Free Dangerous by Patricia Rosemoor

urged her closer. Slowly. Never forcing her. Never taking his eyes from hers. He noted the shade of panic in her irises. The deeper desire in her pupils. He was so close he could climb inside her mind through those gorgeous eyes. He waited for her to stop him, but only for a second. Then he kissed her, pushing her up against the wall next to the windows the way he had in that hotel room…
    Lost in the kiss, he makes it last next to forever. He wants her more than anything. His body is ready for hers. But is she ready for
him
?
    He pulls back so he can see into her beautiful green eyes. He cups her cheek and rubs a thumb along her soft skin. “Are you sure about this?”
    She blinks at him. Uncertainty flashes through her expression.
    Fighting disappointment, he says, “It’s not too late to change your mind.” Though her changing her mind might undo him.
    Then she asks, “Are
you
ready for this?”
    “Hell, yes!”
    “Then kiss me…”
    He sucked her tongue into his mouth.
    Nipped her jaw.
    Laved her ear.
    Bit her neck.
    And her body was vibrating with renewed life.
    “You’re remembering, aren’t you?” he murmured. “That first day in the hotel room.”
    He remembered…
    She pulses against him. Rubs her breasts over his chest. Rotates her hips until she finds his heat. Silently uses her body to beg for it. To demand it.
    He pulls her hand from where it still presses against his chest. “Touch me.”
    “Show me.”
    He slides her hand down his stomach. His hardened flesh jumps at her when she finds him through his jeans.
    “Is that what you want?” she whispers.
    “I want you in ways you couldn’t imagine.”
    She moans and he thinks he might never breathe again as he pushes himself against her clever fingers.
    For three days, Camille had made him forget everything but her. He was enticed by her body…her smile…her take-charge personality…her softness. For three days, she’d made him feel like he was her world.
    Remembering was all he’d had while he’d been incarcerated.
    Camille was doing it to him again. His heart was beating so hard that he could feel his pulse race as his dick hardened. She had him the second she slid her fingers along the length of his flesh. He forced distractions on himself so he wouldn’t come without her. His mind went to the dog. Max. Where was he? Why wasn’t the dog here, trying to join them in play? Not that he was about to actually look around to find the dog and take his attention off the woman who had him in hand.
    Drago didn’t want her to get him off like this. He slipped his hand over hers and held her wrist. “Not like that. Not now.” He brushed his mouth over hers and trailed his lips over her cheek to whisper in her ear. “I want to fill you deep and sweet.” He wanted to make her come so hard that she would make that sexy guttural sound that reminded him of weeping.
    She relaxed and let him take the lead. But he’d barely pulled her shirt free from her pants when a noise from her pocket froze them as they were.
    A text had just come through.
    Drago tried to keep his disappointment in check as he stepped back to give them both room to recover. What the hell had he been thinking when he started this? It seemed he had no will around her.
    Hand trembling, Camille pulled her cell phone from her pocket and poked the screen to get her message. Her eyes widened as she read and then met his.
    “Got him!”

Chapter Six
    The police vehicles were already at the curb of a three-story multiunit brick apartment building by the time they arrived at the address Jackson had texted her. The man who called himself Angel on the Internet was really Paul Fox. As Drago drove, she’d already looked for it in the CPD database on her cell phone but got nothing on the man.
    The instant Drago stopped the car, Camille reached for the door handle as the detective and two uniformed officers approached the front entry. One of the men was tall and whipcord thin, the other