Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [24]
He pressed against the fragile opening, rotated his thumb and his lips covered her clit.
Mica jerked, completely unbalanced by the sensation whipping through her and the tension building inside her. There was no way to stop it, no way to catch her breath or her control.
Her hips arched; the need to get closer, for more, to find the end to the delicious pressure building behind her clit drove her.
Hunger was like a fever raging inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him. Enough of his touch, enough of the pressure barely pressing into her pussy, enough of his tongue flickering in ever tightening circles against her clit.
The building, pulsating waves began to burn, to flame, her stomach tightening, her womb clenching as her breath caught.
She could feel the edge, so close, pulling her over, looming like a specter of ecstasy, when suddenly, it was gone.
In a single breath Navarro was off her, the comforter flipping over her even as he jerked her from the bed to the floor.
She wasn’t stupid. She’d learned, trained with the Breeds in how to protect herself and how to help any Breed bodyguard in her protection.
Without being ordered to do so, Mica rolled to the side of the wall, flipped the comforter back from her face, and stared at the scene before her in shock.
Mica crouched, the large, laser-powered handgun clenched in his hand as the bedroom door flew open.
Cougar stood in the doorway, his gaze narrowed on the room, obviously taking in the fact that she and Navarro had been doing a hell of a lot more than discussing the weather.
“We have company,” he growled. “We have a vehicle waiting for us outside the fire entrance, but we have only seconds to get there before our friends show up. Let’s roll.”
Before she could move to extricate herself from the comforter, Navarro was jerking it from around her, even as he shoved the thick robe into her hands and grabbed the packs of weapons and supplies he’d thrown to the floor earlier.
Having jerked the robe on, Mica was tying it quickly as Navarro grabbed her hand and began pulling her through the door that opened from the bedroom portion of the suite into the empty hallway.
“Jonas has feelers out in the city,” Cougar stated, voice hard as they pushed through the stairwell. “Word came through minutes ago that they’d located us, the name of the hotel and the suite you were in.”
“And how the fuck did they find us?” Danger thickened Navarro’s voice.
“He hasn’t learned anything further.” Cougar pushed communications headsets into both their hands as they moved quickly down the stairs.
Mica had trained with them, but she wasn’t as good as even the lowest, youngest Breed. She couldn’t put that damned headset on and activate it as they rushed down the stairs.
She was aware of Navarro doing it, his hard voice rumbling as he requested Jonas.
The night wasn’t over, she thought. It was going to be wet out. Wet and cold, and she didn’t have shoes or clothes. She had no defenses, nothing but Navarro to protect her.
And it looked as though whoever was after her was damned serious. They were going against Breeds to take her.
“Get her out of town. We’ll cover the hotel once you leave and attempt to neutralize them, but we’re working blind. We have no idea where they are, what they know, or who they are,” Jonas stated as Navarro pulled Mica behind him down the stairwell to the vehicle waiting outside the doors.
“Stygian will follow you until you pass the tunnel, after that you’ll be on your own. Get to base two, that’s the closest point of safety for her. As soon as we can, we’ll have a heli-jet out to you.”
Base two being Sanctuary. As Jonas stated, it was the closest, safest point.
“Navarro out.” He cut the transmission as they hit the final floor and Cougar moved carefully to the exit door.
Pulling Mica against the wall, Navarro waited, his weapon ready as the door was eased open.
“Clear.” A dark, low snarl in the dark.
A Breed’s anger was typified by a snarl, a growl, or a rumble of danger. For a Cougar Breed, though, to show