Page 13 of Wanted
It was a trap!It was Reno!
She pounded her fists against his shoulders, but he stopped her by simply wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.
“Dani, wait,” he said. “Let me help you finish.”
She gasped at the way his fingers moved against her sensitive flesh, but she reached down and pushed at his forearm. “Let me go!”
He pulled his hand away, but she was still trapped on his lap. She felt his heat and his strength as he held her. She couldn’t best him. He’d told her he’d catch her, and he had.
All because she’d let herself fantasize about him.
Suddenly, she remembered the bouncer.
“Help!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Get him off me!”
The door to the hallway sprang open and slammed against the wall. The bouncer who’d been standing outside rushed in and flicked on the light, illuminating the lewd picture they made. His face darkened when he saw her naked in the arms of the man who wasn’t supposed to touch her. “Get your hands off her,” he growled.
Reno looked at the three-hundred-pound behemoth and then back to her. There was nothing he could do with the bouncer headed his way.
Quickly, he pulled up her G-string. As soon as he let her go, Dani hopped off his lap and began scrambling for her clothes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him duck just as a right cross whizzed past his ear.
She knew she didn’t have much time. Her blood pounded in her ears as she leaned down to pick up her top. How could he do this to her? How could she not have known it was him?
Because she was wishing it was him?
Her hands shook as she pulled the shirt over her head. She was about to look for her shoes when she heard the scuffle break out behind her.
She could do without the shoes.
She ignored the astonished looks of the patrons as she ran barefoot to the bar. The manager looked at her in surprise, but she didn’t give him time to ask questions. “Give me my money.”
He didn’t move.
“Now!” she yelled.
He opened the cash register, and she grabbed the wad of bills he held out to her. She headed out the door at full speed.
“Damn you!Damn you!”she cried.
Her hands shook as she reached for the keys in the pocket of her skirt. She couldn’t believe that she’d been fantasizing about him the entire time he’d been touching, squeezing, and suckling at her. A low sound left the back of her throat. He’d certainly been true to his word. Not only had he laid his hands on her, he’d left her wanting and aching, with her body craving completion.
“You rotten bastard,” she said through clenched teeth.
Rocks bit into her feet as she ran across the street to the Waterbury Inn. She hurried to her room and cursed when her hands shook so badly that she couldn’t get the key into the lock.
“Come on,” she cried. Finally, the key slid home, and she pushed her way inside. As always, her bag was packed and ready to go. She grabbed it and her purse before tossing the room key onto the table by the window. Skidding to a stop, she reached for her laptop before making a mad dash to her car.
It was parked behind the motel, hidden in a dark alleyway. She’d moved it every day to try to make sure the police wouldn’t notice it. Apparently, her little trick hadn’t worked. She rounded the corner but came up short when she saw a familiar blue sedan parked behind her.
“I knew it,” she hissed. It had been him on the interstate.
She glared at the car. He’d used it to block her in. He’d pulled right up on her butt, barely leaving her any room to maneuver.
But barely wasn’t the same as none.
Determinedly, she hopped into her car and tossed her belongings into the back seat. She jammed her key into the ignition, and the little car roared faithfully to life. Looking in the mirror, she threw the transmission into reverse and hit the gas.
Bam!
