Free Lawe's Justice by Lora Leigh

whom. Rumor was, Lawe spent very few nights alone and his sexuality sure as hell didn’t rest.
    She knew the Bureau had several apartments in town, as well as a safe house, where he and other high-level Enforcers stayed while in D.C.
    What the hell he was doing here this late simply made no sense. Lawe Justice rarely, if ever, stayed in hotels unless he had the Presidential Suite. And she knew the three Presidential Suites were in use by the Russian Wolf and Coyote Pack leaders, as well as the Russian Feline Pride leader.
    “I would have worried about you if I hadn’t known you arrived safe.” He surprised her with his reply. “Damned good thing I did too. You’ve just arrived and I can see how little you’ve taken care of yourself. What good did it do me to rescue you from certain death if you’re just going to commit suicide slowly?”
    Never let it be said that the Breeds didn’t protect their assets to the best of their ability. They did. Even to the point that he was here tonight to ensure she had arrived and was tucked safely in her room.
    “You prefer I do it quicker? That eager to be rid of me, are you?”
    He snorted. “Beats watching you waste away day by day.”
    Why, how sweet, she thought with savage mockery.
    Yeah, right, that was why he was here all right, to check up on her health.
    Bullshit.
    He was there for the same reason she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Because neither of them had the self-control or strength of will to stay away from the other. And that terrified her. In the ten months since he’d rescued her from a Middle Eastern hellhole, he’d consumed not just her fantasies but also her thoughts and her determination not to care for anyone but Rachel and Amber.
    She didn’t need this. Not here, not now, not at a time when she was trying so very hard to make too many decisions where her life was concerned.
    As she turned back to face him, she watched as his gaze shifted from her to the bed, then back.
    The bed was turned down invitingly, ready for them if either had the guts to push it.
    The shower awaited. They could share it, she thought, though it would be a tight fit. The thought of heated water sluicing over his hard, naked body had her knees weakening in arousal and the need for touch.
    Just for touch.
    As he had touched her in England just before he left to return to the States after rescuing her. The way he had stroked the backs of his fingers along her cheek.
    Or just after Brandenmore had finally been captured by Jonas Wyatt. He’d found her in New York that night before she had flown to Turkey for another job.
    He hadn’t taken her. He had just touched her, his calloused fingers playing over her body as though the sensation of her flesh beneath his touch was an ecstasy all its own.
    She had never been undressed and neither had he. He hadn’t touched her below the waist and he hadn’t given her the release her body was crying out for. But he had made her ache.
    Hell, she shouldn’t want to want him like this. She shouldn’t allow herself to want him like this.
    She could be in the bed sleeping off the jet lag and frustration if he would just leave. She could hurry and masturbate, make use of the vibrator hidden in her bags and then rest for a few hours before she had to meet with his boss.
    “Fine, I’m safe and sound,” she finally said, breaking the tense silence growing between them. “You can stop protecting me now and let me get some sleep before I face the big bad prick in the morning.”
    Not that Jonas was really that bad, but it wouldn’t do to let him know she actually liked him. She had a feeling he would take such deliberate advantage of that fact, it wouldn’t even be funny.
    Just as Lawe would take full advantage of the sheer fascination she had for him, if he knew of it.
    Letting him know would be the biggest mistake she could possibly make.
    Lawe kept watching her. His gaze was like a dominant, powerful caress she couldn’t evade.
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