He was about seconds away from spreading those pretty legs and making certain she tasted just as good as he thought she did.
Thankfully, before she could say anything more, the elevator opened, depositing them into the lobby. The doorman, Clive, had a wide smile on his hangdog face as Risa walked toward him.
“Now look how pretty,” he said, his eyes following Risa’s every move. “It’s good to see you out and about after that nasty wreck the other day. I couldn’t believe the news report when I saw it, Miss Clay. There are sure some nasty people in the world.”
“Yes, there are,” she murmured as Clive held the door open. “Thank you, Clive.”
“You’re always welcome, Miss Clay.” There was concern and curiosity in the older man’s face as Micah passed by him.
Clive was the perfect doorman for the upscale apartment, Micah thought as he hid a grin. Cultured, his nose just a little in the air. His bald head and the goatee and mustache gave the perfect impression of superior standing.
The limo was waiting in the drive with Travis at the wheel. The ex–MI6 agent moved quickly to open the back door and closed it firmly after Micah moved into the interior.
“So we have a limo at our disposal now,” Risa muttered. “What does your cover give for employment?”
“Navy SEAL and stock market analyst,” he answered. “That’s the work I do on the computer. It’s actually a hobby of mine.”
A hobby that had paid off in more ways than one. Micah had made some very interesting contacts through the few clients he had. Clients he had courted and now made use of in the interests of the team and the operations they took on.
Her lips pressed together as Travis moved into the driver’s seat and put the vehicle in gear. Micah hit the switch at the side of the door and raised the privacy glass between them as he watched Risa with a knowing quirk to his lips.
The angrier he made her, the braver she seemed to get. It was a side of Risa he was certain he wouldn’t have become acquainted with if he hadn’t attempted to have her moved. He’d hurt her, and he regretted that. But he had also learned that she had triggers that could draw her past the fears and uncertainties he knew filled her. Anger was one of the triggers; arousal was another. Confrontation had an impact as well.
He’d tried to handle her with kid gloves, tried to treat her gently, but he was learning there was much more to Risa than he had ever imagined when he challenged her.
He wondered how much further she could be pushed before they reached the club.
“Come here.” He lowered his voice, let it rasp along his throat, and wanted to crow at the slight tremor that raced over her as she stared back at him in surprise and anger.
“You must be joking.” The haughty tone almost had him grinning. Damn, she made him hot when she looked down her nose at him.
“Actually, I’m not.” He hardened his voice commandingly. “Come over here.” He patted his lap.
And she laughed. The sound was filled with bitterness. “Not on your life, Micah.”
Before she could evade him, he reached across the small space between the seats, gripped her wrists, and pulled her quickly to his lap.
Before she could fight, he did what he’d been dying to do since the night before. His head lowered and he caught her lips in a heated, lust-filled kiss.
His tongue parted her lips and the sweet taste of her hit his senses like wildfire. He’d waited until now to taste her. It was the only way to hold on to his self-control, the knowledge that he had a limited time to touch her, taste her, before they’d be interrupted.
He held her to him, one arm around her back, the other over her hips. His hand clasped her thigh beneath the hem of the short dress.
Her struggles diminished, not that she had seriously fought to be free. Her lips moved beneath his, and a female cry of need tore past her hungry lips as he turned and bore her to her back beneath him.
She tasted like summer and sweet sunshine. Her arms twined around his neck and her thighs parted at the urging of his hand between her thighs.
And he was right. She was wet. So damned wet the silk panel of her panties was heated and damp against his fingertips. Her pussy was juicing, and for one insane moment Micah had to struggle against the need to tear the thin covering from her and plunge inside her.
Instead, his fingers pushed beneath the material, found her silken slick folds and the saturated flesh beyond. Heated syrup met the two fingers that eased slowly inside her entrance. She was snug, fist tight, and so hot as she gripped him that he wanted to shout in triumph.
Her hips arched to him as he kept her lips busy beneath his. Her legs fell farther apart, one foot resting on the floor as she arched and pushed his fingers deeper inside her.
His thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed against it with a subtle rocking motion that had wild cries echoing in her throat.
His lips slanted over hers to kiss her deeper, to draw her as deep into the morass of sensations as he was being drawn. There was nothing as sweet, as hot, as Risa. She claimed a part of his soul with her innocent hunger and wild cries, and he prayed she never realized it.
Maintaining his distance was practically impossible when she wasn’t in his arms. When he held her this close, felt the luscious heat of her body wrapped around his fingers, then all chance of distance disintegrated. She was heated honey, pure sensual female, and she was eroding his control into the dust.