Shit, I’m going to lose them.
An insane urge to scream his name rises in my throat, but I swallow it down. Instead, I launch myself down the stairs, defying gravity and common sense as I leap over multiple steps at once.
My feet slam onto the concrete with such force that my teeth clash together like cymbals, sending shockwaves through my skull. But I don’t pause to check for injuries. I can’t. I race towards the convoy of vehicles pulling away and throw myself in front of the car I saw Rafael get into.
The car screeches to a halt, tires screaming, and I slam my palms down on the hood as the bumper grazes my knees, my body weight almost buckling under the impact.That was too fucking close.
The passenger door swings open and the guy from the club steps out, glaring at me like he wants to murder me where I stand. Without a word, he moves to the back door, opening it with clear intent.
He wants me to get in.
My heart hammers against my ribs, but I don’t hesitate. I limp towards the open door and climb inside, ignoring everyscreaming voice of reason in my head. The door slamming shut behind me is like a guillotine closing—but I don’t care. No going back now.
My eyes instantly flick to the man sitting opposite me, only to find him already watching, his grey gaze unreadable yet scorching.
“What? Are you here to arrest me, Agent Rossi?” He leans forward, pressing a button that raises the partition between us and his men. Privacy. The car begins moving again, and a flash of panic hits me about abandoning the crime scene. But it evaporates when Rafael’s gaze meets mine again.
He has this infuriating ability to short-circuit my brain with just a look—melting logic, reason, and every ounce of good judgment under that silver stare.
“What was that back there? Why did you do that?” I barely have the presence of mind to ask the question that led me into his vehicle.Focus!
“What would you have rather I did then? Stand there and watch him blow your brains out?” His words are harsh, crude—but his voice is hoarse, like just saying the words gets to him.
My heart rate triples, blood rushing so loudly in my ears I can barely hear him over the roar. He’s not the only one affected. “I–It’s none of your business what happens to me. You shouldn't have interfered. Now I’ll have to field questions from my supervisor and colleagues, and I?—”
“Why are you in my vehicle, Emilia? You’re going to face even more questions for being here,” he points out patiently.
He’s right. Of course, he’s right. We’d just overtaken our adversaries, and just when it was time to seal the victory and make the arrests… I left the scene? It’s unprecedented. Reckless. Completely inexplicable.
I stare at him helplessly, defenseless against his calm logic. “I–I don’t know. I just–I just didn’t want you to leave without talking to you. I–” I cut myself off sharply, shaking my head inshock at the words spilling out of my mouth. “What the hell is wrong with me? You killed?—”
Rafael glowers at me, and before my brain can process his movement, he’s right next to me, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a fierce, angry kiss. A surprised gasp escapes me and he inhales it, swallowing the sound as he deepens the kiss.
Oh God.
Goosebumps erupt across every inch of my skin as all the sexual tension from the other night—when I left desperate and unsatisfied—comes rushing back, making me dizzy with need. My eyes flutter shut, senses heightening to an almost unbearable degree.
The low hum of the car’s engine suddenly feels seductive, vibrating through my body in a way that sends a sensual pulse between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together instinctively, and even that small pressure sparks a jolt of pleasure.
The car grows hotter by the second as our kiss intensifies, the air thick with tension. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back with everything I have. He drinks it in, letting out a low, pleased groan—and as if my touch was permission, his hands leave my head, letting it fall gently against the cool window as he explores my body, setting off electric bursts until I’m nothing but a hot-wired pleasure point.
“Always with the fucking jeans,” he mutters against my mouth, anger lacing his words. Then he breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat as his fingers attack the button on my waist. The sound of my zipper being undone is obscenely loud in the confined space, sending drugging anticipation straight to my core.
He tugs at the jeans with growing impatience, then pulls away with a snarl to take something out beneath his seat—a sharp curved knife.
“Rafael…” Warning flickers through my lust-fogged brain.
He ignores my weak protest completely, leaning down to drag the knife’s sharp edge along the inside of my jeans. The hard material parts like butter in heat, giving way with a loud rip—andfuck me—that only sends my lust skyrocketing. This man wants me so badly he’s cutting through my clothes rather than wasting another second.
Once the jeans are off, his hands are back on me, and I assist eagerly, sliding over his legs to straddle him. He yanks my jacket off with barely contained ferocity, then tears away my shirt until I’m sitting on his lap in just my bra and panties.
His eyes darken to molten silver, and he licks his lips as he leans in to bury his face between my breasts. I moan shamelessly, head falling back in surrender as I clutch at his hair.
He grabs a fistful of mine in return as he guides me down, tilting my head to control the angle before claiming my lips again, this time in a rougher, harder kiss. Our tongues meet in a sensual dance, but he immediately dominates mine, drawing it into his mouth to take a drugging pull I feel right in my core.
I moan long and deep into his mouth, and his teeth sink into my lower lip in a sharp bite that sends pain flashing through me—only to soothe it immediately by licking over the spot before diving back in for another searing kiss. The warring sensations of pain and pleasure mingle dangerously, stoking the pressure building in my core.
Am I seriously going to orgasm from just a kiss? What kind of witchcraft is this?
