“Shit!” He pulled at his hand, but her teeth followed, piercing the skin until he felt the wet trickle of blood.
“The hell you bite me,” he snarled.
Warrick flexed his hips against her, grinding her lower body hard to hold her still against the concrete floor, and used his free hand to grab the back of her hair. His fingers wrapped in the knot on top of her head, grabbing her hair and jerking her head backward.
She eased her bite, opening her mouth and unclamping her teeth, before finally crying out in frustration and pain. Her furious scream pierced the air of the hallway, echoing in the building and setting off the hostages, their enraged howls starting up once more.
Warrick cursed and clamped his palm across her mouth again. “Bite me again and I swear to fucking God you’ll regret it.”
“Donovan, is that the tango? You need backup?”
Warrick’s lips tightened at the amusement in Larson’s tone as his voice came through the earpiece. He pressed the button to reply. “Under control.”
Larson gave a soft laugh. “Take all the time you need, buddy. I’m good here.”
All the time he needed? Bullshit. He’d have this bitch contained in seconds.
Warrick eased his weight off the woman and—without removing his hand from her mouth—grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. He caught her flailing hands and pinned her wrists above her head with his free hand.
“Now listen up, lady. I need you to…fuck me!” He blinked and shook his head against the roaring in his ears. “Sienna?”
Oh my fucking God.
Sienna stared up at the man above her, her eyes rounded in disbelief. She probably would’ve recognized the voice earlier if she hadn’t been so damn terrified. The only part of him visible was his head and face, but it was a face she had never forgotten.
Her heart slammed in her chest like a caged bird and a sound of disbelief erupted from her throat, again to be caught against the calloused palm of the man above her. But not any man. Warrick Donovan.
She’d gone from getting felt up by some kinky burglar in black, to discovering that the man on top of her was no stranger.
This wasn’t happening. This had to be some kind of weird, messed-up dream. Maybe she’d fallen and hit her head. She blinked, then blinked again. But he still didn’t disappear. Okay, not a weird dream.
“Sienna?” he repeated again, harder this time.
She gave a jerky nod.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he muttered and looked up toward the ceiling before turning his frustrated gaze down to her again. “I don’t believe this.”
Yeah, well, that made two of them. She stared up into familiar gray-blue eyes that were narrowed with incredulity and something else. Something so hot it sent a shiver of awareness through her body. That look…she’d seen it before. Though that had been a long time ago.
He lowered his head a bit, so their faces were just inches apart. “Okay, I’m going to remove my hand. But you need to promise me you won’t scream.”
She nodded again. He slid his palm off her mouth and she gulped in air. Her throat was so damned tight she probably couldn’t have screamed if she wanted to.
“Okay, now will you please tell me what in the hell you’re doing here?” he bit out harshly. “Did your father send you here?”
“My father?” she repeated in dismay, shocked by his anger. “Why in the hell would my father send me? I work here. Maybe we should talk about what you’re doing here?”
His mouth tightened and his gaze narrowed again. “You work here? Not exactly the answer I wanted to hear, kid.”
Her emotions, already running on a pretty short fuse, exploded. She made a choked cry of anger, her body bucking beneath him as she tried to free herself.
Kid? Six years had gone by, but nothing had changed. Nothing. She was still just Daniel’s little sister to him.
Unfortunately she realized her mistake in trying to get free of him, when her movements brought the apex of her thighs into hard contact with a certain part of Warrick she was trying very hard to ignore right now.
“Sienna,” Warrick hissed in warning, his mouth tightening almost as if he was in pain.
She stilled, acutely aware of his tall, heated and muscled body trapping hers against the cold concrete floor of the building. Heat sizzled through her body and it became harder to drag in a breath.
“I’m not a damn kid.” Her cheeks heated as she realized the adolescent protest made a mockery of her words.
Warrick gave a harsh laugh as his gaze slid to the swell of her breasts above the strapless blue gown. “No, of course you’re not.”
The unusual gleam in his gaze had her eyes widening.