Passionate Vengeance by Elizabeth Lapthorne Read Free Book Online Page B

sort of fever, about to give up and just let it all take me far away when I saw you coming towards me. You had on this armour, shiny and silver in places and tarnished in others. You picked me up, carried me away from the worst of the pain and flames. I asked if you were real and you said not yet, but you would be soon. You saved me that night as much as you saved me when you released me from that hellhole.”
    “I want to be your hero, but your villain as well,” he whispered with a wicked grin and a delightful twinkle in his eye which thrilled her.
    Abigail chuckled and kissed him hard, a long, deeply searching meeting of teeth and tongues. She silently promised with her body what she couldn’t yet express in words.
    With great reluctance she slowly pulled back, both of them peppering quick, stolen kisses as they moved away. Happiness bubbled inside her heart and chest. Feeling more carefree than she’d ever thought possible again, Abigail winked at him.
    “Maybe I should accept that offer to go back home,” she suggested, her grin a knowing one.
    He brushed his palm lightly across her hair before standing and pulling his shirt tails out from his trousers to hide his slowly receding erection.
    “Don’t put on the table what you’re not willing to go through with,” he warned her.
    Abigail grinned and slowly stood. “Oh, I’ll follow through on all my promises,” she assured him. Leaning closer she whispered, “I want to know what you fantasised me doing to you. I might be able to make it a reality.”
    She watched as Lucas visibly wavered between fulfilling his duty and hopefully just tossing her over his shoulder and carting her somewhere private. Duty appeared to win.
    This time, at least.
    “Come on.” Lucas took her hand and tugged her towards the door. “Let’s go and speak to Morrison before I lose what little control I have left.”
    “What would that entail?” she asked eagerly, a laugh in her tone. “Are we sharing similar thoughts here? You’d spank me? Carry me off over your shoulder? Do tell.”
    “Never you mind,” he ground out, clearly at the limits of his sanity. The hot look he threw her nearly scorched her senses. “I promise to expound later, in intricate detail. Let’s tell Morrison you’re finished here. You might not believe it but the old bloke seems to have a soft spot for you.”
    “What?” She gurgled with laughter as they left the room. She dropped her teasing and let him change the subject. “He has the gruffest bedside manner I’ve ever come across. You can’t really expect me to believe he liked me?”
    “He offered you one of his mints,” Lucas reminded her as she followed him out of the small room and down the hall. “That level of friendliness is practically unheard of for him.”
    Abigail laughed as Lucas paused outside a door and knocked. Trying to collect herself, she was still chortling when the door opened and Morrison greeted them. His white hair stood up in different directions, giving him the look of the classic distracted scientist. Stubble was smattered along his jaw showed it had been a very long day for him as well.
    Despite the lateness of the hour his eyes were clear. Abigail decided Morrison was one of those rare people who thrived on very little sleep.
    “Ah, laughter. It’s good to hear you’re feeling better, Miss Turner. Yes, Sloan, what can I do for you both? Surely not even you expect me to have answers as yet?”
    “Uh, no, sir,” Lucas replied, clearly taken aback by Morrison’s almost jovial tone.
    When he seemed to flounder for a moment, Abigail decided to speak up. If she were going to try to assist, she might as well begin immediately.
    “I’m planning to help Lucas and Tristan with looking for Dr Harper and wanted to go upstairs and start work on that now. Lucas thought I should just clear that with you first.”
    Abigail felt alive in a way she’d not experienced in a while. It could be the fact she’d been extremely