be here like this with you. Even with your powers, you shouldn’t be able to survive my touch.”
“If you like me touching you, then maybe you should stop trying to kill me.”
The change in her was so strong, so immediate—fear blasted through any and all arousal she’d been feeling. She struggled in his grasp, and he held tight whispering in her ear in an attempt to calm her. “Symone, listen to me. I’m telling you the truth, I’m not here to—” A strong blast of electricity snaked up his spine, and he barely had a moment to register what was happening before his vision began to grey. Her fear had changed everything.
***
Symone felt Garrett’s heavy weight sag on top of her like a pile of cement. She tried pushing him off, but he was too heavy. Eventually, she gave up and rolled them both off the couch.
She dragged in a deep breath. What the hell was wrong with her? This guy was the enemy. He wanted to take her back and torture her. He was also the only voluntary human contact she’d had since she was sixteen. Four years was a long time to go without touching anybody. Who was she kidding? Even before she’d been taken, she’d been too sick to make out with anybody. Her body just craved this kind of contact from someone. Anyone would do. Even the enemy. She tried not to think of the way she’d clung to him, bringing her heat closer to him.
Kneeling by his prone form, she slid her bare hands into his jacket pocket, looking for a wallet or some kind of ID. She doubted she would find some, but hey, even super villains made mistakes.
In his back pocket, she found the handcuffs he’d tried to use on her. Pushing herself up to standing position, she grabbed one of his arms and dragged him over to the radiator. While she packed, she could at least be sure he was secure and wouldn’t come at her again, trying to confuse her. Maybe he had a pheromone power or something. That was the only explanation for why she’d just made out with the enemy. Because there was no way she’d stoop that low if she were in her right mind. Maybe she should see a shrink like Jansen had suggested. The Symone she knew would never have let someone like this get so close to her.
But he can touch you. For a brief moment, you weren’t a leper.
Symone cuffed him and let out a breath. She didn’t want him able to move. Already feeling more like herself, she almost smiled. The residual memories from her prisoner hadn’t yet started to fade into the background of her brain. Everything he’d gathered and deduced about her and his surroundings, his brother, his CO, Reaper—they all still clung to her. Like they were her feelings. Her heart warmed when she thought of Garrett’s brother Michael, and she didn’t even know who the kid was. The one interesting note was that her prisoner was as distrustful of Reaper as she was.
As she threw things into her bag, she kept an eye on him. Occasionally, his eyes would flutter, and she’d freeze, willing him to stay out. But he didn’t wake. She contemplated calling the Lair, but knew they would just worry. Besides, Seth had probably already seen her coming with the Tracker and warned Cassie to be on alert. Chances are they wouldn’t tell Jansen because he would fly off the handle.
As she snuck another glance at the Tracker’s prone body, an image of the guy on top of her, kissing her, running his hands up under her T-shirt, flashed in her memory. Her whole body shivered in anticipation. Heat pooled between her thighs. She’d have to be careful with him when they got back to the Lair. With a compound full of super senses, someone would be sure to pick up on what she was feeling. She’d need to get a handle on herself pronto.
***
Garrett struggled to bring himself out of the stupor. Instead of the floaty buzzy feeling from before, this time his skull throbbed. His body still felt light, but when he tried to reach for his-about-to-fall-off-his-body-head, his hands didn’t cooperate. Instead, a clanging sound came from behind him when he tried to move. Fucking handcuffs. So not the way this was supposed to have gone.
He was supposed have come in here and convinced her to hear him out. She would have explained why