Where Winter Finds You (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18)- J.R Ward Page 0,36

rushed to point out.

“And I’m broke again.” Therese took a defeated breath, but she didn’t wallow in any kind of poor-me. “It’s just a setback, though. A delay. It’ll happen.”

She put her purse on the table and reached inside to unzip a pocket. Taking out a cell phone that was not turned on, she shook her head. “At least they didn’t get this. Maybe because it’s dead. Or they just missed it.”

“You out of battery? Would you like to charge it in my office?”

“Nah, this is my old one. I don’t turn it on.”

When she glanced at the door, he felt the way he had when they’d been talking back at the restaurant. There was something about her leaving that always made him antsy—as if, maybe, he would never see her again.

As if, maybe, he would lose her permanently. Again.

This is my queen, he thought to himself. Back to me… by some kind of miracle.

“I’m glad I am your dream,” he said softly.

His female’s eyes returned to his and she opened her mouth to say something. Then closed it.

As the silenced stretched out between them, he knew what she wanted. And he wanted to give it to her. For hours. For whole nights and days.

Stepping into her body, he put his arm around the small of her back and drew her against his hard muscle. He was erect again. Desperate again. But there was no chance of doing anything about it. There was too much going on on the far side of the door—and then there was Xhex and her miss-nothing symphath shit.

Trez lowered his mouth, but stopped with a mere half inch between them. “I want to be in you again.”

Her sigh was as lovely as she was. “When?”

Now! Fucking now! his libido roared. NOWNOWNOW—

“Nightfall tomorrow. I’ll come to you at the rooming house.”

“I have to work.”

“You can be late.”

Therese shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Then after your shift is over. I’ll come and get you.”

“Okay.” She reached up to his nape and put her breasts to his chest. “It’s a date.”

“And I’ll find us some proper privacy.”

“I don’t know where this is going,” she whispered.

“Yes, you do. And so do I.”

They were talking quickly, their sentences bumping into each other’s, as if she worried they would lose out on the future in the same way he did.

Trez sealed her mouth with a kiss that took him right back to when they’d been joined, so rushed, so hasty, so raw on the floor of the hidden passageway. And the next thing he knew, he put her on the corner of the table, other people’s crap hitting the floor as his hands went to places that would get them into a compromising situation quick.

Places like zippers.

Trez cursed against her lips. “I need to stop before I can’t.”

“Me, too. This is crazy.”

Getting his body to pay attention to commands was not the easiest thing he’d ever done, but he eventually managed to peel himself away. The re-tuck he had to pull was more like putting a two-by-four in a flour sack—and the way she looked at him while he was touching himself did not help him cool off in the slightest.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said in a guttural voice.

“Yes.” She kept her eyes on his arousal. “You will.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Xhex was scrubbing yet another human’s memories when she saw the door to the interrogation room open and Trez and that female step out. It didn’t take a symphath to know what was on both of their minds. For one thing, Trez had a tent pole in the front of his slacks. For another, that female—Therese—was looking at him under her lashes, as if she were remembering something the two of them had done, and not as in reading the paper.

More like Netflix and Chilling—without the Netflix or the chill.

It was unlikely that kind of thing had happened in that room just now, however. For one, they hadn’t been alone very long, and Xhex was willing to bet her boss worked fast with the females, but not that fast. For another, they were carrying each other’s scents when she had met up with them as they’d come out from the hidden passageway.

So it had already been a done deal.

Although that wasn’t even the interesting part.

Narrowing her eyes, Xhex focused on the female—and not just because she was a dead ringer for Selena.

Yup. She hadn’t been wrong. Therese had an extremely unusual grid.

As a symphath, Xhex was able to read the emotions of