Obsession Untamed (Feral Warriors #2)(45)

“Okay?” he asked.

“Ah,” she groaned, wrapping her arms around his sweat-slicked back. “Yes. Oh, yes. Better than okay. Better than…Oh, Tighe,” she moaned, as he pushed all the way inside, pulled nearly out of her, then thrust back inside, faster than before. Her eyes rolled back, her eyelids dropping as incredible pleasure became her entire world.

“Delaney, look at me.”

She forced her eyes open as he thrust inside her again and again, his rhythm hard and demanding, at once rough and infinitely gentle.

Again, she stared at herself in the reflection of his sunglasses. Blast it. Here they were as intimate as they could possibly be, and she couldn’t even see his eyes. On a spurt of annoyance, she reached up and grabbed the sunglasses, yanked them off his face, and tossed them onto the floor.

“D, no.” His eyes snapped closed before she could see so much as a hint of the green eyes she’d seen on his twin. “Damn it.”

“I want to see you.”

Eyes closed, he thrust into her, his face a hard mask of concentration. “Your timing sucks, brown eyes.” His mouth came down on hers, and he kissed her hard, almost punishingly, driving home just how little she knew him.

Just how many secrets lay between them.

A lump formed in her throat, mired in anger, even as her body rose, swept away by the desire that flared within her whenever he was close. When the orgasm finally swept over her, she gave herself to it, soaring briefly before crashing back to reality.

She’d given herself to a man in a mask. A man who, even in lovemaking, kept a solid wall between them. What an idiot she was for thinking she could trust him. How could she forget she knew virtually nothing about him. Good grief, she didn’t even know his full name.

She’d never even seen his eyes!

Tighe finished on a satisfied groan, then almost immediately pulled out of her and vaulted to the floor to fetch his sunglasses.

Angry with him and disgusted with herself, she rolled off the bed on the other side, gathered up her clothes, and strode to the bathroom visible on the other side of the room.

“D?”

She slammed the door and locked it behind her. Then she dropped her clothes on the cushioned stool and leaned back against the door.

Sex with a stranger. That’s all it had been. A man she didn’t even know. A man who wouldn’t even look her in the eye. When she’d first woken up and seen him, she’d felt a rush of joy, a need to be in his arms, as if that were the only place she truly belonged. For a short while, she’d allowed herself to be swept away by the fantasy that he was a good man. A man who’d come after her because he cared about her. A fantasy that she was falling just a little bit in love with him.

Ludicrous.

For him she was only a means to an end. A way to catch his brother. And she was an FBI agent with the same mission. It was time she remembered that.

With a growl of frustration, she pushed away from the door to start the shower. He was her captor, plain and simple. Forgetting that small fact and deluding herself into thinking she was developing feelings for him could well get her killed.

Tighe stared at the closed bathroom door, Delaney’s bitter unhappiness lingering on his tongue. He’d known there could never be anything real between them. There were too many lies. Too much she must never know.

And she was beginning to understand that he would never let her in. He’d hoped he could at least finish making love to her before the truth came crashing down on him, but even that wasn’t meant to be.

He locked the bedroom door from the outside, then went upstairs to take a shower and change.

“No wonder you were so keen on getting your hands on this one again,” Jag drawled as he walked through the upstairs living room. “I heard her screaming from here.”

Tighe whirled on him. “Do you want to see my claws?” he bit out.

Jag lifted his hands, palms out. “Nope. Don’t mind me.”

Tighe took a quick shower and was back in the basement apartment, waiting for her, when Delaney came out of the bathroom.

Her gaze met his only briefly as she stepped into the bedroom, dressed once more in the white shirt and navy pants, her hair wet and slicked back from her face.

“Where are my guns?”

“Safe. And out of your reach.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin in challenge. “You said once that if you could get rid of my memories of you, you’d let me go. Is that still true?”

Inside, the tiger shook its head in denial.

“Yes.” He met that challenging gaze, his chest seizing. “If I can get into your mind, I can free you. Then I can absolutely let you go.”

“I won’t remember anything? I won’t remember you?”

“No.”

She nodded once with hard satisfaction. “Do it.”

No. Not yet. He wasn’t ready to send her back. Yet if he could get inside her head, he knew what had to be done to free her from those visions. Which meant he’d almost certainly succeed in stealing her memories, too. He’d succeed in wiping himself from her mind. And her life.

“Delaney.”

That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Of course it was. No attachments, especially to a human. Her back in her own world. Him free to fight the battles he had to fight without worrying about her.