Free Delta Force Desire by C.J. Miller Page B

tingled, and she felt a wave of dizziness.
    â€œI tried to keep them off you.”
    Being close to Griffin had worked her up in a different way. “The issue was keeping women off you.”
    He inclined his head. “I don’t care if people bump into me.”
    He was a rock. Of course he wouldn’t. Had he missed the intention in those women’s eyes? “I don’t think those women were just bumping into you. They were propositioning you.”
    Griffin made a sound of acknowledgment. “Wasn’t my first rave. It’s not my scene, either.”
    Hadn’t he enjoyed the attention of the women who had surrounded him? “You could have chosen one of those women to take home.” Why was she picking at this wound? What did she want him to say? That he would love to have taken home one or two women to see what fun they could have?
    â€œMaybe I could have. I wouldn’t.”
    She should have let the conversation drop. “Because you’re working.”
    â€œI’m working, and I was there with you.”
    Loyalty. Interesting. “I could have fended for myself.”
    â€œUndoubtedly. But I didn’t want some man groping you. The only way to stop that was to make it clear to every person who came within a foot of you that you were mine. Are mine.”
    His possessiveness struck a chord with her, and she felt as if the air had been sucked from her lungs. Her skin prickled and her insides clutched with yearning. “Do you feel strange?”
    Concern crossed his face. “No, do you? What do you need?”
    She was tingling across her breasts and between her legs, like an itch demanding she scratch it, stroke it, handle it. “Sex.” And a soda. Cookies. Mostly sex, though.
    Griffin drew himself to full height. “I can’t help you with that, and I won’t approve of you picking a partner to take to our hotel room. Not until I’ve screened him, and that will take days.”
    â€œNo sex, then?” she asked, her breasts feeling heavy.
    â€œNo sex.”
    As they walked, an ache, a deep throb between her legs, pulsed distractingly. A chill swept over her from her head to her feet, leaving her core feeling hot and the rest of her exposed. “Griffin, I feel sick.”
    Griffin faced her. “Did you eat anything in that club? Drink anything?”
    She shook her head. “You were with me the entire time.”
    Griffin lifted her and carried her beneath the streetlight. He searched her, kneeling in front of her and running his hands over her bare skin.
    â€œThat’s not helping me not want sex,” she said, pressing into his hands as they moved over her. His touch was so good. Too good.
    He swore and pulled something from her thigh. It stung like ripping off an adhesive bandage.
    â€œWhat is that?” she asked.
    He took out his phone, snapped a picture of it and slipped it into his pocket. “You were drugged.”
    Her eyes went wide. “With what?” She hadn’t taken anything stronger than over-the-counter medicine in her life.
    â€œIt explains why you’ve been talking to me so frankly. And why you’re rubbing against me.”
    She was not aware she had been. She stilled her body.
    Griffin lifted her and raced with her in his arms toward their hotel room.

Chapter 5
    C arrying Kit through the hotel while she was moaning—a low moan, like she was in the throes of passion—invited stares. Since they were trying to stay under the radar, Griffin tucked her head against his shoulder to prevent anyone from recognizing her. His phone was vibrating, but he couldn’t answer it.
    Every movement elicited more moans from her. She licked his neck. If he hadn’t had a tight grip on her, he would have dropped her. The elevator came quickly, and once inside, they were mercifully alone. As they reached their room, he set Kit down to fish out his key card. She slid her hand into his