Under Pressure

“I’ll be here when you’re done. Then I’ll get Justice to come over while I shower.”

“I won’t be long.” As soon as he released her, she practically ran to the bedroom, closed the glass doors and ducked out of view. Wow, the man packed a sultry punch, and he hadn’t even been trying. What if he decided he wanted to seduce her? How easy would that be?

She knew she was already halfway there.

Gathering up what she needed, determined to stop thinking about him, she headed to the bathroom. But one thought led to another and as she stepped beneath the water, she thought of Leese doing the same.

No, no, no...shoot. Maybe she’d have to keep her own shower cold. If nothing else, it’d wake her up enough to prioritize.

And lusting after a near stranger was nowhere near the top of the list.

* * *

ON THE COUCH, arms stacked behind his head, Leese listened to the quiet.

Or more appropriately, to Cat tossing and turning.

He could picture her right now, how she’d look, that particular curious scowl she wore as if she couldn’t decide whether to be pissed, scared, defiant...or turned on.

What a provoking case she’d already turned into, in more ways than one.

Cat might not realize it, but on many levels she appealed to him. Pretty, hell yes. Nice figure, definitely. But it was more her courage, her defiance and spirit that drew him.

Not that he could be drawn. Not during a case.

It didn’t help that she made her own interest so apparent.

The shower had slightly revived him, helping to cool his lustful thoughts while also making him think about everything he didn’t yet know. She had to have a valid reason for leaving everything familiar, avoiding her family and dodging their efforts to help. And then there was the fact that he was hired to protect her.

From what?

Her fear was real but elusive, there one moment, buried beneath pride the next, sometimes taking center stage and sometimes losing priority as other needs—like a nap and food—took precedence.

Tomorrow, as soon as they left the hotel, he’d take the opportunity to question her on the drive. She’d no longer be exhausted, no longer half-starved...

The amount of food she’d eaten still made him grin. The girl knew how to put it away. Her lack of reserve on that front had also been appealing. She showed no artifice, not about her hunger—or her sexual interest.

Nothing about her demeanor resonated with the idea of a rich pampered girl. She had daring, and she had guts.

When the bedroom door opened, every thought fractured beneath the weight of hot awareness. Saying nothing, he waited.

If she tried to sneak out, then what? He’d have to find a way to wake Justice and—

“Leese?” she whispered.

Her voice, rough and low, stroked over him. He watched the shadow of her slim form move closer. “Something wrong, Cat?”

Losing the hesitant edge, she said, “Sort of,” and...sat beside him on the rollaway bed.

Yeah, not comfortable. For one, she was a near stranger, but more than that, she’d already proven herself to be very unpredictable.

With his arms behind his head, he felt...vulnerable. So he quickly adjusted, coming up to a forearm and half turning toward her. “What is it?”

A slow, audible breath preceded the touch of her hand on his shoulder. “I should be sleeping.”

Definitely. They both should. Had they been awake for the same reason? “But?”

“I can’t quiet my thoughts.”

Maybe they’d have their talk sooner rather than later. He started to sit up, but she said, “Wait.”

For two seconds Leese considered things, then relented, resting back to his arm again.

“This is awkward,” she said. “Bear with me while I sort it out, okay?”

Her nearness no longer worried him, at least not as any sort of threat from a stranger.

No, it had morphed into physical awareness real quick. “Sort out what?”

The silence grew strained, but she didn’t move away.

Leese shifted. “Cat?”

“Could I talk to you without you making assumptions?”

Since he’d already made a dozen or more, probably not. “I’ll do my best.”

“I don’t know what it is about you, but it’s making me nuts. You’re like this assault on my system.”

That didn’t sound good. “An assault?” With every fiber of his being, he was attuned to her cool fingers lightly touching his now-fevered skin.

Rushing her words together, she stretched out next to him. “Could I sleep with you? Sleep, I mean? That nap with you today was the best rest I’ve had in a very long time but I’m still so tired. I just want to sleep, but I don’t dare.” She squeezed him, her small body pressed to his, her face against his throat. Her warm breath teased his skin with her agonized explanation. “I know I shouldn’t trust you, but I keep wanting to anyway.”

Leese tried to relax. “You can trust me.”

As if he hadn’t said that, she continued, “It’s nuts to stay with you, I know that. You’re so far out of your realm it only puts you at risk. I don’t want that on my conscience, so I tried to convince myself to run—”

“Don’t run.” Cautiously, he put his arms around her. Out of his realm? She didn’t have much faith in him.

“Every time I tried to make plans I ended up thinking instead about you being right here. So close and so... Jesus, I hate to say it, but you feel safe.” She tipped her face up to his. “I need you to be safe.”

“I am,” he assured her, tucking her closer, folding his arms protectively around her. He gave her a gentle squeeze.

She snuggled in. “I need to make some big decisions, but tonight it just feels too difficult. I think if I slept well, that’d help.”

“Sleep always helps.” And now, with her body so soft and lax against his, he didn’t want to let her go. Stretching out one long arm he rearranged his blanket to cover her too. “Let your thoughts rest, Cat, and tomorrow we’ll work it out.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Sure. Teamwork, right?”