Daring him was never a good idea, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. Some imp of self-destruction was lodged in her brain and playing hell with her sense of self-preservation.
He set the glass on the bar then, and before her stunned gaze he sat down in the plush chair beside it and stared back at her.
His expression was so filled with lust, with carnal knowledge, that the fires burning in her body since she first caught sight of him began to flame higher.
“Sexual, are you?” He flashed her a hard look. “Since when?”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” she informed him with a polite smile. “A girl needs to have a little mystery, Clint.”
His blue eyes gleamed in assessment. Oh, now that look was interesting. If a little scary.
God, why hadn’t she known this about him?
“Come over here.”
His voice was lower, darker, suggestive. His tall frame slouched in the chair, his legs splayed out before him as he stared back at her with that brooding, hot look. So hot it made her flush, made her breathe in nervously as she gathered her courage and stepped closer.
“Closer.” He lifted a hand from the chair arm, his fingers beckoning her closer.
“Why?” She didn’t trust this new Clint in any way whatsoever.
“So I can show you why little girls shouldn’t play grownup games,” he growled. “Come on, Morganna; show me how grown-up you think you are.”
Chapter 2
Morganna felt her heart racing, a fine sweat breaking out over her skin. She hadn’t expected this from Clint, not in a million years. In her deepest fantasies, he played a lot of little sex games with her, but she had to admit, she would have never expected the dominant, forceful imaginings to meet with reality.
“This isn’t a good idea.” She fought to breathe, to push the words past the constriction in her throat and the arousal pulsing through her.
“We’re agreed.” His eyes narrowed further. “Don’t make me come and get you, Morganna. Come here now.”
Come here now. The rough demand sent her senses careening.
As she tensed to move, a soft voice sounded in her ear, interrupting the sensual spell building in her head.
“Do you need backup?”
Agent Joe Merino and his team was her backup. A crack four-man DEA unit that she had worked with for the past six months. She was the bait on this assignment. Something that it really wouldn’t be a good idea to let Clint know. And Merino was listening to every word said.
“No.” She kept her voice firm as she stared back at Clint, a hint of defiance in her face. She could feel a flush building in her face at the thought of the ears listening.
Clint couldn’t see the small receiver in her ear, but that didn’t mean she was safe. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize what it was if he got close enough, and he was intent on getting real damned close. She could see it in his eyes, in his expression; she could feel it in the hunger building in her own body.
Clint quirked his lips, certain she was talking to him. And perhaps in a way she was. The eroticism of the room, the sheer disbelief that she was in it with him, blew her mind. Clint was a Dom? It was almost too much to believe. And she had been defying him for as long as she could remember, challenging him, daring him to take what she had always sensed he desired. She just had no idea how intent he could become on what he wanted.
“I couldn’t believe it when I saw you out on that dance floor,” he murmured, his gaze going over her slowly, sending flames licking over her body wherever he touched. “Dressed like a man’s greatest sexual fantasy, an innocent little schoolgirl, ready and willing to be used. Scared now, little girl?”
More than he knew.
“Perhaps uninterested,” she answered instead. “I didn’t accept an invitation into this room, Clint. You pushed me into it. I believe that’s against the rules.”
She heard Merino curse in her ear. He knew Clint, and he knew the whole operation was at risk now. Just as she did. How she played this out could mean the difference between success and failure.
And she couldn’t forget Merino was listening. She was frantic to get out of the room before Clint actually touched her. He had the ability to make her mindless. Good God, she couldn’t afford to be mindless while Joe and his entire team were listening. She would never live it down.
She stepped back from Clint then, turning to allow her gaze to rove over the small room. She had to get out of there, fast. All Clint would have to do was touch her and she would be putty in his hands.
“Morganna, you’re playing a very dangerous game with the wrong man,” Merino hissed in her ear. As though she didn’t already know that.
“Morganna, don’t play with me. You won’t like the consequences,” Clint’s voice overrode Merino’s as Morganna bit her lip at the insanity of the situation.
She turned at the bottom of the bed, facing Clint once again. “Unlock the door.”
“No.”
Her heart raced at the answer, at the brooding carnality of his expression.
Morganna licked her lips nervously. There was no way to get rid of the receiver at her ear.
“Why?” She barely managed to keep her voice firm, to keep herself from stuttering with shock and nerves.
“Because I’m going to lay you back on that bed and show you exactly what you’re asking for by being at this club. Then I’m going to paddle that pretty little ass for giving me the chance.” His answer shocked her, but her body’s response shocked her more.
“And should I cry ‘Daddy’ or ‘Uncle’ while you try?” She arched her brow mockingly.
“‘Master’ will work,” he growled. Master? Oh, she so didn’t think so. Taking the clothes off? She would have loved to. Under different circumstances, of course.
“This is getting out of control. I’m sending Craig in, Morganna. He’ll get you out. Just play along with it.”
Shit. Shit. This was going to get ugly. She had to get out of there before Craig showed up.
“Unlock the door, Clint,” she ordered, frantically fighting for a way out of the situation. Damn her luck, it was starting to suck fast. “I’m not in the mood for you or your games tonight.”
He rose from the chair, six feet, four inches of sheer male muscle, primal animal, and began to stalk toward her. There was no place to run. No way to evade him. And her legs didn’t want to move anyway. She could feel her body tensing, preparing for him, anticipating his touch.