Free Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh Page B

that in his head, but
logic could never apply to how he reacted over Kira, especially when
    another man was around, no matter who that man might be. He
wanted to be the only one who touched
    her.
    He didn't even bother to jack off again. Masturbation
wasn't helping. He knew this mood, or at least a
    weak facsimile of it. The tension invading him wouldn't
ease until he fucked her. Until he fucked her until
    neither of them could breathe for the pleasure tearing
through them.
    So why was he waiting? She was over there, accessible to
him, and it was more than apparent that she
    wasn't going anywhere.
    But she was a woman.
    Ian snorted at that thought. Oh yeah, she was a woman. She
was all woman. And Ian couldn't push
    back the thought that it was his responsibility to protect
her, to shelter her. He didn't want her involved in
    this mess, and yet she seemed determined to immerse herself
in it.
    So determined that no more than a few months after her own
brush with death during that Atlanta
    assignment, she had been in Nathan's hospital bathroom,
lying in wait, eavesdropping on their
    conversation.
    A mocking grin shaped his lips. She had known his visit to
Nathan had been arranged. She had said as
    much. She had guessed all along that this was an operation.
But how much of that operation had she
    guessed?
    And now, here she was, poking her nose into the most
dangerous assignment he had ever undertaken,
    for whatever reason.
    He needed to know that reason, he realized. He needed to
know why she was here and what she
    wanted. And he needed one more taste of her. Just to see if
she was as hot, as sweet, as mind-numbing
     
    as he remembered.
    He needed his head examined was what he needed.
    Ian grimaced as he threw himself into the cushioned chair
in the sitting area of his room and stared
    broodingly at the window that looked out over her villa.
    Propping his hand on the arm of the chair, he rubbed at his
lips with his finger and glared at the window.
    That damned woman was nothing but trouble. She was going to
make him crazy.
    Going to? Hell, she already had made him crazy. He should
be in his study going over the supply routes
    the cartel soldiers used to transport the drugs from the
warehouses to the transport ships and cargo
    planes flying them out.
    He had a million different details to see to. If Diego
Fuentes had been decent enough to apply his genius
    to a legitimate business then he could have enjoyed a far
healthier lifestyle. And perhaps Ian could have
    respected the man whose blood he shared.
    And though he hated admitting it, Ian knew they were
possibly too much alike. They were just on wrong
    sides of a war and the fine line between decency and
immorality.
    He had to deal with Fuentes and Sorrell, Ian told himself,
he couldn't afford to worry about Kira in the
    mix. Pushing himself out of the chair, he stalked to the
door of his bedroom suite and jerked it open,
    intent on doing the job he had set for himself that night.
    The supply lines had to be changed and the product insured.
Until he caught Sorrell, he had to show the
    bastard that the Fuentes cartel had the best supply lines,
the best underground network, and most
    efficient men in the business. That was the reason Sorrell
had pinpointed Fuentes to begin with. Because
    the cartel moved its drugs with the least amount of
difficulty or interference.
    Ian had caught on quickly after entering the business to
how Diego and his father before him had set up
    the cartel's vast network. They didn't just have drugs
going into every nation of the world, but they
    transported weapons, information, and a vast array of other
illegal products. Pirated software and music,
    clothing and accessories. Even, at odd times, criminal figures
looking for escape.
    The cartel had it all, except terrorism. Diego Fuentes had
never allowed himself to be infected with the
    fanatical beliefs that drove such men. He'd supply them
with arms; after all, according to Diego, that was
    business.