“My fault?” Feminine outrage and hunger scented the air around him. “How is it my fault?”
She was acting as though she had never made the damned request of the Breed Protection Network to help her escape from Ireland and find a secure place to hide until the furor had died down a little.
“Well it’s sure as hell not my fault,” Devil growled down at her, wondering if he could pull back if he actually allowed himself to lower his head and kiss those pretty, pouty lips. Because he really did want to kiss them.
“Well you’re the one doing it!” Petite nostrils flared, and the hint of those cute dimples he’d seen in her pictures completely disappeared as she frowned up at him.
She’d had dimples in the pictures he’d seen.
“You’re the one that asked for it,” he snarled down at her, unable to resist using his free hand to slide beneath her body, grip the rounded curve of her ass and hold her to him.
“Me?” She stared back at him in surprise for a second before comprehension slowly dawned. “Wait, you’re with the Breed Protection Network?”
Had Lobo sent him to rescue a madwoman?
He was beginning to think the other man might have done just that, because she was now staring up at him as though she’d believed something entirely different to this point.
“Why the hell did you think I was here?”
She blinked back at him before those bright emerald eyes as they darkened with uncertainty. “You’re the Devil. You only come after Breeds marked to die. Right?”
Hell.
Sometimes, having a killer reputation could be a hell of an inconvenience.
“I’m not going to kill you.” Unless he ended up f**king them both to death.
As long as she wasn’t a threat, personally, to the Reevers—or to those he’d sworn to protect. He doubted she represented much of a threat to anything or anyone, let alone the family he’d sworn his loyalty to.
She glanced down their bodies, her breath catching as her gaze locked at where they were all but joined.
Her scent wrapped around him. A hint of fascination, wariness, but there was also something more—something he didn’t like at all.
The scent of pure, exquisite, lust-filled arousal and feminine liquid heat spilling from her body.
Sweet, with a hint of spice. Clean, with a tempting freshness that made him wonder if she had ever been touched by another man in any way.
Of course, there was no such thing as a virgin Breed female of this age. Unfortunately, most of their females had lost that innocence before they were even old enough to understand what it was.
At that thought, he realized she hadn’t responded to his statement that he had no intention of killing her. Instead, her gaze was focused on his lips, much as his was on hers. The emerald color darkened, her pupils dilating as his head lowered, his lips moving slowly closer to hers.
* * *
He was going to kiss her.
Katie could feel it coming.
Adrenaline was racing through her body, the urge to rub her hips against his, to feel the roughness of denim scratching against the lace of her panties was overwhelming.
And she wanted his kiss. She wanted it so desperately that the wild, stormy taste she imagined it held began to tease her senses relentlessly.
“Boss, we’re heading to the primary pick up point and the heli-jet’s landing,” the Breed racing the SUV toward that “primary” point, wherever that may be, informed Devil imperatively. “We still have two vehicles on our asses and plenty of cameras hanging out the windows.”
Devil grimaced as smoldering anger flashed in his gaze.
“Get us as close to the entrance as possible,” he growled, lifting his head to glare at the Breed who dared to interrupt them.
Then he was moving. Ignoring her sharp intake of air as he lifted himself from her body before quickly pulling her into a sitting position on the floor of the vehicle.