Wicked humor sparked in those electric blue eyes as they met her gaze. An immediate flush of heat began scalding her senses as that adrenaline just waiting to race through her now shot through her like rocket fuel.
Immediately her br**sts felt swollen, her ni**les far too sensitive. Her clit was throbbing, dampness rushing from her vagina as the sensitive inner flesh began to ache for his touch again. The memory of lying beneath him in the backseat of the Dragoon, his hips cradled between her thighs, their clothing a hated barrier between his c**k and the needy depths of her vagina, raced through her mind.
“I agree with you, Ms. McQuade,” Rule assured her mother. “I’m certain I’m in very capable hands.”
Heat flushed her face then as anger began to fuel arousal and arousal began to burn like wildfire through her senses.
In capable hands, was he?
She was going to strangle him.
Neuter him.
She’d make him wish he’d never touched her to begin with, let alone continue to contemplate it each time she managed to escape him.
Her fingers curled into fists as she kept her arms crossed beneath her br**sts, ignoring the look he flicked to the now too-sensitive curves.
And he was well aware of her arousal too.
She could see it in his eyes, see it in the sensual flames beginning to ignite there.
Suddenly, she could feel his touch just as she had felt it earlier. His fingers moving beneath her shorts, rasping against her flesh and sending pleasure racing through her body.
It was all she could do to hold back a shiver of response.
A chill of dread.
“Let’s take our seats, then.” Jonas broke into the erotic tension beginning to whip between them as he directed them back to the seating area.
She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Commander Breaker took a seat on the other end of the short sofa she claimed. Her parents sat on the love seat next to her with Jonas, and Rachel took a similar sofa across from her.
“Shall I begin?” Jonas suggested, his gaze turning to Gypsy. “I happened to have been nosy.” He grinned. “I went over the notes in the file you brought with you. Excellent, by the way, and many are similar to the list of concerns and suggestions that Dane and Seth were kind enough to text to me. We’ll go over them, then adjourn until the ball next week. We’ll make an announcement to the press the next morning, and hopefully we’ll be able to get together to discuss our game plan within a few days of that. Agreed?”
Agreed?
Well, everyone else agreed.
“May I have my notes back, Jonas?” she asked sweetly, not at all happy that he had gone through them, but it had been no more than she had expected.
The grin that edged at his lips was still warm and affectionate as he stared back at her.
“I would . . .” He winced, then glanced at Rachel.
Rachel bit the side of her lip before staring back at Gypsy with amused discomfort. “I’m sure you’ll want to see it to be certain, but I swear.” She lifted her hand with a light laugh. “Amber managed to get hold of the papers and massacred them. I could have sworn she was jabbering ‘moo-cake.’”
Gypsy felt her heart melt.
There was no way the toddler could have known she had eaten the last slice of Kandy’s chocolate mousse cake that she’d slipped from the store before leaving for Connie’s.
“We’re going to have to get that kid a moo-cake,” she decided. “Are you busy tomorrow?”
Rachel’s smile was one of pleased surprise. “I have time tomorrow.”
“Then Amber has to have moo-cake tomorrow. Tell her Auntie Gypsy will be around sometime tomorrow afternoon with goodies,” she declared.
That baby would have moo-cake if Gypsy had to make it herself.
At least Jonas had notes of a sort, Gypsy thought as the conversation turned back to the contract the Breeds were offering McQuade Image Consulting.