Søren clutched her hips and tasted her deeply, laving where she liked it best. To his delight, she began to utter guttural instructions. “Faster. There. More.”
“Here?” He teased her, licking low.
Her answer came in the form of a tug on his hair. Laughing softly, he complied-lips, tongue, graze of teeth-and she went wild, bucking. Mia arched, sobbing, “Søren!”
And he almost came in his pants. His erection hurt, smashed up against his zipper, but if he unfastened, he might come. He just needed a minute-
Those thoughts were forgotten when she started to cry. Troubled, he slid up her wet body. He clutched her close and gentled her through the aftershocks. She clung to him. But when she raised her eyes to his, she surprised him.
“Tell me you have condoms,” she demanded.
“Do you think I’d buy a whole case of beans and no protection in preparation for taking you with me into the mountains?”
A smile curved her lovely, sensual mouth. “I’m almost afraid to answer.”
“Come on, naked girl. Let me show you my stash.”
“I bet you say that to all the naked girls.”
“No,” he said softly. “I don’t.”
There was precious, precarious weight in that moment. She gazed at him, likely reading more than he wanted. And yet he could deny her nothing because she could see.
“There’s one problem here,” she said, gesturing.
“And that is?”
“You have on too many clothes for me to… play with you.”
The words felt as though she’d reached into his pants and squeezed his cock. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”
With shaking hands, he undressed. Søren didn’t think he had the stamina for foreplay, but it was just as well. As soon as he got his clothes off, she took a foil packet from the box and tilted her head toward the futon.
“Take a seat. I’ll be with you presently.”
Perching at the edge, he said, “You make me feel like I’m in a doctor’s waiting room.”
“Yet your interest hasn’t flagged. Does that mean you have a naughty nurse fantasy?”
He watched her with unconcealed impatience. “That depends. Are you the nurse?”
“Sorry. I don’t want you ever losing sight of who I am.”
Søren understood that from the inside out. He groaned as she took him in hand and rolled the latex down his shaft. To his relief, however, she didn’t linger or offer excessive stimulation. At last, she slid onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his hips.
“Lift up,” he whispered, aiding the movement with his hands.
And then he pushed inside her-so tight, so hot, so… perfect. Bliss rocketed inside his head. In this position, he could make love to her for hours, controlling his thrusts so he didn’t get carried away.
Mia really was a clever girl.
CHAPTER 21
Rowan had to do something he despised.
And it meant his most promising research had to wait. According to the board, if the situation wasn’t contained, there wouldn’t be a lab here to work in, which would require removal of all subjects and equipment. He shuddered to think how much data would be lost. In his opinion, they were overreacting, but they didn’t pay him for his beliefs: only for his results.
The soles of his shoes made no noise as he proceeded down the plain white corridor. He prided himself on the cleanliness of his facility, despite its underground location. It would irk him to be forced to relocate by a mere woman and the man who abetted her. In a way, he marveled at Mia Sauter’s resourcefulness, even while cursing her.
It hadn’t taken her long to put Thomas Strong under her spell, so not only had she somehow uncovered the truth about Micor, she’d also absconded with their AB negative blood donor. Without her regular infusion, I-53 had died during the night, thus ending that research avenue forever.
Rowan growled. Years of work lost and for what?
Angry strides carried him down to the lift at the end of the hallway. The terminal required his ID, thumbprint, and a retina-scan before the lift doors opened. Rowan stepped inside, and the elevator hummed as it began to move.
He hated being asked to take care of such business personally, but the liaison had made it clear that the board considered cleanup to fall within his purview as lab director, and if he wanted to continue in that position, he would make the mess go away before it splattered further, before the gods-cursed woman shared what she knew with local media. It would be impossible to contain then.
The doors opened to a secret room in what would appear to be a grain silo. Indeed, even if someone came inside, they’d find no evidence there was anything else, unless they knew where to look for the panel and knew the code to get inside. Even if they did, their identity would have to be on file for the lift to open.
Frankly, Rowan didn’t see why these two fugitives required his personal attention.
It wasn’t like they’d stolen any evidence. At this point, they only had speculation, and who would believe the sort of tabloid rag that would print a story without corroboration?
Still, if he wanted to continue his work-and keep his promise to Gillie-he had to toe the corporate line. The time was fast approaching, however, when he would cease being their pawn. Once he perfected T-89’s abilities, he’d take them both from the facility, auction the male to the highest bidder-he’d make some government a formidable weapon-and then use the money to start his own facility. And he wouldn’t force Gillie to treat any patients she didn’t wish to. From that point on, she would be like an elite doctor, picking and choosing her clientele. A surge of warmth flooded him as he imagined their future together.
Rowan hurried from the silo, then paused to ensure there was no one around. In his off-duty hours, he lived in the white farmhouse on the property, and it looked quiet from here. He made his way across the field, careful to take a different path so as not to wear a telltale hint in the native vegetation.
Thanks to the liaison’s lack of forewarning, he was running late. Seven P.M., Janice’s Diner, the message had read. Bring your kit.
The drive passed in heated silence. Radio stations never played anything worth listening to these days, and he was angry at the necessity of this trip. By the time he arrived at the appointed meeting place, it was ten past the hour. He feared his target would have gone. But no. Janice’s was nearly deserted at this hour, and the burly fellow with the gash over his left eye had to be the one. The man sat hunched into the booth, gorilla shoulders nearly as wide as the bench. His hair curled like sheep’s wool, and he looked none too clean. Rowan could only hope he didn’t smell as repugnant as he appeared.
Well, no wonder he had no luck. He’s a brainless lump, and his quarry outsmarted him. To be fair, Rowan suspected a couple lab chimps could do so.
With a faint sigh, he made his way over.
“You’re late,” the man growled.
“And you are an idiot. I fail to see how either is relevant to the task at hand.”
He sat down in the cracked red vinyl booth with a moue of distaste. If only he’d thought to bring his disinfectant. God, how he hated going out poorly prepared.
The thug balled up his fist as if he intended to punch Rowan like some feces-flinging savage. “Try it,” he said quietly, “and I’ll have a needle in you so fast you won’t have time to exhale before you die.”
The other man sat back, knuckles going white on the metal rim of the table. “I want more money. Nobody said anything about a guy who drives like Evel Knievel.”
“I’m authorized to offer you more.” He wrote a number on the napkin and passed it across the table.
“That’s not enough. He totaled my car. I think he’s had training, and it’s going to be a pain in the ass.”