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and lanky with his outrageous wardrobe and messy bed-hair she’d have never guessed at the strong lines beneath his vibrant exterior.
    This was not a man to underestimate.
    “Bloody hell, I need you,” he panted. Fin licked his tongue out over the base of her neck. Emily shivered, the place sensitive and highly aroused.
    “Right there,” she whispered, arching herself into him, begging for more.
    Gently, he grazed his teeth lightly over her skin then sucked down on the spot. Feeling rather like a randy teenager again, Emily squirmed in her seat. She was wet, horny and breathless for more.
    “Please,” she panted. Pulling her hand out of his shirt she then pressed down on his shoulders. She lifted her torso and captured his lips with hers. They kissed passionately, tongues vying for control.
    Heart racing, Emily found herself completely lost to everything for the first time in her life. She wasn’t analyzing the angles, watching her back or looking over her shoulder. Her mind wasn’t focused on thinking about her next step, or calculating the following move in her strategy.
    She could only feel.
    Fin filled her every sense. She identified his woodsy scent, something she’d forever associate with heated kisses and decadent passion. His body was smooth and strong beneath her fingertips. The sounds of the street and busy central London dimmed and only their bated breaths filled her ears.
    Emily lost herself in him, let herself go.
    It was exhilarating. Terrifying. Intoxicating.
    The bus jarred to a halt, the air breaks huffing.
    Opening her eyes so she could watch, she enjoyed the way Fin moved. Only when a family of tourists entered the bus, climbing directly up to the second level did she look away from Fin.
    Reality crashed around her, shattering the shining, crystal perfect moment.
    “This probably isn’t the best place,” she murmured, feeling reckless and dangerous.
    Fin had an enormous grin on his face. He beamed, seeming proud and just as intoxicated as she.
    “Who’s going to pay attention to a couple of ardent lovers?” he asked, the question appearing rhetorical as he cupped her jaw and drew her face to his again.
    The temptation to give in to him was huge. She wanted nothing more than to just relax and wallow in the first uncensored, unthinking moment of freedom she’d had since her teenage years.
    Common sense tried to rear its head.
    “People are trying to kill you,” she insisted. “Or maybe me. Or hell, maybe another target.”
    “We’re safe for now,” Fin insisted. “Let’s just relax and go with it. I’ve never felt like this.”
    “Neither have I,” Emily admitted. She let Fin steal another kiss, the drugging intensity of it pulling at her stronger than gravity. Reluctantly, cursing herself for losing the specialness of the moment, she pulled away.
    “I need to call my contact,” she sighed. “I can’t believe he might have set me up, but he’s the only one who knew I was tracking…who could have guessed where I was,” she amended, loathe even now to divulge sensitive information.
    She trusted Fin, but she’d never broken her word or the confidentiality of her work. Now wasn’t the time to start. Besides, it could put him in danger if he knew the true depths of what she did. The whole point of this was to keep him safe.
    Or keep him near , that wicked voice inside her whispered.
    “My boss didn’t know we’d left the office,” Fin said. “If there’s even the smallest possibility it could be you those men were after I don’t think you should make contact. I agree there is a remote chance it might have been me that shooter was after—but the leak of our whereabouts couldn’t have come from Preston. Besides, I need to check on the man I was supposed to be guarding.”
    “You want to call in, but don’t think I should?” She frowned. Emily wasn’t sure she liked that, but tried to see the situation from Fin’s perspective. She realized if they were going to stay