Elemental Assassin 01 - Spider's Bite

and we were safe enough up here. Haley and Alexis James should be scrambling, trying to figure out what to do, how to answer my demands. That had been the whole point of blindsiding them in public. They weren’t a threat to us right now. As for the giant, it would take him hours to search the country club, if he even bothered. Mab Monroe had probably called him back to her side already, considering the mess I’d made getting away from him.
    Donovan Caine and I had fifty long minutes all to ourselves. My eyes slid down the detective’s body. I couldn’t think of a more pleasurable way to pass the time.
    I cleared my throat. Donovan stopped his pacing to look at me.
    “You know if the James sisters agree to our demands, this is over. Tomorrow, we’ll all go back to our regularly scheduled lives,” I said. “Finn. You. Me.”
    Donovan nodded. “I know.”
    He stared at me, emotions sliding over his face. Desire. Want. Need. Guilt. His hazel eyes devoured me, moving from my lips to my breasts and legs and back up again. But he made no move to come toward me. No move to take what he so clearly wanted. Up to me, then.
    I got to my feet and slowly approached him. My stilettos clacked on the floor. Donovan flinched at the sound, but he didn’t look away from me. He couldn’t, any more than I could stop coming at him.
    I stopped about a foot in front of the detective. My gray gaze drifted over his body, as his had done to mine a moment before. Lean shoulders, solid chest, coiled strength. I liked what I saw.
    “You’re an attractive man, detective,” I said. “I’m an attractive woman. And here we are, all alone. Together.”
    He didn’t say anything. Didn’t take the opening. So I continued.
    “Yesterday, when we were at the nightclub, when I was sitting on your lap, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to tear your jeans off, wanted to feel you inside me, going deeper and deeper until we were both screaming. Didn’t you?”
    A muscle in his cheek twitched. Still, Donovan didn’t move.
    “Despite our differences, I’m attracted to you, detective. Something about you fascinates me. I want you like I haven’t wanted anybody in a long time. I think you feel the same way about me.”
    For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But he did.
    “I do want you.”
    His voice was low, tight, strained. The confession cost him. It was all he could do to keep from reaching for me. Good thing I had no qualms about making the first move.
    I stepped into his arms and put my hands on his shoulders. Then I raised my head and gazed into his hazel eyes. “So, why don’t we do something about it?” 

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    Caine stared at me. “Not a good idea, Gin. We’re here for a reason, remember? To get the James sisters to back off. Nothing else. They could be looking for us.”
    Wild desperation colored his eyes. Caine was trying to save himself, but I wasn’t going to let him.
    “A poor excuse. Haley and Alexis are too busy arguing about what to do right now. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t find us. They probably think we left the club already to go somewhere and wait for their call. Until then, we’ve got nothing but time.”
    I leaned up and put my mouth beside his ear. Caine’s shoulders jerked underneath my hands. He was on the edge.
    “If you’re worried about protection, well, I take my little white pills, so there won’t be any unwanted consequences. And I assume you have a condom or two in your wallet like most men.” I drew in a deep breath. “As for the issues between us, I don’t care that we’ll be on opposite sides again tomorrow. After everything that’s happened, I want what I can have today. I want you, detective. Right here, right now.”
    I pressed my lips to his.
    It was like I’d shocked him with a live wire. He just—exploded. Donovan Caine let out a growl and yanked me to him. He turned me around and backed me against the wall, his hands bunching up the soft fabric of my dress. The detective crushed his lips against mine. This time, I didn’t have to tease his mouth open. His tongue was already thrusting against mine. I welcomed the sensation.
    His smell—that intoxicating, sharp scent of soap—filled my nose. Shredding my own control. My hands were everywhere. His face, neck, chest. Kneading, clutching, wanting more. Wanting to feel every inch of him at once. Trying to hang on to something that would be gone the second we left this room.
    Once he had my dress out of the way,