Heat Seeker by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

or her father’s families who hadn’t married well, who hadn’t married into true blood, if not blue blood.
    “It’s easy to forget when you’re trussed up, blindfolded, and gagged,” he murmured with a wealth of amusement now. “The society princess gets pushed behind by the gutter fighter then.” He rubbed at his jaw where she had managed to head-butt him months before in Atlanta.
    “Back any animal into a corner and it’s going to come out biting,” she promised him. “Now, are you going to tell me what the hell you want or do I have to start guessing? I really don’t have time to guess, John.”
    His lips pursed thoughtfully. “You’re still pissed over Atlanta, aren’t you?”
    “And why would I be pissed over Atlanta?” she asked him. “You just kidnapped me and nearly drugged me. You were directly responsible for my release from the agency and you refused to help me in any way while I was there. So what reason would I have to be pissed?”
    John nodded. “As I assumed, you really have no reason not to help me then.” His grin was confident and way too arrogant.
    “And you live in a dream world that I can only envy, big boy. Someone should be kind and awaken you.”
    His eyes narrowed warningly. “We have a situation, Bailey, a very delicate one.”
    Now why didn’t that surprise her?
    “Sucks to be you.” She wasn’t about to admit that she was blazingly curious about his
situation
. No doubt, knowing him, the men he worked with, and Milburn Rushmore, she could count on the fact that they wanted nothing more than to use her. Forget working with her, or her working with them. It just didn’t happen that way.
    “You like pushing, don’t you?” he asked softly, dangerously.
    “I like wasting my time as well,” she informed him haughtily. “Now why don’t you get the hell out of my way and let me get back to my party? I was rather enjoying it before you decided to intrude.”
    She moved to grip the doorknob and slide the lock openwhen he shifted, turned—and before she knew it she found herself with her back against the panel, his large body pressing against hers, heating it further.
    A sharp breath exhaled from Bailey’s lungs at the sensation of suddenly being flush against him, almost surrounded by him. It had obviously been too long since a man had touched her, too long since she had felt the warmth and hard thickness of an erection pressing against her, because her senses were rioting with it.
    Bailey felt her knees weakening, her heart racing, her breath coming hard and fast.
    God she wanted him. As though she knew him, as though suspicion were indeed fact rather than wishful thinking. Maybe she just needed an excuse. Maybe her brain just needed a reason to take what her body was demanding.
    “Don’t do this,” she whispered, her hands pressing against his chest as his head lowered, his lips coming much too close to hers.
    “Don’t kiss you?” His lips quirked with sexy humor and dangerous intent and an oddly familiar playfulness. “Afraid you might change your mind, Bailey?”
    “You like messing with my head,” she accused him. “If you think you can use my body against me, John, then you’d better think again. It’s not going to happen.”
    “Bet me.”
    The hard growl that left his lips was the only warning she had before his lips were covering hers and reality began to recede. Wicked, driving hunger rose to the forefront of her senses, a starving need for touch that she couldn’t fight against, that her body had no desire to reject.
    Need and knowledge warred inside her mind now. The need for this kiss that she couldn’t seem to get enough of, and the knowledge that he was going to do exactly what she had sworn she wasn’t going to allow him to do. He was going to use her body against her. He was going to make her hungrier, he was going to fill her senses with him and sap the strength to fight from her.
    She’d known in that warehouse a year ago that he