Free Prey (Copper Mesa Eagles Book 2) by Roxie Noir, Amelie Hunt

couldn’t help but enjoy what a good time Zach was having.
    After a few minutes, he came back to stand by her. He looked around, then put a hand on her shoulder.
    “You sure everything’s okay?” he asked.
    “I’m fine,” Katrina said. She hoped she was convincing.
    Then she had an idea.
    “You know, there’s no cameras in this lab,” she said. “They didn’t want anyone to be able to steal our secrets.”
    Zach raised his eyebrows and grinned.
    “None?” he asked.
    “Nope,” Katrina said.
    She put her hands on his waist, and he brushed her hair back from her shoulders.
    “You give this part of the tour to everyone?” he teased. He put his fingers underneath her chin, tilting her face up.
    Katrina let her eyes slide closed.
    Even if this situation is shitty, it’ll be over soon, and we can date like normal people.
    Besides, I like this part.
    “Only the VIPs,” she teased right back.
    “It’s nice to be important,” Zach said.
    He bent and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, but in moments the kiss deepened and Katrina felt a warm river of liquid heat rush through her. She parted her lips and pushed her fingers through Zach’s hair, tightening her hand around it and pulling his head down further.
    Then his tongue was there, tracing along her lower lip and she met it with her own tongue, wrapping them together, her other hand on his shoulder.
    At last, Zach pulled back, gasping for air.
    “We probably shouldn’t—“
    Katrina shut him up by kissing him again, even more fiercely this time, not caring that it was stupid to make out with Zach in the robotics lab at work . All she wanted was to feel his lips on hers, his hands around her waist, his strong arms around her...
    Zach broke the kiss but this time he planted his lips at the corner of her mouth, then trailed kisses along her chin and down her neck, each touch sending sparks down her spine. A noise came out of Katrina that she was certain she’d never made before. She pressed her hand into the small of his back. She wanted him close to her, as close as he could possibly get.
    He paused when his lips reached her collar.
    “We should stop,” he murmured. The vibration of his voice sent a new thrill through Katrina.
    “Probably,” Katrina said.
    She didn’t move to let him go, just ran her hand lightly up his back. He made a noise in his throat not unlike a growl, and Katrina bit her lip.
    He just growled at me .
    The thought sent a rush of heat through her, pooling in her core.
    “Do you want to stop?” she whispered.
    Instead of answering, Zach pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, then bit her gently, just barely grazing the delicate skin with his teeth. Katrina swallowed and slipped a hand underneath the jacket of his suit. Underneath his shirt, he was almost impossibly warm, and she could feel him breathing hard, his heart beating furiously.
    “No,” he said.
    He lifted his head, then took her by her upper arms and moved her back a few steps, until Katrina’s back was against a wall.
    She could feel her brain going fuzzy with lust, especially as Zach kissed her again, even harder this time. The kiss was hungry and needy, and now whatever he’d awoken in Katrina was alive and insatiable .
    I need this now , she thought. Right now, and I don’t give a fuck what happens.
    Biting her lip, she fumbled with the top button on his shirt. It finally came loose, and she reached for his tie, pulling at it to loosen it.
    Zach’s fingers were tracing down her throat, and then they were drifting over her breasts, then cupping her ass and pulling her even closer to him. A tiny moan escaped her lips, and Zach grinned down at her.
    He growled again.
    Katrina thought she might lose her mind, and yanked on his tie, finally pulling it loose.
    Then someone laughed.
    Katrina froze , staring up at Zach.
    The laugh sounded again. It was in the hallway outside the lab, and now she could hear another voice joining it, saying something.
    “