Page 14 of Frank's Felon
Delilah entered the first door that wasn’t locked. A doctor’s office, given the torn and faded posters spouting good exercise and diet for a long life. She made her way through the waiting room and into a back room with a window. Again, no way down except a ledge and a deadly fall. Through the window, she spotted one man in the suit standing on a stoop across the street, talking into his phone.
One of the doors in the doctor’s office creaked opened and quickly clicked shut. As Delilah snuck behind the door, she calmed her breathing and waited.
When the door opened midway, she slammed it into the man, then pulled it back toward her, and attacked. Her fist caught him in the jaw, but she miscalculated. The man was wicked fast, grabbing her by her shirt and hurling her through the air and into a wall. Delilah rolled onto her back and kicked upward. Large hands caught her legs by her calves, and pulled her along the floor to him.
“Enough!” Frank roared.
Stunned by the familiar voice, Delilah froze. The haze of desperation started to clear as she focused on the man’s features. She knew those broad shoulder and amber eyes. Even that scowl was familiar, but two men in suits—not Frank—had been following her.
“You’re not real,” she said, still trying to make sense of it all.
“Real as it gets, Del. Or did you strike your head when I threw you?”
She reached up for her head. Her movements seemed slow, and she wasn’t sure why. As if she weren’t confused enough, Frank leaned over and pulled her up. The shifter was strong, really strong. Delilah took a deep breath and closed her eyes He smelled like the outdoors, even in this stuffy office, Frank smelled like the woods in an eternal spring.
His hand ran down her jaw to her neck and came to rest over her heart. “Your heart is racing,” he said as he left his hand splayed on her chest. “This was barely a sparring match.”
The concern in his face was heartening, but she wasn’t ready to talk yet. He wouldn’t understand. For now, she simply enjoyed how the heat radiating from him seeped into her clothing, diffusing the fear and the chill that had spread through her.
Her fingers traced along his jaw. Such a strong jaw. Powerful and all male like the rest of him. As her finger found his mouth, he released a growl. A warning, but not a threat. He would not hurt her, she knew that as surely as she knew her own name.
“Why are you here?” she forced the words out, still amazed that she was safe, that he had found her. . .that he had searched for her.
“For you,” he said as he backed her against the wall.
She had never been so glad to see another shifter, especially this one. He could help her, at least if the men outside had called in reinforcements.
“The men that were following me—”
“Gone.” The amber in his eyes darkened as his hand on her chest moved behind her neck and held her steady. “They don’t have your scent like I do.”
“You memorized my scent?” she asked, still trying to calm down. She had been thinking of jumping and risking everything instead of letting those men take her. Going back wasn’t an option.
His mouth captured hers hard and fast, leaving her no choice but to open for him. The kiss was as far from soft and sensual as it could be. His tongue swept over her lips and into her mouth, possessing her, taking control until her hands sank into his hair and gripped hard and pulled him away.
“You have no right, shifter.”
“I warned you, the next time I caught you, I’d claim you,” he said, pushing one heavily muscled thigh between her legs and rubbing against her pussy.
She bit her tongue, holding in the moan of pleasure. The primal response this male evoked in her wasn’t right. “On your territory, shifter,” she bit out against the desire to let him continue. “This is not your territory.”
His hands were snaking up her shirt. Rough hands ran up and down her sides, sending little jolts of fire through her as his skin brushed over hers. There was nothing gentle about his touch. He wanted her to know who was in control.
“It’s my territory now, Delilah. Unless you plan to challenge me.” In one fluid move, he pulled down the left side of her bra and he began squeezing, rolling the taut nipple between his fingers.
Before she could object, his mouth was on her again as his fingers played with her nipple, pulling, pinching, and adding to the pleasure already building low in her belly. God help her; there was something about Frank that had her grinding against his thigh. He broke the kiss long enough to shove her leather jacket down behind her as far as her ass before he pinned her to the wall again, trapping her arms at her side with her own damn jacket.
“I smell you, Del. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
“No.” The lie spilled forth so easily until he tore her blouse open and pushed the fabric back from her chest. The rest of the bra was next to be pushed out of the way, leaving her chest completely bare.
With the utmost softness, his calloused fingers traced the still healing scars down her left side, sending a shiver through her. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, as his hand slid from her arm to her midriff.
“I don’t belong to you,” she said, even as he unbuttoned the top of her jeans.
“Yet,” he said, a blackness darkening the honey cream of his eyes.
Yet. She nearly echoed his word, even as he unzipped her jeans and peeled them past her hips. His hand dipped into her panties, lightly brushing over her curls until suddenly he grabbed her mound. Her eyes snapped to his.
