Chapter Forty-four
Alia pulled her SUV over on the street corner where they’d parked earlier and watched as Sloan headed his GTO into his garage. They’d decided they needed both vehicles if they were to avoid any curiosity. Plus, it would be good to have two sets of wheels and she wouldn’t need to rent a car now.
A niggling thought hit her. What if she had to use the switch car?
Right! Priority. Next day she would rent a car exactly the same as hers and park it in the lot. Better to be safe than sorry.
Decision made, she met up with Sloan, who was heading through the French doors of the sunroom. He went straight to the video feed on the screen to see if, by any chance, the license number of the car that had picked up Leah and Yasir had been captured.
His sound of disgust was an indication that it hadn’t.
Alia moved close to him and caught a whiff of his personal scent: coconut mixed with oils or soap. Whatever he used, it was fresh and smelled like Hawaii, and for her it was an aphrodisiac.
She leaned in to see the computer screen for herself just as he moved, and they brushed up against each other. Combustion sparked. He stood looking down into her upturned face. She wondered if her eyes broadcast her hunger to be back in his arms where she’d felt like a princess for such a short time. The large, gentle man had a way of making her feel protected and adored.
Maybe that’s the way he acts with every woman…She started to back away.
He reached for her. His hands tender as they pulled her into his arms. “I like it when you’re close to me. You smell good.” He smiled down into her eyes, his soft with promises.
She chuckled because he’d been thinking exactly what had been in her mind. “It’s my perfume.”Hey Einstein, no kidding. She swallowed, wanting to take back her dumb reply.
“It’s notPure Poison.”
“Pure… Oh right, the other perfume I wear. No. It’s new.
“It suits you.”
“It’s calledWicked Wahine.”
He chuckled. “Do you know what that means?”
“No.”
“It means wicked woman.”
“Oh. Does it still suit me?” She had to know.
“Depends on whether you can live up to the name.” He winked at her and she caught her breath. The man oozed charm and his attraction was making her knees weak.
He lowered his head, slowly, as if waiting to see if he had her permission. She kinda liked his politeness. But on the other hand, she decided if he didn’t make his move soon, she’d have to shoot the bastard.
She whimpered.
His smile disappeared. And his lips swooped in and devastated her completely. His hunger was huge, overwhelming…wonderful. It left her in no doubt that he wanted her as much as she desired him.
She couldn’t catch her breath. He was consuming her with his lips and tongue, and she loved every second of feeding his needs.
“Oh, baby, I want you so much, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Stop!? No, don’t do that. Please.”
“I won’t, not now. You’re in my blood, Alia. It’s unbelievable how much you’ve come to mean to me.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Damn right.”
They sunk to the carpet at the same time, both pulling at each other’s clothes, both breathing hard.