Page 126 of Covert Mission
I can’t move. My feet have grown roots. But I don’t need to, because Lucas stalks toward me. Slowly. Deliberately. Vibrating with his anger, still.
He latches one hand around my upper arm and the other around the back of my neck.
Then he brings us nose to nose.
His chest is pumping like a piston. Like he’s been running… or he’s EXTREMELY mad.
“Do you have any idea how goddamned worried I’ve been about you?”
I absolutely cannot think with him so close. Anything I say would come out as incoherent grunts and moans. When I don’t speak, he leans closer.
He smells so good. Right down to the tease of peppermint on his breath.
His tone drops to a rough growl. “I’ve been tearing this country apart looking for you. My team is searching too. So, you know what that means? We’re not doing our job.”
His tone is deceptively calm, but his body language is screaming—ticking bomb. There’s a battering ram of energy coming off him.
He tilts his head and studies me with a gleam in his eyes. “You picked the wrong person to hide from. I spent the last fifteen years hunting people.”
Perturbed, mostly at myself, I snap at him. “And?”
“Not only did I find you, I recognize what you are.”
“Maybe I wasn’t hiding. I have some things I need to deal with.”
His cocoa-brown eyes are electric with his frustration.
Dammit, why didn’t I think about his ability to track people? Of course, he’d figure out where I went, not that it was some sophisticated escape. I went to the next city and was going to rent a hotel room.
That was the plan… before I got myself into trouble…
I continue to prove my stupidity.
“What am I, Lucas? An idiot? Because that sure is what I feel like. I got fired from FamFind because I couldn’t control myself around you.”
He moves, lightning fast, and I find myself pressed against the wall with a hot, sculpted body molded against me from my knees to breasts.
I’m wearing a scowl, but my ovaries are doing a fan-girl dance.
Even though I know it’s useless, I push against his chest with my palms. “Back off, Lucas. You’re crowding me.”
“Yep.”
I growl at him.
His right hand loosens from around my bicep and slips down my arm until he’s got my wrist in his warm, strong grip.
He levers my arm above my head. Then he quickly does the same with my other hand. In an instant, he’s shifted his hold so both my wrists are pinned above my head against the wall in one of his hands.
I’m breathing fast now, my heart is zooming around. I’m dizzy from his overwhelming size. Something unwanted and unfamiliar is happening inside my core.
Thatcan’tbe hunger.
I sound raspy and mad. “What are you doing?”
“Getting answers.”
When I bare my teeth, he makes a rumbly male sound. Then he grips my chin.