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  “Awwww …” Meg caught the box and tucked it under her arm like a football. “And I didn’t get you anything. Who’s the stiff stud?”

  “I happen,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster, “to be the young lady’s personal physician. I started by advising her that this neighborhood is bad for her health but—”

  Meg brayed laughter, cutting him off. “Her? There’s nothing in this neighborhood bad for A.A. She’s safer here than anywhere.”

  Click. Everything fell into place. But instead of being shocked, he felt like nodding thoughtfully. Shocked? Hell, he wasn’t even mildly surprised. The only reason he hadn’t figured it out earlier was, he’d always thought A.A.—whenever he thought about A.A. at all—was more interested in lining his or her pocket than protecting doctors from hitmen.

  Kara turned to leave. “I’ll see you, Meg.”

  “I know. Can’t stay away, can you? Good for us.” Meg’s smirk switched off and she abruptly looked haggard, old. “Bad for you.”

  Kara shrugged and left without another word. Jared offered his hand to Meg, who only looked at it, amused. Then he hurried after Kara.

  “I’ve got it,” he said on the street.

  “Whatever it is, put it back,” she said reasonably, opening the car door and sliding inside.

  Jared realized with a start that she hadn’t bothered to lock the car—and it had remained unmolested the entire time they were inside. Well, no wonder. Given who she was.

  “You’re the Avenging Angel,” he said, jumping into the passenger seat. “I’ve read about you. You’ve been doing a Robin Hood thing, stealing from the rich and corrupt, then donating the money to homeless shelters and such.” He felt like clapping, he was so pleased at having figured it out. Then it hit him and he didn’t feel like clapping anymore. “But this is terrible.”

  “I warned you,” she said quietly, driving back to his apartment.

  “This is why you can’t testify against ol’ One Eyebrow. The D.A. is at least as interested in putting you in jail as he is some mob hood. Jesus, there’s—didn’t I read somewhere that there’s a five-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for your capture? The guys you’ve been stealing from put up a pot?”

  She didn’t say anything.

  “Well, hell, this is totally unacceptable! The D.A. should thank you, not issue warrants for your arrest.”

  She looked at him. In the poorly lit car, all he could see were her eyes. They were huge. He tried not to yelp as she ran a red light. “What?” she whispered. “What did you say?”

  “I said, why don’t you let me drive? Seriously. Kara? What’s the matter?”

  She didn’t answer. He didn’t get another word out of her until they were back at the apartment.

  Chapter 5

  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” She glanced at her watch. “Later this morning, I mean.”

  He folded his arms across his chest. “Forget it. You’re coming inside with me so we can finish talking about this.”

  She snorted. He looked so stubborn, so determined. It was cute, if irritating. “Don’t make me throw you out of this car, Jared. I’d try not to hurt you, but you wouldn’t like it, just the same.”

  He wasn’t, she saw with surprise, fazed by her threat. “If you do, I’ll stand on the street corner, waving my arms and telling everyone that Carlotti is the only man on the planet with penis envy. That he used to have two eyebrows but quit plucking them when his tweezers broke. That I saw him assaulting my future wife and I’m going to tell the world, take out an ad, camp out in the D.A.’s office. How long do you think it’d take for him to come get me?”

  She stared at him. Her throat had actually gone dry; she swallowed to force moisture. “You wouldn’t—never mind. You’re crazy enough to do it. Fine. We’ll go in.”

  Once inside, he absently locked the front door—not that it would do any good against anyone like her—took their jackets, and tossed them on the couch. She turned her back to him and wondered, once again, if she had lost her mind. What was she thinking, showing this straitlaced doctor a piece of her life? And why hadn’t he thrown her out, or at least threatened to turn her in? He’d pretended to be appalled because the D.A. wanted her arrested, not because she stole for a living, and that was the biggest, most vicious lie she’d heard from a man yet.

  “So, what?” he was saying. “I figured it out, you’re the notorious A.A. Was that my cue to scream and run away? To never see you again? Was that supposed to make me not attracted to you? Because it failed, failed, failed.”

  Anger at his obtuse nature flared in her and she gladly went with the emotion. She was tired of holding back, tired of forcing cool when he made her feel the exact opposite.

  She slammed her hand on the back of the couch, kicking up a small puff of dust. “Jesus, don’t you get it? I’m not like you, I’ll never be like you. I can’t live in your world and you certainly can’t live in mine. I wanted to protect you from Carlotti until we neutralized him and that’s fine, but that’s all there is.”

  “The hell.” He started toward her and she stumbled back, not trusting herself to stay strong, stay angry, if he touched her. If he touched her, she was going to forget all about their differences—again. “I see your little field trip for what it is. You broke into a mansion and did what you liked there—no one could stop you. Then you went to a fence, who sure isn’t going to turn you in—he’s probably been profiting off your hobbies for years. Then you take me to the worst neighborhood in the city to show me how everyone defers to you. This whole ‘hacking’ thing was supposed to prove that you’re evil incarnate and—tell the truth—you wanted to show me what you could do. You wanted to show off a little. Don’t you get that you don’t have to steal to be worth something?”

  “You don’t understand, I knew you couldn’t under—”

  He swiftly crossed the room to her and put his hands on her shoulders, shaking her as one would a child. His face was blazing, but not with anger. With sincerity and passion. “You’re precious in yourself, you need to prove nothing, you’ve got so much to offer, you are your own self, Kara, and you’re not defined by what you steal or who you can beat up.”

  “I—that’s not—”

  “You think I care that you’re a thief? You think I care that you steal pretty stones and give them to people who don’t have your determination to stay strong? You think I give two shits that the D.A. wants to throw your ass in jail?” The mere act of saying the words made Jared’s expression darken. “He won’t, not while I’m around. Nobody is going to put you in a cage while I’m around, so just stop it, stop running away, stop pretending you don’t feel it, stop telling yourself you don’t want me as badly as I want you.”

  “I—”

  He shook her again and the word was a roar. “Coward!”

  She brought them to the floor with a deft leg sweep, landing squarely on top of his chest. He was still holding her shoulders and she stared into his eyes, dark and blazing. “I am a coward,” she said softly, less than an inch from his mouth, “but only when I remember I have something to lose.” Then she bent down and kissed him. His arms were around her a moment later, his mouth opening beneath hers. “Thief,” he said into her mouth. “Took my heart, too, damn you.”

  Then I’m not the only thief in the room, she had time to think, before capitulating to the sensations he effortlessly called up in her. His crisp, clean, utterly masculine scent delighted her, she felt like burying her face in his neck and never letting go. She tugged at his shirt and his fingers were there, frantically unbuttoning it for her, and then he was yanking at her T-shirt. She sat up, straddling him, and pulled it off, then unsnapped her bra. He groaned as her breasts bounced free and reached eagerly for her, his arms coming around her, his fingers stroking the smooth skin of her back. He sucked at the tender skin at the hollow of her throat and she grinned, knowing a hickey would soon bloom there, realizing they were like a couple of horny teenagers, furiously necking on the l
iving room floor. As a teenager, she’d never had the leisure to neck on anyone’s floor. She found she liked it. A lot.

  She pulled free of him and stood, then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her thighs until they puddled on the floor. He lay on the floor, arms crossed behind his head and watched with eyes narrowed from urgency. She pulled her panties down and stood over him for a long moment. His gaze held nothing but admiration, but part of her was frightened. It had been years since she had done this. Over three, at least, and the last time out of pure loneliness and desperation, a foolish one-night stand; she had never seen the man again.

  But this was different, Jared was different. She hadn’t had feelings for her other lovers, pitiful though their numbers were. She hadn’t had to will herself to keep her hands off them, didn’t feel deep fear in the pit of her stomach when one of them had been in danger. The three men she had taken out of loneliness since she turned seventeen had lived in her life, had been raised by the same institutions she had, and were quite conversant with danger. But Jared …

  “I want you to know something,” he said softly, breaking her tormented reverie.

  “Yes, Jared?” Was she really standing naked over this man, debating whether or not to take him?

  “Be gentle. It’s my first time. Also, frequent exposure to X-ray radiation has neutered me.”

  “Oh!” She pounced on him, cutting off his laughter before it really got started. “How can you make jokes at a time like this?”

  “I can’t help it,” he chuckled, “I joke when I get nervous. And since you looked like you were getting ready to bolt—naked, no less—I figured I’d better say something before you pulled another Houdini.”

  “Do me a favor and stop figuring,” she said dryly and then he mock-grabbed for her. She pulled back and they rolled over and over on the floor, tussling. She won, of course, and soon she was once again straddling him.

  “Has anyone ever told you how utterly, utterly gorgeous you are?” he said, his expression pure delight. She blushed at his obvious sincerity. “Someone should paint you and hang you in a museum.”

  “Museums, now there’s an easy hack,” she teased.

  He groaned and put his hands under her bottom. For a moment she wondered if he was going to grab her, then realized he was shoving his jeans down. “Kara, please. Now is not the time. I don’t want to hear how you cracked the Louvre and made off with a zillion dollar’s worth of paintings.”

  “I was only kidding. I’d never steal from a museum,” she said, offended.

  “Of course. How silly of me.” He stopped smiling when he saw she wasn’t. “I know. You only crack the bad guys. Reason number seven hundred fifty-seven why I’ve got a crush on you the size of Czechoslovakia. Now come here.”

  She bent to him, still prepared to sulk, then realized she was looking for a reason, any reason, tempted to pick a fight, so she wouldn’t have to be intimate with him. It wasn’t a matter of being afraid of him. It was strictly a matter of being afraid of losing control, of blurting things to him that she swore to herself she would never tell anyone, ever.

  His lips drove the unpleasant thoughts from her mind. They nibbled and kissed and sucked, and then his tongue was darting into the cup of her ear and she could feel the zing of pleasure right down to her toes. She could feel his length pressing urgently against her lower stomach and reached down to gently clasp him. He was hot and hard and quite large and throbbed intriguingly against her palm. She started to ease down, intent on taking him into her mouth, when he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back up.

  “Oh, no,” he said softly. “I’m thrilled, honest to God, but if you do that, we’re done before we started.”

  “How disappointing,” she teased.

  “Shameful, but true. I remember your fingers from the last time we got carnal, you know. You can get to anything … especially me.” While he murmured to her his hands were on her breasts, his fingers gently caressing the sensitive undersides.

  She stroked his stomach, his ribs, enjoying the way his firm flesh felt beneath her hands. He liked to rave about her body, but he was in pretty fine shape himself. She told him so.

  “Volleyball,” he replied. “That’s the secret. Also being too overworked to eat. Now come down here again. Kiss me.”

  She did, and as his tongue slipped past her teeth she felt his fingers caressing her stomach and moving lower. Straddling him as she was, her knees were spread wide and he found her easily. She sucked in a breath as his fingers stroked her slick flesh, moving with exquisite care and gentleness.

  “Oh, that’s nice. You’re like … like hot damp silk,” he sighed, breaking the kiss. One of his fingers slipped inside her, just barely nudging into her, and she swallowed a groan. “Sit up a bit so I can watch your face.”

  A terrifying thought. He could watch her unguarded expressions, know instantly just how dear his touch was, how she craved it, craved him … “No,” she said, hoping he would mistake her breath-lessness for passion and not apprehension.

  His face didn’t change but his eyes went thoughtful and his finger slowly withdrew. “Okay,” he said easily, “that’s all right.” He pushed her up a bit and put his hands on her thighs, spreading them even wider. His thumbs stroked her inner thighs. “Kara, sweetheart, I’m dying to find out if you taste as good as you look.” While he talked, his hands were easing her forward, his voice gentle, as if soothing a wild mustang ready to bolt. More than a little dazed by the magic his fingers had wrought, she found herself over his mouth. She put her hands out and steadied herself against the wall, and instantly realized that in this position he couldn’t see her face. Why had he done that? What was he thinking?

  Then his tongue flicked against her and darted up inside her and she forgot everything except how he was making her feel. She swallowed a groan as he gently kissed then sucked and nibbled her so sensitive flesh while marvelous warmth spread through her limbs, while she bit her lip to keep from crying out, while she pounded her palms against the wall. He groaned against her slick flesh and the vibration sent another shock wave of pleasure racing through her. She began to rock against his sweetly talented mouth, as unable to stop her movement as she could have regulated her heartbeat. Her orgasm neared, taunted her, then danced out of reach.

  She felt his thumbs between her thighs, spreading her apart, exposing all of her to his mouth, and she nearly shrieked at the wonder of it. She should have felt laid open, vulnerable, frightened. Instead, she was very much afraid Dr. Jared Dean was going to be raped in another half minute if he didn’t …

  His tongue found her throbbing center, darted across the sensitive bud, and then his lips closed around it and he suckled gently while his tongue flicked with astonishing speed. She wasn’t slapping the wall anymore, she was pounding it with her fists, her concentration narrowed to a fine point—in all the world, there was only his mouth and her approaching orgasm. But, ah God, it was still so far away, dancing just out of reach, she couldn’t …

  His finger—no, two fingers slid inside her, but his mouth, his tongue, never stopped and her orgasm wasn’t far away at all, it was right here, racing through her, making her shake, making her choke back a wild groan, making her claw the wall.

  Another few moments and she was resting her forehead against her arm, trying to get her gasps under control. “Jared,” she breathed.

  He was stroking her thighs; she’d pulled back from his mouth so he could have some breathing room. “Yes, hon?”

  “Do it again,” she whispered and smiled at his groan. He put light pressure on her thighs and she let herself be pushed down until she was straddling him again. She reached behind her and found him, clasped him gently. About to lower herself on his throbbing rod, a glance at his face told her how it was with him—there was a muscle jumping in his cheek and his eyes were dark slits. His “Yes, hon?” had been so thick as to be unrecognizable. That made her feel closer to him than the intimate duty he’d just performed for her. What w
as it he had said? That it was a relief to find out the attraction wasn’t just one-sided?

  “I want to go slowly,” she said, “to make it last.”

  He nodded. “Sure. I see that happening.” He pushed at her thighs and lunged; in half a second he was fully embedded inside her, his hot hard length starting a glorious aching inside her. “Sorry,” he panted, while she gasped and steadied herself on his chest as he began to thrust, “but if I don’t come soon I’m definitely going to enter heart attack country. God, you tasted good … sounded good.”

  She didn’t care, she barely heard his words, she was astonished at the power of his strokes, how he manipulated both their bodies to give them pleasure, how in this instance he wasn’t easygoing Dr. Dean, but a pure male animal, determined on his course, obeying a biological imperative older than the family of man.

  She recovered from her surprise long enough to help him, to meet his thrusts, and they both moaned in unison at how splendid that was, how they both made each other feel. If she believed in such things, she would have thought their bodies had been made expressly for the other and no one else—certainly it had never been like this before with another man. How could it have been? Other men were not Jared.

  He pulled her toward him and kissed her, and the taste of herself on his mouth coupled with the fierce plunging between her thighs jolted her into another orgasm; she whimpered into his mouth. His tongue thrust past her teeth, demanding, possessing, insisting, his hands were hard on the back of her neck, forcing her to him, keeping her to him, and she wanted more, needed more, but finally it was too much, too intense, and she broke the kiss and buried her face in his throat. He cradled her head gently and then stiffened, and she could feel his muscles lock as he at last found release.

  They stayed pressed together for some minutes, too sated to venture conversation, but Kara started a silent countdown and couldn’t help but smile when the inevitable wisecrack came—”You realize that as my bodyguard, it’s completely unethical for you to be sexually harassing me like this? I’m lodging a complaint with the union.”