Free Crave (The MacKenzie Family #11) by Liliana Hart Page B

He set her down on the kitchen island and jerked her against him, so he could press fully against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
    Oh, God. His cock pressed against her and she felt herself pushing, moving against him, writhing as she got closer and closer to release. His hand fisted in her hair, and the bite of pain only heightened the pleasure.
    She’d never let herself go like this—feel like this. Because she’d never expected the reality of Cal to be hard between her thighs, making her fantasies a reality. His hips rolled and lifted, a hypnotic motion that was driving her crazy, and her hands fumbled clumsily for the belt at his waist.
    “If you undo that belt I’m going to be inside you before you can blink, sugar. You’d better be damned sure about what you’re doing.”
    She didn’t care. She was too close.
    “Shut up, Cal,” she panted. “Stop thinking so hard.”
    He chuckled as she repeated his earlier words, and then moved to help her get the buckle undone.
    Master of Puppets shouted loudly from his phone, and his pocket vibrated. Declan always did have perfect timing. Evie’s fingers froze for a moment on his belt buckle, but then she attacked it again with determination.
    “Ignore it,” she begged.
    “I wish I could,” he said, kissing her one last time and pulling away. His absence left her cold and exposed, and reality crashed down like a bucket of cold water. “It’s Declan. The house will be swarming with agents if I don’t answer.”
    She took a second to reorient herself and then scooted down off the island, grabbing her shirt along the way. This was the exact reason she hadn’t wanted Cal to be her bodyguard. She wouldn’t be able to resist him. But she couldn’t trust him. Would never be able to trust him. She was nothing more than a pawn to him. Something he wanted to control. And a guy like Cal, once he came out the victor in the game he was playing, he’d move on to the next challenge.
    Her feelings must’ve shown on her face because he gave her a strange look as he answered the phone.
    “Colter,” he said.
    Evie could feel his eyes on her as she slipped her shirt on. She needed to escape and time to think.
    As if reading her mind he took her by the arm before she could leave. “Like glue, Evie,” he said.
    She jerked out of his grasp and slipped out of the kitchen, and then headed upstairs to her suite. She’d just dodged the biggest bullet of her life. Now she only had to make sure she didn’t put herself in the line of fire again.

CHAPTER SEVEN
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    Surrender, Montana

    “A re you going to tell me about it?” Shane asked.
    Sweat dripped from his brow and the athletic shorts and shirt he wore were soaked to the skin. His hair was too long and hanging in his face, so he’d pulled it back to a short stub at the base of his neck. He was going to have to cut it at some point. His mother hated the long hair. He kept it just because it was different than the buzz cut he’d worn since the day he’d joined the military.
    “Nope,” Doctor Shaw said. She didn’t pretend not to know what he was talking about. The subject of what had occurred in his room the other day hadn’t been brought up by either of them.
    His leg, or the space where his leg had been, had been a series of one set back after another. His prosthetic had been delayed because an infection had set in where the leg had been lost—all because a little piece of shrapnel no bigger than the tip of his little finger hadn’t been removed when they’d cleaned the area.
    The delay hadn’t bothered him any. He hadn’t really been in the frame of mind to replace what had been lost. As far as he’d been concerned, he didn’t really see the point of having a replacement. It’s not like he could put on a dive suit or a pair of BDUs and get back to work. There was no place for cripples to serve the country or to lead men into battle.
    But still, Shaw had been there to push him through physical