Page 73 of Hunted Hearts
Fuck.
“The things I’d do to you if you were wearing this right now,” he rasped.
She lifted a brow. “Isn’t it your lucky day?”
And then she was gone.
He blinked. “Juliette, come back.”
She kept walking, her hips twitching in an alluring manner.
“What do you mean by lucky day?” he called after her.
Her voice floated back. When she twisted her face into profile, her thick hair rippled down her back.
“I packed it.”
Theo’s heart slammed against his ribs.
A minute later, she called out softly to him.
God help him, he was falling—no parachute, no backup, just a prayer and the hope that he didn’t lose her when this was all over.
He clutched the book. This…this part of their story…was just beginning.
But they had a war to win before they could evendreamof a happily ever after.
Still, he was going to take every second he could get.
* * * * *
Juliette smoothed her hands down the delicate lace of the pale pink teddy and studied her reflection. The soft blush hue made her skin glow and the lacy bodice hugged her curves, sheer in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination.
And hopefully just enough to ruin Theo Malone’s self-control.
Her heart thudded with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She wasn’t used to this—playing the seductress, teasing a man who could command a room with a look. But she wanted to. For him.
She stood in the middle of the master suite, her chest heaving from the effort to contain her excitement.
He tapped on the door once and let himself in.
When he turned and saw her, everything in him stilled.
She let the strap of her lingerie slip down one shoulder.
“My, my,” he drawled, eyes hooding. He took a step toward her. “What’s this?”
“A little present for you.”
His eyes darkened instantly, raking down her body like a flame consuming her every inch. “Pink lace?” His voice was low and gritty. “You’re trying to kill me.”
She took a slow step forward, then another. “I was aiming for ruin.”
She wanted to ruin him for any other woman.
“Tonight, that pink lace is going to be shredded on the floor next to my bed,” he growled.
In one stride he closed the distance between them and backed her against the wall, palms braced on either side of her head. “You know what you do to me?”
