Passion's Prey: The Shadow Shifters

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Authors: A.C. Arthur
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    Chapter 6
    Every bit of lust that had been pent up inside her since she’d returned to DC came pouring out of Caprise tonight. She felt almost desperate for more the moment he touched her. It would have been demoralizing if she thought for one second X was interested in anything more than sex from her. But this was it and it was basic. Basic was safe. Safe, Caprise could definitely handle.
    The elevator stopped. In the distance she heard a dinging sound, and the door opened. X grabbed her by the wrists and all but pulled her down the hall. Arousal punctuated his every step, from the way he moved his legs to accommodate the erection she’d felt pressed heavily against his thigh, to the deep rise and fall of his breathing as he tried to keep a lock on things until they were behind closed doors.
    Caprise could not deny the characteristics of her own arousal. For instance, she knew for a fact her nipples were hard enough they might actually cut through the fabric of the shirt she wore. She wasn’t even going to think about how instantly her juices had begun to flow upon that succulent elevator kiss—but walking down this hallway so quickly produced a cool breeze that was heaven to the heat between her legs.
    He had a keycard to open the door, which she thought was kind of strange since this was clearly an apartment or condo building, not a hotel. Then again, it was even more out of the ordinary to pull into a garage then sink through the floor to another hidden garage.
    X was an FBI agent, so who knew what type of gadgets he had. Still, it made her feel like what they were doing or where they were going was some incognito spy nonsense.
    X entered the apartment first, then pulled her in behind him. It was dark, but Caprise could see him just fine. She even saw the frown that marred his face when his cell phone rang.
    “Is that your girlfriend? Should I leave?” she asked in a teasing tone.
    He did not have a girlfriend—at least that’s what Ary had told her. She’d acted as if that was the last bit of information she’d wanted to receive, but truth be told there’d been a small pinch of relief when her sister-in-law had made the announcement.
    There was no answer from him, just a frown; then he was clicking off his phone. He reached up an arm and touched an almost imperceptible pad on the wall behind him. The room became illuminated.
    Caprise turned around instantly, curiosity overriding her questions about his phone call. This was his home. She didn’t know exactly how she knew this, just had a feeling—a feeling that was weirdly reaching out to her. Walking away from him slowly, her feet slapped against glossy hardwood floors. The walls all around her were white, sickening white like a hospital or insane asylum. There was a sofa, a love seat, a coffee table, a flat-screen television on the center wall above a fireplace that looked as if it had never been lit, and four framed pictures on the wall. That was it.
    She shivered involuntarily but resisted folding her arms over her chest. That was her protective stance but here, standing in the center of X’s living room, Caprise doubted she needed protection. The brooding shifter across the room from her would protect her from any harm. He’d feel obligated to, considering it was technically his job. It was useless, however, since Caprise was perfectly capable of protecting herself. She’d been doing so for years. As far as protecting herself from him went, Caprise knew exactly what she was doing.
    “You live alone with hardly any furnishings. It’s cold in here.” She was making simple statements, acknowledging the facts as she saw them. X looked at her as if she were giving him the time of day and he’d already checked his watch. “I don’t like the cold.”
    “Then I’ll keep you warm,” he replied immediately coming to stand in front of her.
    “What if I say no this time?” she asked, wondering what he was thinking. He looked closed off,

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