nearly enough was driving him absolutely fucking crazy. He wanted to stare into her mesmerizing eyes forever.
She was more than he’d imagined his Moira to be. She was stunningly beautiful, deliciously curvy in all the right places and her skin softer than the finest silk. All he could think about was being inside her sweet body. His dick was as hard as steel and he’d had to reposition it many times throughout the conversation. He wanted to possess her. Completely. Thoroughly. Now .
He warred with himself on how to handle this situation. It was delicate. Not that she was delicate. He had a feeling she was going to give him a run for his money. He was actually terrified of scaring her off. Him—terrified . Never thought he would see the day. The man in him knew he needed to take it slowly with her, court her, gain her trust. The pure animal in him, however, vowed he would never let her out of his sight. Ever. Her wants and feelings be damned.
After she’d described the whole dream in detail, he asked, “Is there anything else you can remember about the setting or her captors, anything unique at all that you haven’t told us?”
Kate’s eyes shifted toward the floor. “No, no…that’s everything I can remember.”
Ohhhh, his Kate was holding something back. His Kate. She was nervous. He needed to gain her trust so she would confide in him completely. Give herself to him completely .
Two things were crystal clear.
This exquisite woman was his and she was a dreamwalker. She didn’t know how special that made her. Or how much danger that put her in. Dev made a swift decision.
“Kate, based on what you’ve told us, I think you’re in grave danger and will need to be remanded into protective custody until we can locate Sarah.”
Detective Thatcher started to protest and Ren looked at him as though he’d grown two heads. Kate simply gaped at him for a moment before a stubborn look crossed her beautiful features and she did exactly what he thought she would.
“That’s not necessary, Detective.”
Okay, let’s try wooing. “Dev. Please call me Dev.”
“Okay. That’s not necessary, Dev . In fact, that’s about the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. Why on earth would I need to be in protective custody? I can assure you I am in no danger.” She laughed.
Detective Thatcher abruptly stood, a violent look on his face. “She’s right. That isn’t necessary, Detective .” Snarly much?
Asshole was living a little too close to the edge. He mentally shrugged. Oh well, his death. Dev didn’t even acknowledge Thatcher, keeping his gaze locked with Kate’s.
Right, animal instinct it was. “Oh, I assure you, love, it’s quite necessary.”
“ What the hell are you doing, Dev? Police custody? Love?” Ren spoke to him telepathically.
“ Fuck off,” Dev growled and continued.
“Kate, I’m afraid this is a serial kidnapper and murderer we’re dealing with and we’ve been trying to catch him for years. I don’t want you to be in his crosshairs once he discovers you have come forward with information that may help us track him down. He’s dangerous. He’s left too many bodies in his wake. I don’t want you to be one of them.” He wouldn’t let her be one of them.
She visibly paled. “He’s done this before? I don’t understand how he would even find out I’ve been here?” Now she sounded a bit panicked. Good. He would use that to his advantage.
“Trust me, as much as we try to keep this under wraps, this is a high profile case. Young, beautiful college girls are being snatched. It’s a media frenzy. Someone will find out you were here and leak it to the press. It’s only a matter of time. And when that happens, a bull’s-eye will be painted directly on your back. This guy will consider you a threat he may act to eliminate.”
He’d tried pushing a little compulsion her way. She regarded him for a moment, her eyes narrowing.
“Thank you, Dev, but I promise you I’ll be just