won’t be able to think of anything but you. It’s a good idea when we’re alone and safe, but not when there’s someone out there gunning for you.” She opened her mouth, probably to voice an objection and he gave her a quick, fierce kiss. “Not another word. I’m holding onto my control by a thread. I’ve got sweatpants and t-shirts in the bottom drawer of the dresser that might fit you. Grab something and come on out when you’re ready.”
He stepped away from her, turning to head toward the door, but her low growl had him giving her his attention once again. Her eyes were the lioness’ amber and a light dusting of gold fur decorated her shoulders. He could scent she was pissed—he had no idea why—but damn was she gorgeous.
It didn’t take her long to tell him what he’d done wrong.
“Small enough to fit me? You’re over six feet and two hundred pounds and have something that’ll fit me?” She narrowed her eyes and he could practically see the gears working in her head as she made connections that probably wouldn’t make sense to him. “You have another woman’s clothes here?”
Nope, Brett didn’t get it, but her words did make him grin. “You’re jealous.”
“Correction. I’m ready to cut the woman those clothes belong to.”
That had him smiling wider and he was secure in the knowledge she was his match in every way. “You are jealous. But there’s no reason to be. They’re my old clothes. No need to bust out those claws.” He let the full weight of his need enter his gaze. “And the idea that you’re wearing my clothing… Baby, you have no idea what it does to me.”
She swallowed hard, bringing his attention to her throat which then had him focusing on the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Jennifer smirked, her gaze flicking from his face to his groin and back again. “Oh, I think I do.”
Brett wasn’t embarrassed by his body’s reaction to her. In fact, the only reason he’d ever have to be embarrassed in front of his mate was if he wasn’t at full attention around her. He reached down and stroked his hardness, teasing himself with the touch while also showing Jennifer exactly how much he wanted her. She licked her lips, that pink tongue wetting her lower lip and all he could think of was her mouth on him. Her sucking him deep and toying with him before he finally lost control and took her.
“Minx.”
Her smirk turned into a teasing grin. “Lioness.”
“Pain in my ass,” he countered. “Get dressed and then we can talk everything out in the living room with the guys.”
He made it as far as the bedroom door before she spoke again. “Can we talk about why the safe house sported a trashy lion-whore in the driveway? I assume that location was supposed to be confidential and yet…”
Brett groaned. “The ‘lion-whore’ is no longer a problem and she hasn’t been in my life for over six months. As for who leaked the location… I’ll be dealing with that.”
Jennifer voiced the concern that had been swirling in his mind from the moment they passed the house. “If she was able to bribe someone on your team for its address, what other types of bribes will they take?”
“I know.” He glanced at her over his shoulder, getting one last delicious look at her body before she covered it in baggy clothing. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with it all at once.”
Deal with it all… That was one way of saying it. Really, he was about to put down one of his own lions. Betraying him and risking the life of another lion was irresponsible. Potentially risking the life of his mate was unacceptable. Or rather deadly.
Chapter Three
Jennifer didn’t engage in the verbal battle being fought behind her. No, she simply continued to stare at the bustling city below. Night had fallen, and the landscape filled with sparkling lights and the rapid race of cars rushing down the highways. The world moved on as if no one had attempted to commit murder that very morning at