Rage (Benson Security 3)

“I am not your employee,” someone else said. “I’m your partner. I don’t take orders from you or anyone else.”

Ah, it was Rachel. Isobel cast a glance at Joe, and he shrugged. “Welcome to Benson Security, or as we fondly call it, hell.”

“You’re part of this team,” Callum roared. “I’m in charge of this team. You need to pull your weight.”

“And you need to get laid before we kill you,” Rachel shouted. “For the love of Gucci, call the woman and tell her you’re sorry. Do whatever it takes to get her back. Buy her things. Give her money. Promise her a pony. Just get her back before it’s too late for all of us.”

There was a roar of approval at Rachel’s statement.

“For the last time,” Callum barked, “we didn’t split up. She needs time to think.”

“About what?” Rachel asked.

“How the hell am I supposed to know? Can anyone really tell what a woman is thinking? She’s had some bad experiences. She needed to think. I’m giving her time because I’m a bloody modern man! If I wasn’t, I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and locked her up until she got over this crap.”

“You’re a modern man?” someone asked.

“Damn straight. I’m sensitive,” Callum shouted.

Isobel started to giggle and covered her mouth. With a shake of his head, Joe put his hand on the door.

“You can see why we need you,” he said as he pushed the door open. “Hey, Mr Modern Man, you’ve got a visitor.”

Isobel followed him into the room and found everyone seated around a large table. Well, everyone except Callum and Rachel, who were standing at one end, glaring at each other. As soon as they all saw her, there was a cheer.

“About time!” Elle shouted.

Isobel blushed, and then her eyes caught Callum’s. Everything else faded away. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed and then he was stalking towards her.

“Everybody out,” Megan shouted, and people rushed past Isobel without even stopping to say hello.

Isobel froze, like prey in the sight of a large, hungry cat. Callum came right up to her, slammed the conference door shut, slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her. Her back slammed against the wall and his mouth was on hers. All before she’d even managed to take a breath.

She was here.

Nothing else matt

ered except the fact Isobel had walked into his office on her own two feet. She’d come looking for him and he didn’t care why, because no matter her excuses, he wasn’t letting her go this time. He threaded his fingers through her hair and clasped the back of her head as his mouth came down on hers.

Bliss.

Cinnamon-chocolate bliss. Isobel. Nothing tasted like Isobel. Nothing slaked his hunger the way she did. Nothing felt as good in his arms as Isobel. He’d been lost without her. Trying to work his way back into his life while he felt like he really was only half a man. His better half was missing. She was in Scotland, trying to find herself. And he’d run out of patience waiting for her. He’d planned to give her until the weekend and then deal with the situation the only way he knew how—kidnapping.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. He felt her legs curl around his hips as he pressed her against the wall. It felt right. Perfect. He felt complete for the first time in weeks. And he needed more. He needed to be inside her. Joined to her. Part of her.

She ripped her mouth from his and he moved to her throat, teasing the sensitive skin he found there.

“I came here to talk,” she said breathlessly.

“Then talk.” He just didn’t plan on stopping while she did it.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she tugged his face up out of the crook of her neck.

“Callum, I need to talk.” She didn’t look like she needed to talk. She looked like she needed him.

“The only thing I want to hear is you telling me that you’re here for good. Have you decided to give us a chance, Isobel?” Man, she was beautiful.

Her blue eyes softened. “Yes,” she said, and Callum wanted to roar.