Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
The woman behind the counter, this one is brunette, offers me a sympathetic look and says, “I heard you’re a scientist they kidnapped.” Her voice is low, barely audible.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “And I’m with a Renegade. I’m hoping they come for us.”
“Oh God, yes. Please. They came months ago, and many of us were rescued, but I wasn’t in the right place.”
“You will be this time.”
Tad steps behind me. “Hurry it up.”
I purse my lips and don’t dare make eye contact with the woman, accepting my bags and rotating to him. “Now what?”
“Now you go back to your room and study the files you’ve been given.”
And that’s exactly what happens. Tad and the two soldiers escort me to the room. By the time we’re there, all of my bags are sitting in the hallway—the ones not in my arms. Tad keys in a code to the door, and it opens. I’m desperate to see if Jensen is in the room, but I’m forced to wait until all of my packages are placed inside. Tad then motions me forward.
With my heart racing, I step into the room to find Jensen standing by the table, his body tense and his chiseled face sharply defined. Tad steps inside, stares down Jensen, and then backs out of the room. The door shuts, and the buzzer signals a lock settling into place.
“Hi,” I say softly, feeling ridiculously nervous.
“What did they do to you?”
I motion to the bags. “I was forced to shop with Tad on my heels the entire time.”
“They’re trying to seduce you into liking this place.”
“It won’t work.”
I blink, and he’s closed the space between us, his hand pressing to my face and his lips at my ear. “The cameras are gone, but I don’t know if I got all of the recording devices. They want me to seduce you into submission, but this isn’t for them. It’s for me.” He pulls back and stares down at me. “For us.” His mouth closes down over mine.
Chapter sixteen
Jensen
She is so damn soft and yielding in my arms, and damn it, she tastes like sugar, and I’m officially an addict. If we die, and it’s possible we will, I am not going to leave this Earth without every part of her on my lips, at least once. I deepen the kiss, and she moans softly—the sound low and sexy—and I’m officially over the edge. I need this woman like I need my next breath.
Her hands slide under my shirt, soft and cool against my hot skin. I’m burning alive. I reach over my head, tug the tee up, and toss it away. My mouth is pressing to hers again, hungrily devouring her, my hand sliding over her hair and tangling into the silky strands.
I tug her gaze to mine. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you?”
“Show me,” she whispers, and there is something so damn hot about scientist Layla and her boldness, I can’t even explain it. Her geeky, schoolgirl persona has always turned me on. My hands slide under her leggings, and I cup her bare backside. Talk about hard as a rock. I have wanted her sweet little ass in my hands for fourteen freaking years.
I scoop her up, and her legs slide around my waist—another fantasy of mine, so thank you, God. I walk to the bed, her arms around my neck, as I lay her down on the mattress and slide between her legs. She’s panting; her lashes flutter, heavy with arousal.
I kiss her and tug her tank and bra down, my thumbs stroking her perky nipples. She captures my wrist. “You’re sure they can’t see us?” she whispers.
“You’re for me, not them,” I promise, reaching down to catch the hem of her blouse, ready to have the barriers ripped away. I want her naked breasts pressed to my chest, her body next to mine, with nothing between us.
That’s when the buzzer on the door goes off, and fuck me! I yank Layla’s shirt into place, and I’m on my feet facing Tad as he steps into the small room. He smirks. “I see you wasted no time checking out the lingerie I helped her pick out.”
Anger bubbles inside me, and I’d lunge at him if Layla didn’t wrap herself around my arm. “He’s lying. He tried to watch me. I spit at him.”
The sour look on his face tells me that’s the truth. He holds up two vials. “ICE, baby,” he purrs to Layla. “Come and get it, and kiss your dealer goodnight.”
He’s trying to rile me up, probably testing me for Julian, finding out just how possessive I am, and I don’t even fucking care. I’m in front of him in an instant, toe-to-toe. “Kiss me, bastard. Let’s see how that goes. It’s a sick fuck that takes what a woman doesn’t want to give, but you were always a sick fuck, Tad.”