Heart of a Huntress: The Kavanaugh Foundation
Page 13
She quirked a mischievous smile. “My quips, they slay.”
“Something like that.” Jace wiped the corners of his eyes. He had to admit the day had been enjoyable despite the absolute absurdity of their circumstances. He was beginning to understand why some officers left SWAT for patrol or detective work. There was obviously something nice about spending one’s nights with the same person, working the same leads and cleaning up the streets. Usually he balked at the idea of leaving the often chaotic but always fulfilling world of SWAT. Entertaining the idea of being assigned a partner like Isla didn’t.
His gaze drifted to the setting sun. Another half hour and it would be dark. Renata would be loose on the town. Even with the dragnet keeping her contained to Houston, there was just too much ground to cover in such a short amount of time.
Jace snuck a furtive glance in Isla’s direction. The relaxed expression she’d worn after their laugh had vanished. Tension radiated throughout her features. Her right knuckles were nearly white from gripping the shifter. Her left hand shook against the steering wheel. She swallowed hard and kept her focus forward on the traffic.
Over the last few hours, he’d learned to recognize the signals. She needed him. Now.
Without a word, he unbuckled his seat belt and slid across the bench seat to the middle spot. He snapped his new belt in place and cupped her neck before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Can you keep driving?”
She gulped. “I think so.”
“We can pull over somewhere.”
Isla quickly caught his gaze. “We don’t have time.”
Jace nodded and kissed her neck, a teasing grin curving his lips. His fingers deftly unsnapped the buckle on her tactical belt. It fell away, sliding down around her hips on the seat. He flicked through the button at the top of her jeans and lowered the zipper to reveal purple polka dot panties. She shifted her weight as his hand slipped under the waistband of the cotton and gave him the extra room he needed to get the job done.
The musky scent of her arousal bloomed in the car. Jace licked a sensitive spot on her neck and sucked gently against the skin. His fingers moved down over her mound until they dipped between her slippery folds. “Try not to kill us.”
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