"I've never seen anybody move so fast." She sounds so shaky, I reach out to steady her, then hesitate. She doesn't though, just clings to me. She doesn't know about the monster, but that might not last for long. It's getting harder and harder for me to hide.
"Sorry."
"What for? You saved my life." She grimaces. "I guess no one told that guy if he shoots first, he can't ask questions later."
I say nothing, just hold her. After a moment, she steps away on her own. My lungs are full of her rich scent. She smells sweet, like candy. The fear in her has faded-replaced by one strong overriding emotion-desire.
"Is it wrong that I'm totally turned on right now?" she asks with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Adrenaline. Common side effect." I'm two seconds away from pushing her up against the wall and fucking her so hard, she can't walk for a week. Judging by her scent, she wouldn't mind.
Just then a thought occurs to me. "Shit, did you grab the file?"
With a grin, Annabel opens her coveralls enough for me to see the bit of paper tucked in her shirt.
"Good girl." Annabel might want to go in the field, but I'm not ready for that. I can't think straight around her, especially if she might be in danger.
"What now?" She looks at me with such trust-as if I'm a hero.
I hope we find the truth about her father soon. Before she finds out what I really am.
I reach past her and push open the door-the one marked "Emergency Exit Only - Alarm Will Sound." The sound starts right away. After a moment, it mingles with the whine of the cop cars filling the parking lot. Blue and red lights wash over the people evacuating the building.
With an arm around her, I escort her out of the building and blend in with the dismayed and curious staff.
"False alarm?" someone asks.
"Probably just a glitch," another answers. "Stupid sensitive equipment-always malfunctioning."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Otis pull up in his van and stop right on the edge of the lot, blending with the shadows. In the chaos and confusion, no one even glances at Annabel and me as we amble in that direction and blend away into the night.
Annabel
I PULL Charlie's clothes off the second we get in the motel room. His growl is pure animal. He yanks my shirt off, pulls down the straps of my bra, and tosses the contents of my father's file onto the floor. As much as I want to read it, my blood is humming with need. Here. Safe. Charlie.
Judging by the hard cock poking me the stomach, Charlie feels the same way. My lips lock onto his as he walks me backward toward the bed, a low rumble coming from his chest the whole time.
I work the button on his pants while he unbuttons his shirt and shucks it.
"Clothes off," he orders as if I'm not working on it. "I need you naked. Now." I love the urgent command of his tone.
In a flash, I'm stripped and on my back, legs spread wide. Charlie drops to his knees on the floor and pulls my wet pussy against his mouth.
"Do you need me to kiss you here, Annabel?"
I weave my fingers into his hair. "Yes. God, yes."
He licks a long line up my slit, then teases me, sucking and nipping my outer lips in between flicks of my clit with his tongue.
"Charlie," I moan.
"Tell me," he murmurs. "Tell me what you need, baby."
"This. I need this. You. Fuck me, Charlie." It's not like me to be crude, but then again, it's not like me to moan like a wanton love-slut either. But I've never been faced with the perfect specimen of masculine provider before. If we were hunter-gatherers, Charlie Dune would be the guy all the cave-ladies would be throwing off their animal hides bras for.
He's one hundred percent alpha male. The guy you'd want to be on that show Naked and Afraid with. The guy you'd want to break into the CIA with.
The guy.
Charlie Dune is him.
And right now, he's servicing me. Which seems a little backward, considering he's doing me all the favors here.
I sit up-or attempt to which is pretty much impossible because the signal from my brain for lift your head came at the same time my pussy told my back to arch and my tits to skim the ceiling. Somehow, I get up on my elbows and choke out, "My turn."
"Oh, honey." Charlie stands up, stripping off his already open pants to reveal the world's hardest boner. He picks up my ankles and draws them together, then lifts them high. "You don't call the shots here." He smacks my ass three times, then bites one cheek.
I squeal, and he yanks quickly away, those ever-attentive eyes scanning my face. They glow clear blue. Beautiful, blue. His eyes have the most interesting habit of changing color in the light.
"Sorry, baby. I'm too rough."
I squirm on the bed, inviting more spanking, more touch.
"No, not too rough. Never too rough. I mean, I like it rough. Please, Charlie."
He lays another few hard swats on my ass, then releases my ankles and lifts his chin toward the center of the bed. "Hands and knees."
Oh my God. I freaking love it when he gives orders in bed. I'm more excited than I've ever been in my entire life. Every cell vibrates with anticipation, with the beginnings of pleasure. I need this man like he's my next breath.
I obey him, crawling into position and looking over my shoulder as he rolls a condom over his beautiful cock. He catches my eye and lifts his chin again.
"Move forward. Brace yourself with the headboard."