Billionaire Untamed - Tate(26)
“Yes,” she admitted honestly. “My objective was to meet up with Marcus in any way possible and have him notice me. Then I wanted to get close to him and get any information I could get.”
“How close?” Tate growled.
She sighed. “Not that close. I love my country and the citizens here, but my job stops after flirtation. I don’t fuck men for information. This is an unusual assignment for me. Usually I’m not trying to attract a man’s attention.”
“You attracted me instead of Marcus,” Tate rasped. “I still regret the things we didn’t do, but I’ll put my head between those soft thighs later.”
Lara’s eyes fluttered closed as she imagined that visual; her body vibrated with need. What would that be like? With Tate, it would probably be a surreal pleasure like she’d never known. “Be careful. I’m armed,” she reminded him as her eyes flew open again.
“So am I. But the only danger you’re in right now is from me,” he growled. His mouth swooped down to take hers with a commanding swiftness that took her breath away.
Her arms went around his neck instinctively, and his masculine, musky scent captivated her, surrounded her until she couldn’t think of anything except him. His taste, his dominance, his sensual demand that she yield to him all set her body on fire.
He finally released her mouth and yanked on the high neck of the black turtleneck sweater she wore. He moved it downward so he could leave a path of fire down her neck as his mouth consumed the sensitive flesh.
“Lara,” he breathed against her temple. “You drive me crazy, baby.”
She was just tilting her head to give him better access when a loud knock came from the door.
“Shit!” she exclaimed. Her heart pounded from Tate’s sensual assault and the shock of being jolted back into the real world.#p#分页标题#e#
“Lara. Are you in there?” Chloe Colter’s voice came through the locked door.
“Oh my God. It’s your sister.” Lara pushed gently at Tate’s massive chest.
“Damn. She never did have good timing.” Tate groaned as he reluctantly let her get up.
“I’m coming.” Lara pulled her sweater down and tried to finger comb her tangled hair before she quickly confined it in a clip at the back of her head.
“I wish,” Tate grumbled as he rolled to his feet.
A giggle actually escaped her lips before she stifled it. Tate’s unhappy tone that they’d been interrupted actually delighted her.
He wants me. He really wants me.
It was one of the best natural highs she’d ever experienced. She wasn’t used to a man who treated her like an attractive female instead of a federal agent, and it made her feel lighthearted and blissfully happy.
She walked to the door and flipped the lock. She opened it with a small smile, an expression that quickly fled as she looked at the man who stood next to Chloe.
Marcus Colter.
“Hi Chloe,” she greeted Tate’s smiling sister. “Mr. Colter?”
Another man stood on the other side of Chloe, and she didn’t recognize him. He appeared to be about the same age as Marcus.
“Blake? I didn’t know you were back.” Tate’s voice was more enthusiastic than it had been a few minutes ago.
The tenseness in Lara’s muscles relaxed. Not Marcus then. She had been focused on photos of Marcus Colter for so long that she’d forgotten that he had an identical twin, Senator Blake Colter. Marcus was the oldest Colter brother, but only by minutes. Marcus and Blake Colter looked so much alike that Lara wondered how Tate could instantly tell them apart.
Obviously their siblings can easily tell which one is which. They grew up together.
“Senator,” Lara said as she nodded at him. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” She looked at Chloe. “And it’s nice to see you again.”
She stepped aside to let the three visitors through the door so Tate could greet his brother. He did so with a slap on the back and a typical Tate smart-ass comment. “It’s nice of you to finally get your ass back here to actually see the people who voted for you.”
Blake shoved back at his younger brother. “Introduce us,” he told Tate with a grin as he looked back at Lara appreciatively.
“Don’t even think about trying to charm her. She won’t fall for your bullshit,” Tate growled, sounding like he was only partially joking. “Lara, this is my brother, Blake, and his friend, Gabe Walker.”
“Mr. Walker.” She shook the man’s hand.
“Gabe, please.”
“And none of the formalities for me either, Lara. Please call me Blake. Any friend of my family is a friend of mine, too,” he said charmingly.