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Because there was no way she could keep Creed. There was no way the Breed holding her could be the man she had longed for, the man she had ached for all these months. There were was no way her father’s enemy could ever love her.
As the pleasure began to dim, reality took its place, forcing back the fantasy as she slowly regained her senses.
His fingers eased from the grip she had on them.
His cock still pressed against her hip, hard and fierce, the heat of his flesh seeming to radiate through the leather of his pants.
Thunderous gray eyes were nearly black, perspiration dotted his forehead, and his chest rose and fell with his harsh breathing.
And only one question could resonate through her mind.
Why?
FIVE
“Don’t try to run again. You won’t make it far.”
Kita stared at Creed, her father’s security specialist for the past year, and oh so obviously no more than a plant by the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
Sitting
in the chair across from him, she crossed her legs, propped her elbow on the padded arm, rested her head against her palm, and just stared at him as he sat on the couch across from her, leaning forward, forearms braced on his knees, his eyes locked on hers.
“Now don’t you just look like the disgruntled kitty,” she drawled mockingly. “Or is that pooch? Feline, wolf, or coyote?”
His eyes narrowed. “Feline. Lion.”
Her lips pursed in a vague imitation of thoughtfulness. “I must be top priority if the director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs sent one of his lion enforcers to play babysitter for the past year.”
His lips thinned. “I wasn’t your babysitter.”
Her brows lifted. “Well, you weren’t parked on my father’s ass, so I rather doubt Jonas Wyatt had you babysitting him. So tell me, Creed, why were you there? Information? To simply keep tabs on us? Or were you there to kill one of us when the time was right?”
He sat back slowly, his arms crossing over his chest as his expression became set in cool, unemotional lines.
He wasn’t there to kill her, and he wasn’t there to kill her father.
“Information.” She sighed. “That’s why you’re there, isn’t it?”
“Then why am I here instead?”
“Dad sent you?”
“You were calling him ‘Daddy’ before,” he pointed out, and in the shadows that crossed his face, she could have sworn she saw a hint of anger in his gaze.
He had no right to be angry with her. If anyone had a right to be angry, she did.
“What I call him is none of your business,” she informed him with a mocking roll of her eyes. “He sent you?”
He shrugged at the question, and she took that for a yes. It was the only reason he would have followed her.
“When are we driving back? I can’t leave my car here.”
“We’re not going back just yet.”
How interesting.
Kita continued to stare back at him, wondering at that feeling of heated moisture between her thighs.
