stop the flow. His knees gave way. He tried to grab for the window curtain, but his bloody hands just slipped over the fabric. He hit the floor.
His eyes were open and staring up at the killer above him.
“You were a threat, too,” the killer told him. “Because you knew what I’d done.” He smiled down at Lawrence. “But you won’t tell anyone now, will you? You can’t tell anyone.” His smile faded away. “And I won’t be on your leash any longer. From here on out, no one controls me.”
* * *
SHE WAS ASLEEP in his arms. Noelle’s breathing was easy and soft, and all of the tension had drained from her body. She was a silken weight against Thomas, and her scent—light and sweet—wrapped deeply around him.
He’d told her that it wasn’t personal. That it was just about survival.
He was such a liar. With her, everything was personal. It had been, for far longer than she realized.
His left arm was still under her head. His fingers were starting to go numb, but Thomas didn’t care. She was comfortable, and he had no intention of moving. He’d dreamed of holding her before, but he hadn’t ever thought he’d actually get this close to her.
Some dreams were so much better in reality.
His lips brushed lightly over her hair. If she’d been awake, he wouldn’t have dared such a move. But asleep...
I’ll make my control hold. It was a good thing she wasn’t aware right then. There’d be no hiding the arousal he felt when she was near.
He figured an hour had passed. The flames were still crackling. They were secure for the night, but he had no intention of closing his eyes anytime soon. With his perfect temptation nestled so closely to him, sleep wasn’t exactly high on his priority list. Besides, he wanted to keep her safe, and keeping Noelle safe meant someone had to stay awake for guard duty.
“Let me go...”
The words were so soft that, at first, he thought he’d just imagined them, but then Noelle began to struggle lightly against his hold. “Please,” she whispered, and the plea cut right through him. “Don’t hurt me.”
Never.
She twisted in his hold, her struggles growing stronger. “Let me go!”
“Noelle.” He knew she was having a nightmare. She’d revealed so much to him in the darkness. “Noelle, you’re safe.” With him, she’d always be safe. He wished she would realize that.
She rolled then, and he eased his hold as she turned toward him. Her body came flush against his, and he was stunned to see her eyes were wide open. “Noelle?”
“I won’t tell,” she said, and her voice was wrong. Too soft. Too lost. “Just let me go.” Her hands pushed against him.
He shifted his body, caught her hands and pinned them lightly to the floor. “Look at me.” Thomas said the words deliberately because he knew Noelle wasn’t seeing him. She was just staring at images from her past.
How often did this happen? How often did she get trapped in the same nightmare?
“Don’t hurt me...”
She was breaking him. Thomas had to make Noelle see what was right in front of her. Damn it, he’d worried when he saw this place it might stir up her past, but he hadn’t exactly been given a choice. It had been this dump of a cabin or nothing, and he hadn’t planned to just stand by while she suffered.
“Noelle...” Her name was a growl of frustration. Then he did the only thing he could—Thomas kissed her.
He’d often thought about kissing Noelle, tasting her. But he’d sure never imagined their first taste would be like this.
Her lips were soft beneath his. He kissed her slowly, carefully. He wanted to pull her back from the past and get her to see the present. To see him.
She stiffened against him as he kissed her. He knew awareness was flooding back for her. He knew he should pull away.
He also knew that he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any other woman.
So when her lips parted in surprise, he didn’t do the right thing. He didn’t pull back and ask her if she was okay.
He kissed her harder. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and he savored her. With every movement of his lips against hers, Thomas just wanted more.
He wanted everything.
One day, he’d get it.
Her breasts were pressed to his chest. Her smooth legs were trapped between his thighs. And—
She was kissing him back. Slowly at first then with more passion, with a need he hadn’t expected.
Desire surged within him. Noelle wants me, too. He’d never expected to find the passion hiding behind her fear.
His heart thudded in his ears. He was so close to having her. Only the thin scrap of lace she wore shielded her from him. When he’d first seen the black bra and that tiny bit that passed for her panties, lust had surged through him.
He wanted to touch every inch of her then.
He freed her wrists so he could explore her body. He’d make it good for her. He’d give her so much pleasure. Enough to chase away any nightmares that ever dared to whisper through her mind again.
When he let her wrists go, her hands immediately curled around his shoulders. He kissed his way down her throat. Her pulse raced beneath his mouth, and Thomas had to lick that spot right there. She moaned lightly, and his teeth grazed over the flesh. He wanted her so much his whole body seemed to flash molten hot.
“Thomas?” Desire was in her voice, and he loved the sound of his name on her lips.
His hand was on her rib cage. He wanted that bra gone. He wanted—
Her.
“Thomas...no, we’re partners.” Confusion fought with the desire in Noelle’s husky voice. “I— We can’t.”
Oh, they could. They could do it so well and so long, but Thomas stilled at her words. His head lifted. He met her stare, and he knew she’d read fierce hunger in his eyes.
Her hands seemed to burn against his skin. He was so close to the thing he wanted most. So very close.
Thomas pulled away from her and rose to his feet. His jeans were still a little damp, but he pulled them on. Staying naked with her sure wasn’t an option then. He turned his back to her as he yanked up the zipper.
“I...I didn’t mean to let things get so far.” Her soft voice came from behind him.
He sucked in a deep breath, then glanced over his shoulder at her. She’d sat up and her hands were now curled around her folded knees. Damn. Noelle was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “You were having a bad dream.”
Her brows rose at that.
“I kissed you to try and wake you up.” Only she hadn’t been sleeping, not really. He thought maybe she’d had more of a flashback than a nightmare. Thomas cleared his throat. “I’m the one who didn’t mean to let things get this far.” Not yet. He had plans for Noelle, and those plans hadn’t included this pit stop at a rundown shack in the middle of nowhere.
“I don’t remember the nightmare.” Her gaze dropped from his. “But then, I never do.”
He turned to fully face her. The fire crackled behind him. “Maybe it’s good to get a few things out in the open now.”
Her chin lifted as her eyes found his once more.
“I want you.”
“We’re partners—”
“It’s a temporary assignment, and we both know it. Mercer doesn’t