erase the memories of those who’d touched them before.
She’s mine.
For once, he didn’t refute the claim. For once, he reveled in the thought. Allowed it to override common sense.
He pressed her closer, molding her body to his , every sweet curve, curves he’d dreamed of. As his lips devoured hers, he forgot his reasons for staying away or even the fact he’d begun the embrace to get even.
Until she bit him.
With a curse, he pulled back. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I never gave you permission to kiss me,” was her prim reply.
“Since when do I have to ask?”
“ Since I decided you’re right, you’re not the man for me. Now, if you’ll unhand me, I have work to do.”
He almost echoed the mournful mental bellow of his moose as he released her, her warmth fleeing as she stepped away.
For a moment, he almost reached out to tuck her back. Almost. In that moment, he might have done something foolish had she given him the slightest encouragement.
She didn’t. In fact, s he didn’t deign to look at him or address him as she returned to her desk. The vixen dismissed him in spite of the fact her lips were full and red from their embrace. She ignored him as if he couldn’t scent the perfume of her arousal.
She desires me and yet she pushed me away.
Exactly what he wanted, so why did it piss him off?
With a grumbled curse, Boris spun on a heel and left. Forget the reason why he’d come to the office in the first place. He couldn’t stay another minute. Not if he wanted to retain what little sanity he had left.
Ha. Too late. It was obvious he wasn’t working with a full deck, or he would have never kissed her in the first place. Or second. Heck, if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up with a hat-trick.
Not if I can avoid her.
And he did. Boris stayed away from the tempting vixen. He volunteered for all the patrols guarding the clan from rogue intrusions. Accompanied as many truck runs into the city as he could. He stayed well away from the vixen, all under the guise of helping the clan out. In reality, he was hiding.
Yeah, he hid, mostly from his own feelings, but he was also protecting Jan … from him.
His dreams took on a frightening twist. The nightmares of the time he ’d spent while in the ‘tender’ care of his captors overseas now featured Jan. Jan in their clutches. Jan screaming in pain and terror. A Jan he couldn’t save, just like he couldn’t save so many of his friends and fellow soldiers.
He awoke from those ghastly nightmares clicking an imaginary gun, a cold and clammy sweat bathing his body. No matter his desire for her, he couldn’t subject her to this. Jan deserved a man less broken. A man she could sleep with at night. A better man than me.
Altruism sucked.
His mission to avoid the perturbing vixen was going well until one Saturday, when she should have been anywhere but the office. As he left Reid’s inner sanctum, he practically ran her over.
“What are you doing here?” he snapped, caught off guard and not liking it one bit. His racing heart had little to do with shock but everything to do with her. He quenched his need for her, a thirst that almost drove him insane, by taking in her appearance.
Dressed casually in jeans and a clingy sweater, even at her most relaxed, Jan exuded elegance. It was hard to reconcile the current Jan with the feisty vixen he’d encountered in the wild a few weeks back. There were times he wondered if he’d imagined the rougher, more capable Jan.
“ What do you mean, what am I doing here? I work here.”
“It’s the weekend ,” he pointed out.
“And we have a shipment scheduled to arrive. I wanted to be on hand since Gary’s home sick and unable to itemize the stock.”
How delicious and perfect she looked, her smell still so utterly tantalizing. He wanted to rub his face in the silky softness of her hair. Butt his head against her in affection. Claim those pink—
A mental shake freed him from the direction of