Are you using this woman who fell out of the sky and straight into your lap like a gift from above so that you can get yourself a twenty-million-dollar payday?
Eric’s question echoed through Remy’s mind. The paintbrush snapped in his grip.
Chapter Seven
He was acting as if their frantic kiss of moments before had never happened.
When she and Remy climbed into the truck, he seemed all cool and collected. He boosted her up, and she could have sworn his touch singed her. A pang of longing went through Jacqueline, and she sucked in a breath.
But he just let her go. Slammed the door. Strolled away without a care.
Get it together, Jackie.
By the time he climbed into the driver’s seat, Jacqueline thought she might have a controlled mask in place. Sure, it probably wasn’t as good as Remy’s but she was making an effort. So what if the kiss had blasted through her and shattered the memory of every other lover that she’d ever had before. So what if those encounters now seemed clumsy and cold. Apparently, the scene had been no big deal for Remy. For all she knew, he might kiss a woman nearly to orgasm every single day.
He reversed the truck, didn’t say a word, and turned to take them back out the twisting drive.
Shehadbeen nearly to climax from that kiss, and it was an excruciatingly embarrassing fact to face. She’d been grinding hersex against him and, even through their clothing, she’d felt the long, thick length of his dick. She’d ridden him. Had felt pleasure hum through her. Normally, it was hard for her to climax. Took forever. But she’d been about to come with him, right then, right there, with their clothes on. Just from kissing and grinding against him.
So embarrassing.No wonder he wasn’t talking about it.
“Why are you blushing?”
Because her skin loved to betray her?
“What are you thinking about?” he pushed.
Oh, the usual. Orgasms. Falling for someone she shouldn’t. The danger stalking her.
“Jacqueline?”
He made her name sound so sexy when he rumbled it that way. Fine. If he wanted to know so badly, she’d tell him. “Orgasms.”
He slammed to a stop. Her hands flew out and hit the dashboard. “Remy!”
“Sonofabitch.”
Her head swung toward him. “Excuse me?” There was no missing the fury in his voice.
“Company.” His eyes had narrowed. He was looking ahead and to the left, just a little off to the side.
She leaned forward in an attempt to see the same company he did. She couldn’t spy anyone through the trees, but…wait. Light had just glinted off something. Someone?
Remy threw the truck into reverse. “Don’t want a shootout when you’re in the truck with me.”
Her head swung toward him as her mouth hung open. After two stunned seconds, she managed to snap it closed. “How about we don’t have a shootout at all? Is that a possibility?”
“Thinking they are going to make that hard for us.” The faint lines near his mouth deepened. “Should have figured they’d try to block our exit. Bet they believe they’re making sure we can’t cut out and escape them.”
It wasn’t just about believing. “Uh, theyaremaking sure of that, aren’t they?” She fiddled with her seatbelt. “Maybe we should just try to rush by him. How fast can this thing go?”
“If I were them, I would have put down spikes to blow out my enemy’s tires. I can’t barrel through over there without checking to make sure they haven’t used the same tactic. The last thing I want is to break down directly before them with you in the vehicle.” He’d spun the truck back around as he headed for the cabin. “They arenottaking you.”
“Do you…” Jacqueline cleared her throat. “Do federal agents often toss out spikes onto the road? I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“If you want to blow out someone’s tires, hell, yes, it’s a thing. Cops use them to end high speed chases. You throw down a strip of spikes, and you can take out all four tires on the perp’s car, if you’re lucky.”
Jacqueline glanced in the mirror on her side of the truck. “Do you think they saw us? Or heard us?” Not like the truck was silent. And as big as the ride was, it would be hard to miss.Probably saw us. Most likely saw us.