not going to happen.”
The low male laughter sent a shudder of need clenching at her pu**y.
“Tell yourself that while you’re whispering my name and spilling all your sweet cream along whatever toy you use to get yourself off tonight, Gypsy.” There was the slightest edge of knowing irritation as he growled the words.
Gypsy closed her eyes tight, knowing she would be doing just that and hating him for it.
God, she so didn’t want to want him like this. Like he was the best thing since breathing and she needed him just as much as she did the air she took in. But even now, she ached to feel his lips on hers again and she could have sworn the taste of peppermint was lingering in her senses.
As she inhaled hoarsely, her fingers drifted over the tops of her br**sts, her breath catching at the pleasure—
“I can make it feel better, baby,” he crooned through the door. “All night, while you’re screaming because the pleasure is so damned good, each orgasm so hot and exciting that all you want to do is reach out for the next one before the last one is finished pulsing through that hot little pu**y.”
“Go away!” Jumping away from the door, Gypsy turned to face the panel, heat surging through her as she had to force herself not to open the door for him.
“Sweet dreams, lovely Gypsy,” he repeated, the amusement in his voice lazy and arrogant. “I’ll see you soon.”
See her soon?
“Not if I see you first,” she muttered.
“I heard that. My sense of smell isn’t my only talent.”
Of course he had an excellent sense of smell. Of course he knew just how desperately she wanted him. That was her damned luck.
She was hot, the sensitive flesh between her thighs so swollen and needy it ached, her clit filled with such heat it was nearly unbearable.
He had to be able to smell it, because fate certainly wouldn’t allow her to deny it.
Her face flamed with embarrassment. “I’m calling the sheriff.”
He didn’t answer.
What was the pervert doing now?
“Did you hear me? I’m calling the sheriff.”
Listening closely, hearing nothing but the racing of her heart thundering in her ears, eyes wide, she tried to determine whether he was still out there.
The faintest sound of a Desert Dragoon starting up, its powerful motor echoing from the front of the building, had Gypsy racing into the living room to peek between the heavy curtains hanging there.
Gazing down at the lighted street, she watched as the black all-terrain vehicle eased from its parking spot and then, with a burst of speed, raced down the street.
“Playing with fire, Whisper? And here I thought you understood the rules? Tell me, did you even search his suite as you were supposed to?”
She laid her head against the window at the sound of the low, grating voice behind her.