Desire. Need. It was pretty basic as to the how.
“I was running for my life. Now all I want to do is rip your clothes off!”
Remylovedher honesty.
“Is that normal?” A squeak. “It’s not. I’m not. I shouldn’t be jumping you, not with everything that’s happening.” She looked down at their bodies. At her legs locked around his hips. “I literally jumped up on you.” Red burned in her cheeks. Not a little pink. A dark flush of red. She started to slide her legs down.
He kept her in place. “I lifted you,” Remy said. “You didn’t jump. And who cares if this is normal or not? Normal is boring. Screw that.”
“I’mboring! I have a quiet—”
Laughter rumbled from him.
“What are you laughing at? Wait, are you laughing at me?”
“Yes.” Sorry, he was. “If you think you’re boring, then I am laughing at you.” His chest felt warm as he told her, “I can assure you that you are one of the least boring people I’ve met.”
Her eyes blinked a few times, and Jacqueline seemed a little bemused. “It’s only because I have a crazy guy stalking me with his goons. And because you met me under extreme circumstances. I can assure you, my life is normally far from exciting.” A pause. “I like it that way. I like safety.”
He wasn’t the man to give her safety. He wasn’t a man to give her a quiet, ordered life. What he could give her? Passion. And pleasure. As much pleasure as she could stand. More. Enough to have her screaming and clawing her nails down his back.
He could also give her protection. Remy planned to protect her from every threat that came her way.
“You should put me down.” Her hands fluttered around his arms.
Maybe. “But I like you where you are.”
Her hands stopped fluttering and gripped his shoulders. “I like where I am, too.” The bright red had faded, but a pale pink still dotted her cheeks. “You’re not going to arrest me?”
Not a power he possessed. “Not planning on it.”
“You’re going to help me stop Preston?”
He nodded. If stopping Preston was what she wanted, then, yeah, Remy would do it.Some people are only stopped when they’re in the ground.This guy had pulled a gun on her. He’d sent his men after Jacqueline in order to hunt her like prey. This wasn’t some man who was going to magically change his behavior. When Remy started to dig on the fellow, he knew all sorts of skeletons would come spilling out of Preston’s closet.
“How can I repay you?”
Lots of wonderfully naughty ways popped in his mind, and Remy opened his mouth to say, “You don’t have to.”
Wait.What?What the hell had he just said? He’d meant to say she could fuck him into oblivion. He was sure that was what he’d meant. He opened his mouth again and told her, “I just want to help you.”
Again.Wait. What?Was he having a psychotic episode? What. The. Fuck?
Jacqueline’s lips trembled before stretching into a wide smile. Her eyes lit up. Such a vivid green. She looked at him like he’d just given her the world.
He hadn’t. At all.
Her expression had gone all soft. “I would expect an FBI agent to say something like that. You just want to do the right thing, don’t you?”
Uh, sure. They could go with that. “The right thing. That’s what I always do. No hesitation.”
She leaned forward and brushed a kiss over his cheek. “Thank you.”
His dick shoved against her core. She had to feel the long, thick bastard pushing against her. A few minutes ago, he’d been sure her hips had rocked, and she’d been riding him. At the little kiss on his cheek—one of the least sexual thingsever—his hips surged against her in fierce arousal. Dammit. He had to get his control back.
Now.
He had work to do. Remy had some criminal mastermind wanna-be to destroy. A good girl to save. Damn. His to-do list was exhausting.