"No." He nearly spat the word. "But it doesn't mean I don't want to strip you naked and fuck you every way possible. You…touched me in a way no one else ever has. If I let you get close, I'd destroy you."Shock immobilized her. Had she heard him right?He lifted his hands and slid them away. She felt the loss of contact at once and wanted to grab onto him, so stunned she could barely breathe or move. Did he say what she just thought? Holy shit!"We need to discuss my conversation with Grey. I'll take that water now." One corner of his mouth twitched in a hint of a grin. "Unless, of course, you plan to use it as a weapon."Shannon looked at her hand and realized she was clutching the bottle in a death grip."Oh. Sorry." She thrust it at him. He walked into the living room and dropped into the big armchair, the one across from the fireplace.Just like that? As if he hadn't dropped a small bomb between them?She hoped when she handed the water to him he didn't notice the slight t
The company Grey sent over to work on the alarm system impressed Owen, and not much did. They went about their business very in an efficient manner, as if they'd done all this a hundred times. Which, he guessed, they probably had. But his assignment as well as his habit of ferreting out every bit of information had him asking about a lot of details at first."I don't want you to think I'm questioning your ability or work," he told the crew chief. "But I'm responsible for the safety of the woman inside, and I want to make sure I know everything about everything to help keep her safe.""Gotcha," the man said. "Ask away. No problem."He watched them diagram the miniscule lot on which Shannon's house sat and mark the best places for the sensors. Next came the optimum locations for the cameras. Last, they showed him the new master controls to be installed along with a monitor Shannon could set somewhere in her house to give her the view from all the cameras.A house, by the way, which t
Shannon stopped at the sliding doors to her patio and stared out at the yard, arms folded beneath her breasts. Pacing hadn't done her much good, and sitting doing nothing wasn't an option. She supposed she could go outside and let Owen explain to her where they were in the process, but she figured the more space she could put between them the better off she'd be.She watched two men walking her yard, one of them holding a sheet of paper and the other a box of something. Every few feet, they'd check the paper and one of them would place something from the box on the ground. Sensors, she supposed. She wasn't an idiot about security systems. But not in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she'd need this kind of upgrade or that she'd be in the kind of danger to warrant it.Rather than dwell on her situation and the man who'd invaded her dreams time and again, she fetched her laptop. She chose not to use the room she'd fixed as an office, the four walls giving her a sudden attack of c
Owen's words cast a pall over the brief easy environment between them, or as easy as it could be with all the sexual tension wrapped around them. They were a good reminder to her of the real reason Grey had sent him here."Of course." She wet her lips. "How about Vietnamese? There's a great restaurant about ten minutes from here and they deliver.""Sounds good to me."She pulled out the menu from the pile, they made their selections, and she called them in."Thirty minutes," she told him. "Just in case the delivery is early, let me leave you some money."She moved to reach for her purse on the counter, but he stopped her. "I've got it. Omega's covering expenses, and for sure this is one of them.""But—""You don't want to argue with your friends, do you?"She sighed. "I guess not. Is your room okay? You put your things in it, right?"He nodded. "Just fine. It's luxury compared to a lot of places I've bunked down.""Well, I'll just make sure there are enough towels in the gues
The moment they were in the room, Owen thrust his fingers into her hair and cradled her head in his big palms."I swore to myself ten times over I had no business doing this." Strain made his voice gruff and tight. "But fuck, Shannon. Somehow you're in my blood. This is either gonna kill us or cure us."Cure. She clutched at his upper arms to anchor herself. Please let it be the cure.His mouth came down on hers in a kiss far gentler than she anticipated. His lips were warm and unexpectedly soft, pressing with a light touch against hers, the contact stealing her breath. He held the kiss for the beat of several seconds. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he traced the closed seam of her mouth, sending shivers through her body."Open for me," he murmured against her lips.When she did, his tongue swept in like an arc of flame, scorching every place it touched her. He tasted of mint toothpaste and pure masculine male, a heady combination. She moved her own tongue against it, engaging
Even as limp and lax as she felt, desire still coursed through her. They were far from done. When he stretched out next to her, she took a moment to once more drink in the magnificence of his body. His head might be screwed up, but he was an incredible male specimen. She knelt beside him and, as he'd done to her, bent down to capture one of his hard, flat male nipples in her mouth.She heard the hiss of intake of his breath as she closed her teeth over the beaded point and bit lightly then dragged her teeth along the surface. She slid her hand down the flat planes of his abdomen in a lingering caress, tangling her fingers in the nest of public curls until she reached his heavy swollen shaft. When she closed her fingers around him and gave a gentle squeeze, a low moan rumbled from his throat. She squeezed harder and coasted her fingers up and down even as she nibbled again on his nipple."Jesus, Shannon," he hissed. "Take it easy or I'll never get to the main event."She swallowed a
Shannon was a habitual early riser. During the week, she liked to get in a half hour of yoga before getting ready for work. It helped her deal with the physical stress of sitting in front of a computer all day and the mental stress of the complicated projects she worked on. Saturday and Sunday she slept in a little but not much. She liked her cup of coffee on her patio in the morning, sometimes even rising early enough to catch the end of sunrise.But this morning, when she opened her eyes, everything had seemed different. For one thing, her body felt pleasantly sore in a lot of interesting places. For another, the heady scent of male clung to her bedclothes and her body. And for a third, sunlight poured in through the blinds she'd forgotten to close last night.Oh, wait! She wasn't even in her room. She was…in Owen's room.She curved her lips in a smile of immense satisfaction. Last night had been not just every bit as outstanding as the first one they'd spent together but even bet
Owen looked around, taking in every detail of the place Shannon had chosen."You picked a winner here, Shannon. No doubt about it. No false advertising here."La Zamira was just as she'd promised. The medium-sized restaurant had a full house, the air redolent with the scents of spices used in the excellent Cuban cooking. The tostadas—Cuban bread buttered and toasted on a grill—along with the scrambled eggs and seasoned sausage had just hit the spot. Now, he enjoyed his second cup of café con leche—coffee with warm milk—and thought he hadn't felt so at peace in more than fifteen years.Sad, Cormier. Very sad.But he'd chosen this life. Or maybe it had chosen him. Shannon McRae was an anomaly. The one night they'd spent together two years before had been burned into his brain. But last night surpassed even the memory. He didn't want to admit the reason might be because now he had a name to go with the face and body and information to form a picture of the woman herself. He'd long a