Deadly Pursuit (A Blood Hunter Novel, #2) (43 page)

“No
they
won’t.
The
Trog’s
shut
down
the
external
monitors.”

“Why
would
he
do
that?”

“Because
I
asked
him
to.
But
we
have
to
leave
now.”

The
interior
of
the
shuttle
was
small—about
ten
feet
by
ten
feet.
With
two
seats
facing
a
bank
of
consoles.
Jon
sat
down
in
the
pilot’s
seat,
and
Alex
took
the
one
next
to
him.
It
hadn’t
occurred
to
her
to
ask
if
he
could
actually
fly
one
of
these
things,
but
he
appeared
quite
competent,
and
soon
they
were
speeding
away
from
El
Cazador
.

Alex
still
hadn’t
asked
him
to
fasten
the
dress.
Now
she
stood
up
and
turned
her
back
to
him.
“Would
you
do
me
up?”

“What?”

“Do
up
my
dress—I
can’t
reach
the
buttons.”

“Do
I
look
like
a
goddamn
lady’s
maid?”

She
peeked
over
her
shoulder
to
where
he
slouched
in
the
chair,
his
expression
vaguely
hostile.

“Please?”

She
turned
around
again
and
waited.
Finally,
she
heard
him
rise
to
his
feet.
He
stood
behind
her,
not
moving,
not
touching
her,
but
close
enough
so
she
could
feel
the
heat
from
his
body
on
her
bare
skin.

“Aw
fuck.
What
the
hell.”

At
his
words,
she
made
to
turn
around,
but
his
hands
slid
down
to
rest
on
her
hips
and
hold
her
in
place.
She
should
move
away,
but
she
couldn’t
make
her
feet
take
the
necessary
steps.
Holding
her
breath,
she
waited
to
see
what
he
would
do.

He
reached
across
and
slammed
his
hand
down
on
the
controls.
The
engines
died.
The
shuttle
drifted,
and
still
she
waited.

One
finger
stroked
down
the
length
of
her
spine,
sending
pleasure
shooting
along
her
nerve
endings.
All
the
way
down,
until
it
delved
beneath
the
edge
of
her
panties
to
tease
the
cleft
at
the
top
of
her
buttocks.

A
small
whimper
escaped
her
mouth,
and
she
bit
down
on
her
lower
lip.

She
couldn’t
have
moved
now
for
anything.

The
finger
trailed
back
upward,
and
both
of
his
hands
slid
inside
the
gaping
dress.
For
a
second
they
rested,
flat
against
her
ribcage,
burning
heat
searing
her
flesh.
They
glided
around
over
her
sensitized
skin,
and
he
cupped
her
breasts
and
squeezed
gently.
Alex
shuddered
as
exquisite
pleasure
melted
her
insides.

Her
nipples
ached
with
need,
and
he
rubbed
them
with
his
palm
so
they
hardened.
He
rolled
them
between
his
fingers
and
thumbs,
then
tugged
at
the
stiff
peaks,
sending
darts
of
sensation
shooting
down
through
her
belly
to
settle
between
her
thighs.

Jon
leaned
over
her,
so
his
hot
breath
feathered
along
the
back
of
her
neck,
and
her
whole
body
shivered
in
response.

“Do
you
like
that?”
he
murmured
against
her
skin,
and
he
gently
massaged
her
nipple.

“Yes.”
Her
voice
sounded
breathless
to
her
ears.

He
laughed
softly
and
kissed
her
throat,
his
mouth
open.
Her
head
fell
back,
and
she
squirmed
against
his
hands.
She’d
never
imagined
a
man’s
hands
could
feel
like
this.
That
his
mouth
could
drive
all
logical
thought
from
her
mind,
reducing
her
to
nothing
more
than
a
mass
of
nerve
endings,
each
one
craving
his
touch.

“What
are
you
doing?”
She
forced
the
words
out.

“Everyone
is
allowed
one
good
deed
in
a
lifetime
of
bad
ones.
This
is
mine.”
He
licked
her
throat.
“Something
to
remember
in
your
lonely
bed,
back
at
the
Abbey.”

One
hand
left
her
breast
and
tugged
the
material
of
the
dress
down
over
her
shoulders
and
arms
so
it
fell
to
her
waist.
Now,
her
breasts
were
bare,
cupped
in
his
big
hands,
her
skin
pale
against
his
darkness.
Mesmerized,
she
watched
as
he
played
with
her,
rubbing
the
pads
of
his
thumbs
over
the
taut
peaks,
then
scraping
his
nails
over
them
gently.

A
pulse
throbbed
between
her
legs,
and
she
clenched
her
thighs
together
to
intensify
the
feeling.
He
must
have
sensed
the
movement,
because
his
hands
went
still.

“Do
you
want
me?”
he
whispered
in
her
ear
as
one
hand
skimmed
beneath
the
dress,
over
the
flat
plane
of
her
belly.
She
couldn’t
answer,
the
power
of
speech
had
deserted
her,
but
she
didn’t
need
to.
For
a
second
he
cupped
her
in
his
hand
before
pushing
beneath
the
panties.
His
fingers
found
her
and
slid
between
the
folds
of
her
sex.