Free Passions Recalled: Forbidden Passions, Book 2 by Loribelle Hunt Page A

when she took a nervous step back. It was reflex more than desire to get away, but if he realized that he didn’t care.
    Jason pounced before she could retreat any farther, taking them both to the floor with a thud. His hand swept under her head, protecting her from the fall as well as pinning her under him. He ground his hips against her belly, and she opened her legs to accommodate him, groaning when he readjusted himself and his erection pressed against her pussy.
    He shoved her shirt up above her breasts and took one nipple into his mouth while his hand fisted in her hair and tugged so she arched her back, pushing her chest up to him. Both stung a little more than was good, coming down more on the pain side of her pain/pleasure comfort zone than pleasure. She yelped a protest, Jason released the pressure on her hair, his teeth abandoned her breast to be replaced by soft kisses, gentle licks. When he lifted his head and met her gaze, she trailed her fingers down the side of his face.
    “It was always you. Only you.”
    “Damn right,” he growled. “And it’ll always be me.”
    The door banged open, and Celeste’s alarm spiked. She craned her head, trying to see around Jason’s body, to see what was coming. Storm or monster?
    Derek strolled in, a rifle propped on his shoulder and an insane look in his eye that made her shudder in terror.
    “Well, isn’t this sweet. Lovers reunited. Too bad for you, it’ll be so short lived.”
    Jason jerked the shirt down over her chest and leapt to his feet, dragging her with him and shoving her behind him.
    “Derek,” he greeted him coldly. “What brings you to the neighborhood?”
    “Just a quick visit.” Derek looked at her and sneered. “I’m so disappointed in your lack of fidelity, sweetheart.” He returned his gaze to Jason. “My girl here is a liability. I was delayed in coming after her. Small matter of disposing of another body, you understand. Come to think of it, you’re a liability too.”
    Jason growled low in his throat, and she clutched his wrist, afraid he’d attack and get himself shot.
    “She’s not yours. Never was and never will be.”
    Derek chuckled. “No, I’ll give you that—she really wasn’t. But she made good bait, didn’t she?”
    She tried to peer around Jason, to see Derek, this man she’d thought she knew and was obviously clueless about, but Jason held her immobile behind him, his strength easily overpowering hers.
    “Let’s see her, Jason. I want to watch her face when I kill you. Then she and I have some unfinished business to tend to.”
    She gritted her teeth against the scream welling inside her, the anger building in her. He was crazy. Insane. Certifiable. She wasn’t ready to die, yet, especially now that she’d found Jason again.
    “She’s just fine where she is,” Jason answered.
    “No, I don’t think so. Come out, come out, Celeste. Or I’ll just shoot your mate while he tries to guard you. Fair trade don’t you think?”
    His voice had a singsong, loony quality to it and, knowing he meant what he said, she wrenched free from Jason’s grip and stepped into the living room where she could at least see what was going on.
    “Ah, there you are, love.”
    She sensed more than saw Jason bristle at the endearment. Arching an eyebrow she addressed Derek, hanging on to her cool by a thread.
    “I never was your love though, was I?”
    His laugh was more a cackle, and it grated on her nerves, making them raw and alert. How could they get out of here alive? She was determined to live. Watching Jason in her peripheral vision, she was certain he felt the same way.
    An eerie quiet descended outside. She was so used to wind screaming and rain pelting that it threw her for a loop. What the hell? The sudden calm was unnerving. She looked at Jason, and he was looking up.
    “We’re in the eye,” he said.
    In the eye of the storm? That couldn’t be good, even if it was a small hurricane. The highest winds were on the back