And she had a very bad feeling she might well be falling in love with one.
* * *
Graeme, secure the grounds,” Devil ordered quietly as he watched the Jeep rumble from view, the high-range camera mounted on the top pointing back at the grounds.
It had been pointing forward when the vehicle stopped at the gates.
“They’re secured,” he answered, and Devil knew if Graeme said they were secured, then they were damned well secured.
The Lion Breed was one of the few recessive Breeds Devil had known with actual Breed traits. He’d arrived six months before with nothing more than a change of clothes in a small pack, a knife and a sense of security weaknesses that had immediately found favor on the estate.
Tall, broad, laid-back and rarely displaying a temper, Devil was beginning to rely on the exacting precision in which the Breed did everything he set out to do.
“The girl’s still in her room,” Graeme reported as he consulted the wireless electronic security monitor he carried. “She left your office just after you and went straight to her bedroom.”
Devil glanced at the other man briefly. “You knew she was there.”
“It would be damned hard to miss the smell of her need,” Graeme agreed. “I have no doubt Mr. Reever and Mr. Sinclair were well aware of her presence there as well. Speaking of, Mr. Reever has requested a report immediately. I’d be prepared for questions regarding your activities in your office if I were you.”
Devil came to an abrupt stop, not really surprised that Graeme managed to stop the instant he did as well.
“Do you have a problem with the activities in my office, Graeme?” he asked the other Breed, knowing that the continued mention of it meant that Breed likely did have a problem with it.
Impassive, his expressive gaze showed little-to-no emotion at the best of times, were it not for the glitter of life in the dark brown of his eyes.
“I have no problems with them at all, Mr. Black,” Graeme assured him. “But, I’d expect questions from Mr. Reever as well as Mr. Sinclair, because they definitely seemed to have an opinion on it before the reporters showed up.”
Great, just what he needed, not just Lobo questioning, but also Dash Sinclair.
Lobo was bad enough.
“I’ll deal with Lobo and Sinclair,” he growled. “You deal with security and we’ll continue to get along, Graeme. Otherwise, your nosiness may cause you quite a bit of trouble.”
More than the feline would want to deal with, and Devil would make damned certain of it.
But first, he needed to deal with Lobo and Sinclair. Because any dealings he had with the sumptuous Ms. O’Sullivan was his business and no one else’s.
No one else’s at all.
FIVE
Stepping from a cold shower, and it wasn’t the first she had taken in the past twenty-four hours, Katie quickly dried the water from her body before donning a loose robe and belting it in irritation.
She had no idea what was wrong with her.
She was too young for hot flashes, right?
She didn’t have flu symptoms. She wasn’t running a fever. But she was too warm, her body aching, and the remembered taste of Devil’s kiss teased her senses with the persistence of an addiction. Or at least, what she’d always heard an addiction could be like.
But, it wasn’t really possible to be addicted to a kiss, was it?
To the wild, heated taste of a man’s lips on hers, his tongue stroking against hers as flames swept through her body and tension pounded at her clitoris and the clenched, untried depths of her sex.
Her br**sts were swollen, her ni**les hard and tortured, dragging an irritated moan from her lips as she stomped back into her bedroom, only to come to a sudden stop.
She hadn’t heard him enter the room. She hadn’t even suspected he would be there, and she could normally anticipate most people’s actions.
“Did you get rid of the reporters?” she asked before clearing her throat while drawing the edges of the robe above her br**sts tightly together.