Crave (02) by J.R. Ward

Author:J.R. Ward [Ward, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-12T07:00:00+00:00

"They'l torture you. To make you talk."

That shut her up.

And he kept going. "Your father knows this. So do I--and believe me, during training I got put through an interrogation session, so I know precisely what they'l do to you. The only way I can be sure you don't get that is if you real y don't have anything to say. Frankly, you're too close to this anyway--through no fault of your own."

"God . . . I hate this." The trembling in her body wasn't about fear. It was rage, pure and simple. "I just want to hit something."

"Okay." He tightened her fist and drew her arm back over her shoulder. "Take it out on me."

"What--"

"Hit me. Tear my eyes out. Do anything you have to."

"Are you mad?"

"Yes. Insane." He dropped his hold on her and braced his weight, staying close . . . close enough so she could cork him a good one if she wanted to. "I'l be your punching bag, your Kevlar vest, your bodyguard . . . I'l do anything to help you get through this."

"You're crazy," she breathed.

As she stared up at him al flushed and alive, the heat in his blood surged--and took them into even more dangerous territory. For fuck's sake, like he needed to get sexed up? Now, yet again, was not the time or the place.

So natural y, he asked, "What's it going to be . . . Do you want to hit me or kiss me?"

In the wake of the demand, Grier ran her tongue over her lips and Isaac tracked the movement like a predator. Yet it was clear as he stayed where he was that what happened next was up to her.

Which proved what kind of man he was in spite of the profession he'd fal en into.

On her side, she wasn't thinking anything remotely professional. She was confused and off-kilter--this was last night al over again with the reckless buzzing. But that wasn't what compel ed her now.

This could be the only time she had with him. Ever. She'd spent al afternoon wondering where he was, if he was okay . . . if she would see him again. If he was stil alive. He was a stranger who had somehow become very important to her. And though the timing was horrible, you couldn't schedule the opportunities you had.

Dropping her arm, she uncoiled the fist he'd made for her, and as it came down, she wished she could keep it to herself because that was a more responsible choice. Instead, she leaned into him and put her palm between his legs. On a growl low in his throat, his hips thrust forward.

He was hard and thick.

And had to hold himself up as he swayed.

"I won't stop this time," he growled.

She tightened her grip on him. "I just want to be with you. Once."

"That can be arranged."

They met in the middle in a blaze, lips crushing, arms winding around, bodies coming together. In the dim kitchen, he picked

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