Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7) - Page 13
Rachel blinked at him. “Uh, getting a drink?” That part had seemed pretty obvious.
“What you were doing with the blond, Rachel? The blond jerk who was leaning way too close to you in that pub.”
The same way that Dylan had been leaning close?
“Now isn’t the time for you to start looking for a new guy.” Definite anger now. “We need to find out if Jack is back here, killing. We don’t need you to hook up with some—”
She shoved against his chest.
The move caught them both off guard.
Beneath the streetlamp, Rachel saw Dylan’s eyes widen.
“You don’t get to control my personal life,” Rachel told him flatly. What persona
l life? The fact that she didn’t have one wasn’t the point. “And neither does Jack. Got it?”
He gazed back at her.
“On missions, I follow your orders. But what I do on my own time...that’s my business.” She stalked away from him, heading back toward her apartment building.
Then she heard the distinct thud of his footsteps as Dylan rushed after her. He’d better be coming to apologize.
Right. She’d never actually heard Dylan apologize for anything.
His fingers curled around her arm. He spun her back to face him. “Your last lover was a killer. I’d think that you’d want to—”
“You’re wrong!” The words erupted from her.
And something strange happened to Dylan’s face. They were right under the streetlight, so it was incredibly easy for her to read his expression. Surprise flashed first, slackening his mouth, but then fury swept over his face. A hard mask of what truly looked like rage. “You’re involved with someone else? You’re sleeping with someone?”
Since when did she have to check in with Dylan about her love life? “He wasn’t my lover.”
His hold tightened on her. “What?”
“Adam. Jack. Whatever he’s calling himself. He. Wasn’t. My. Lover.” There. She’d said it. It felt good to get that out. “We were going away together that weekend. We hadn’t...” Rachel cleared her throat. “He wasn’t my lover.” She yanked away from him, angry now, too. “Not that it’s any of your business who I’m sleeping with—”
“It is.” He snarled the words and he yanked her up against his chest. “It shouldn’t be...but it is.”
And his mouth took hers.
Chapter Two
He shouldn’t have kissed her. Dylan knew that truth all the way down to his soul. His hands were supposed to stay off her.
But instead, he was pulling her as close as he could get her.
He’d fantasized about her mouth too many times. Red, bow-shaped lips. That plump lower lip. He’d wanted her mouth on his. Wanted her.
Now he had her.
Her taste made him drunk. It gave him a far better rush than the whiskey. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. His hips pushed against her.
And the woman had to be feeling just how turned on he was by her. When Rachel walked into a room, hell, he got turned on instantly. There was no stopping his reaction to her.
She didn’t shove him away again. He expected her to push him back, but she didn’t. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue slipped out to rub lightly against his own.
Every muscle in his body tensed.
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