Forged in Desire (The Protectors #1)(24)
He shifted his stance to lean closer to her and began lowering his head toward hers. He started nipping lightly at her mouth. She could no longer deny what was taking over her mind and her body. Nor could she dismiss the hungry throb of her lips that wanted to be fully taken by his.
The tiny nips continued. Was he intentionally trying to drive her crazy by playing with her mouth instead of giving her a full, heated kiss? Surely he could hear her tiny moans, the way her breath was being forced from her lungs. Then finally with a confidence that shot arousal through every part of her body, he fully covered her mouth with his.
Margo felt his tongue enter her mouth, glide slowly around before finally touching hers, capturing it and proceeding to suck on it. She’d barely gotten the chance to familiarize herself with Striker’s taste when his phone rang. Muttering a curse, he released her mouth to answer. Margo drew in a deep breath while thinking she should be thankful for the intrusion; it had shocked some sense into her.
She needed to get away from him, escape into her workroom, try to forget all about that short—yet satisfying—kiss and begin work on Claudine’s wedding gown. She wanted to be any place but here when Striker ended the call. But the tenseness in his voice and his glance her way told Margo the call was about her, so she decided for the time being to stay put. He was no longer saying anything. Just nodding every so often while keeping his gaze firmly on her.
The call lasted a few moments longer and then he said, “Okay, keep me posted,” before clicking off the phone.
“What was that about?” she asked, taking the chance he might tell her that it wasn’t any of her business.
He rubbed his face as if he was frustrated about something. “An arrest has been made.”
She threw her hand to her throat. Surprised. Elated. “They got the assassin?”
He shrugged. “The federal agents think so.”
She studied his expression and saw the definite lack of jubilance. “But you don’t?”
“Let’s just say I choose to err on the side of caution. I’m willing to wait it out and see.”
Wait it out? For how long? Did that mean he had no intention of packing up and leaving based on the assumption she was now safe? “So, what do you suggest we do now?”
He rubbed his face again. “The final decision will have to come from your uncle, but I suggest we continue as planned until we know for certain they have the right guy.”
Continue as planned? Margo wanted to ask exactly how long that might be, but she didn’t. Instead she began backing up, needing time by herself to think. And give herself a good scolding for letting him kiss her.
“Fine. I’ll go along with whatever you and my uncle decide. In the meantime, like you suggested, I will err on the side of caution. Now I need to go online and order the materials for Claudine’s wedding gown. And before you remind me, I know to stay away from the window.”
And then she turned and hurried out of the kitchen.
*
STRIKER FOLLOWED HER as far as the living room and stood by the sofa. From his position he could see her sit down at her workroom computer. It was only then that he crossed to the fireplace and stared at the flames. What the hell had happened in her kitchen? The desire he’d felt for her had shocked him to the core. And when he’d kissed her, he hadn’t wanted to stop. The kiss had packed a wallop but had been way too short.
When had a woman—a woman he was protecting—made him lose control? What was there about her that whenever he touched her, something inside of him would snap, make him even more aware of her as a woman? A woman he wanted.
With that admission, he drew in a sharp breath, clenched his jaw and tightened his hands into fists at his sides. He needed to start thinking with the right head and not the one that wanted like hell to get inside of her. It wasn’t that kind of party, especially with her. He needed to rope in his horny thoughts and concentrate on what he promised Roland he would do—protect her.
Needing to see her again, he walked back to the sofa and stared into the workroom. She hadn’t moved. And at that moment, as if she felt his gaze on her, she looked up from her computer. Damn. He felt it again. Desire so intense it was like a living element, stirring across his skin, being inhaled through his nose and getting absorbed into his body. That was the last thing he wanted or needed, and he immediately broke eye contact with her and walked into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
What the hell had happened to bring on this turn of events? They had been at odds until agreeing to a truce. In this case, a cease-fire between them might not have been such a good idea after all. Once their hands had touched to shake on it, some sort of dam had broken and it was on. He didn’t want to think what would have happened had he not gotten that call, and was thankful for the interruption. By rights, he should have known better. But deep down, he knew why he’d done it. He’d needed to see if the desire he’d felt when he touched her yesterday had been real or a figment of his imagination.
It had definitely been real.
He was trying to hold on to his sanity where Margo was concerned. The last thing he needed was to let her become his passion. Something he thought he couldn’t do without. He thought of something else that used to be his passion. Football.
It had been his dream to one day play for the NFL. Chances were he would have done so, but he hadn’t followed his mother’s orders about Wade. She didn’t care how much he loved football, didn’t care how much it had become his passion. She felt that the important thing was for him to look after Wade while she worked nights. Not wanting to miss any football practices, he’d thought that he’d found the best solution. In the end, he’d lost his brother because he had refused to give up something that had become a passion of his. Never again would he let something like that happen. Roland had entrusted Margo to him...just like his mother had entrusted Wade to him. Although his mother never blamed him for anything, he’d always blamed himself.