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long, thick fingers were surprisingly gentle as they slid down my arms, and I remained in place, doing nothing. His touch wasn’t like that of an enemy, but like that of a lover.
    An unwanted wave of need and desire crested inside me, growing hotter, hotter still. It didn’t help that he had an erection. Thick. Hard. Hot.
    He didn’t want me, I knew. Not really. Men were simply turned on by physical contact. And we’d definitely gotten physical.
    Knowing he would have desired any woman under him failed to diminish my own lust as it should have. Dark, dangerous fantasies sprang to life. Naked bodies, moans of surrender…Without thought, I arched my butt toward him, seeking more of his heat, craving deeper contact.
    And that’s when a fragrant cloud of cinnamon and honey surrounded us. The moment I smelled it, my cheeks burned a bright red and I fought frantically for release. If Lucius knew anything about Rakas, he’d know we only emitted that scent when desperately aroused.
    â€œLet me go,” I shouted. I couldn’t have erected a calm, cool mask if my life depended on it. “Let me go right now.” I extended my arm as I should have done earlier and tried to roll over.
    He pressed me down with more of his weight, keeping me immobile.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?” he barked. “Be still, woman. And when the hell did you put on that perfume?”
    He didn’t know.
    I immediately relaxed. It was one thing to desire him, but quite another for him to know about it. He seemed like the type of man who would use that against me, mock me.
    â€œGet off me,” I said more calmly.
    â€œWhat are you going to do if I don’t?” he asked. “I’ve got you pinned, and you know what? There’s not a damn thing you can do about it. So it looks like you’ve got yourself a bit of a problem.”
    â€œYou think so?” I replied, nearly breathless. I had to get him off of me before I did something stupid. Like whimper…or spread my legs.
    â€œI do,” he said confidently. There was a pause, then, “Was I too rough?” he asked gruffly.
    I forced myself not to struggle. “I happen to like it rough.”
    â€œLiar.” His voice was now low and husky. Full of sexual energy. “I think you like it slow and tender.”
    My God, if he kept talking to me like that, I was going to rip off his shorts and demand he take me right here. “Damn you. Don’t you want to teach me a lesson?”
    â€œMaybe next time.” He paused. “When a man has you pinned like this, the best thing you can do is bite his arm and use the distraction to twist yourself around.” Before I could take his advice, he jumped off me and stood to his feet.
    Feeling strangely bereft, I wrenched to my back and kicked, swiping his feet out from under him. Down, down he tumbled. I laughed when he hit. “To do something like that?” I asked him.
    His laughter mingled with mine, the sound of it raw and genuine. He didn’t move to rise, but remained in place. “Good move.”
    â€œThank you.”
    When our amusement died, he anchored one of his arms behind his neck and frowned. “I want that bastard EenLi killed. Not because it’s our assignment, but because he deserves to die.”
    I glanced over at his profile; it was as harsh and savage a view as full frontal. “You make it sound personal.”
    â€œEvery mission is personal, but I’m sure Michael told you EenLi used to work here.”
    â€œHe did.”
    â€œWhen he left, he killed several agents. Agents who were my friends.” Lucius turned to face me, the glint in his eyes feral, hard. “If at any time I think you’re holding me back, I swear to God I’ll kill you myself.”
    My eyes narrowed. “I’m only going to say this once.” I held up one finger, just in case he needed a visual. “I’ll speak slowly so