• Choose a category
• All
• Classic-Fiction

A sound of male desperation broke free of him, halfway between a groan of satisfaction and a dark plea.

Ha, she thought, regaining some power.

She broke their contact with grim satisfaction. “The only thing that makes this god-awful situation remotely bearable is the fact that you want me more.”

She kicked her chin up and started walking. She could actually feel his eyes on her body as he followed, as if he were touching her with his hands.

“You’re right,” he said. “I would kill to have you.”

Beth wheeled around, pointing a finger at him. “So that was it. You saw Butch and me kissing in the car. Didn’t you?”

Wrath cocked an eyebrow at her. Smiled tightly. Didn’t answer.

“Is that why you attacked him?”

“I was merely resisting arrest.”

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” she muttered. “So did you? Did you see him kiss me?”

Wrath closed the space between their bodies, menace flowing out of him. “Yeah, I saw. And I hated that he was touching you. Does knowing that get you off? Do you want to nail me a good one and tell me he’s a better lover than I am? It would be a lie, but it would still hurt like hell.”

“Why do you care so much?” she demanded. “You and I spent one night together. Not even! It was a couple of hours.”

He clamped his jaw shut. She knew his teeth were grinding by the way the hollows under his cheekbones moved. And she was glad he was wearing the sunglasses. She had a feeling his eyes would have scared the hell out of her.

When a car passed by on the street, she remembered he was a fugitive from the police, and technically so was she. What the hell were they doing, arguing on the sidewalk…like lovers?

“Look, Wrath, I don’t want to be arrested tonight.” Like she’d ever thought those words would come out of her mouth? “Let’s just keep going. Before someone finds us.”

She turned, but he took her arm in a sure grip.

“You don’t know this yet,” he said grimly. “But you are mine.”

For a split second, she swayed toward him.

But then she shook her head. She put her hands up to her face, trying to shut him out.

She felt marked, and the crazy thing was, she didn’t really mind. Because she wanted him, too.

Which was not going to win her any prizes in the mental health department.

God, she needed to take another shot at the last couple of days. If she could only go back forty-eight hours, back to when she was sitting at her desk with Dick doing his leering-boss routine.

She’d do two things differently. She’d order a cab instead of walking home, so she never met up with Billy Riddle. And the instant she went into her apartment, she’d pack some clothes and go to a motel. So when this leather-clad, drug-lord lothario came looking for her she wouldn’t have been found.

She just wanted her pathetic, boring life back. And how ridiculous was that? Considering she’d thought that getting out of it was the only way to save herself only a little while ago.

“Beth.” His voice had lost most of its edge. “Look at me.”

She shook her head, only to have her hands peeled back from her eyes.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“Yeah, right. There’s probably a warrant being issued for my arrest at this very moment. I’m running around in the dark with the likes of you. And this is all happening because I’m so desperate to know my dead parents, I’m willing to put my life in danger on the remote chance I could learn something about them. I’m telling you, it’s one hell of trip from where I am to ‘okay.’”

His fingertip stroked down her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.”

She rubbed her forehead, wondering whether she was ever going to feel normal again. “God, I wish you’d never shown up at my back door. I wish I’d never seen your face.”

He dropped his hand.

“We’re almost there,” he said tersely.

Butch gave up trying to stand and sank to the ground.

He sat there for a while, just breathing in and out. He couldn’t seem to move.

It wasn’t because his head hurt, although it did. And it wasn’t because his legs felt weak, although