Under Pressure

Clearly she didn’t believe him. “We can talk tonight if you’d rather.”

“No.” Shaking her head, she squeezed him again. “I still haven’t decided how much to tell you—or how much you might already know.”

He didn’t know jack shit, and it frustrated him a lot. “Tomorrow, then.”

She tipped up her face. In the darkness, she studied him. “You don’t mind?”

Every nerve ending in his body sizzled, but... “No.” She smelled sweet and felt soft, and if he let himself, he’d be hard in a heartbeat. But he’d once risked a woman through poor judgment.

He’d never make that mistake again.

“Where is your gun?” she asked.

Where she wouldn’t get to it. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, then promised, “I won’t accidentally shoot you.”

“I figured.” Sighing long and loud, she got comfortable again. “I didn’t want to bump into it.”

“You won’t.” He didn’t mean to, but he kissed the top of her head. “Now sleep. We both need it.”

She said nothing else, and within five minutes her breaths had turned slow, deep and even. Apparently her mind had finally quieted.

Unfortunately, his did just the opposite and he ended up spending most of the night thinking very inappropriate, erotic, explicit things that had no place between a bodyguard and the woman he was assigned to protect.

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_7e03ae0a-9b4c-57fa-88f2-eca3ed0f1390)

JUSTICE’S LIGHT TAP on the door stirred Catalina awake by slow degrees. She nestled closer and went still again. A second later she yawned and turned away from Leese. Her eyes opened, blinked heavily up at the ceiling, then closed again.

As she stretched, Leese dodged an elbow. “Easy now.”

Jerking her head around, she stared at him.

He watched the awareness creep into her slumberous eyes and suddenly she bolted upright. The blankets fell away and he saw her body in the dim room. Nice.

“It’s Justice,” he said. “Time for us to rise and shine.”

After turning to stare blankly toward the door, she gave her attention back to him and her eyes further widened at his naked chest.

Heat crept up her cheeks.

Smiling, Leese reached past her to the end table for his phone. He sent Justice a text: Five minutes—with coffee?

He got back an affirmative. Sure thing.

“Coffee in five,” he told Cat.

She swallowed loudly, and blurted, “I don’t remember anything!”

A grin fought to take over. She looked a little wild at the moment, and sweeter because of it. Catalina Nicholson, he surmised, was used to being in charge. Instead, with him, she’d let down her guard.

At least a little.

“Nothing to remember.” Did she think he’d taken advantage of her through the night—and that she’d slept through it? “We both got the rest we needed, that’s all.”

“But usually I’m a light sleeper. I’ve had to be.”

That bothered him.

“I remember you telling me to sleep, and then...nothing.”

He pushed halfway up to his elbows. “You were exhausted.”

“And you’re a stranger.” Using both hands she pushed back her hair and continued looking at his body. “I’m losing it.”

Though he hadn’t realized it last night, she’d come to bed in cotton sleep shorts and a T-shirt. The important parts were covered, but a lot of skin showed: her arms, her thighs... Seeing her now, Leese was grateful he hadn’t had that image to add to his torment through the night.

The cool morning air had stiffened her nipples, now pressing against the stretchy material of the shirt. Small breasts, but that only added to the delicate look of her.

A deception, because he had a feeling that once you got beyond the physical, Catalina Nicholson was made of pure steel.

Catching the direction of his gaze, she folded her arms around herself. “These are the only pajamas I have.”

“Yeah?”

With irony, she said, “I had to pack light when I left.”

Mostly, he assumed, because she’d left under troubled circumstances.

The reality of that niggled at his brain, but with her currently in such a pretty pose—her wild hair, her eyes puffy and expression slumberous, the flush on her skin—he had a hard time concentrating on reality. When she’d come to him in the hush of quiet and the dark of the night, he’d focused mostly on her uncertainty.

Now, not so much, and morning wood became a very real possibility.

Testing his resolve, Leese tucked one side of her silky hair behind her ear. “Justice won’t be long. Did you want to freshen up before he gets here?”

She turned her cheek into his palm. “Yes.”

That single word, breathed so softly, sounded like agreement—or permission.

His jaw tightened and his body heated. “I’m not a saint, Cat.”

She opened her eyes wide. “What does that mean?”

Stern, he held her gaze. “It means you’re unwisely tempting me. We haven’t even gotten to a measure of honesty yet, but you’re giving off a pretty strong vibe.”

Her eyes flared more. “A ‘let’s have sex’ vibe?” Her mouth twitched. “Is that what you mean?”

Teasing? The woman had no idea of how she affected him. Deciding to clue her in, Leese caught her upper arms and swiftly turned her to her back. Looming over her, he gazed at her mouth. “Yeah.” He badly wanted to taste her. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“You do tempt me,” she whispered, her smile in place. “I didn’t realize it was mutual though.”