There was so much hope in her voice that he didn’t want to disappoint her. “Diana freed herself first and called us. We’ve since learned your brother overcame his captor and made it safely back to Boston.”
Before they could chat more, the team arrived in a car he guessed was Quinn’s, since no other had been in the area. Of course, with the twins, he was learning to expect the unexpected. The team itself was a resourceful lot. Quinn seemed to be talking nonstop. When the agents and Quinn got close, Danny heard “You have no right to hold me. I’ve come to rescue Moira and take her back to Ireland.”
“The authorities might disagree with whether we can detain you,” Doc said. “They’ll hold you for kidnapping, first of all. But give us time. We’ll figure out more.”
It was time to get home. The team would—if they hadn’t already—find out if Quinn had a partner. The last thing they needed was to accept things were done when they weren’t. Danny needed Moira safe and able to make her own decisions, without danger hanging over her head. Danny wanted her like she was when she first arrived before they stifled her freedom.
As the rotor blades began to turn, Danny heard Cowboy. “Moira, you’re the first hot chick to hitch a ride with us.”
Danny closed his eyes. Cowboy was enjoying playing Russian roulette too much. Before Danny could open his eyes, he heard what he’d expected.
“Man down,” several agents said with laughter in their voices.
Chapter Thirty-Six
They couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough. Moira was so happy AJ had released her and Danny, while the others dealt with the authorities. Tomorrow, she’d have to talk with someone, but tonight, she wanted Danny. It was technically tomorrow already, but that wouldn’t stop them. She wanted his arms around her and his cock inside her.
Her nerves were still wired from the events of the night. Thank goodness Danny and his team had shown up. She’d been having trouble navigating and hadn’t had a big enough head start. Her fright had nearly weighed her down. But she’d been lucky with her hands being tied in front, shoes with laces, and her capturer underestimating her. She might not be a karate-chopping heroine, but she could hold her own. Especially when her life was on the line.
Quinn swore he only wanted to talk. If that had been the case, he could’ve stopped by Danny’s, not threatened Diana’s life.
She dropped her capris and stepped out of them. They’d almost made it to the stairs and she had already lost her shirt and pants. Well, and shoes, since she’d never have gotten her capris off. Danny was down to his underwear, and he was dropping them now.
She giggled at how furiously they were disrobing. She’d read about it, seen it on TV, but never felt this urgency to have sex. Not just sex. She expected mind-blowing sex. Honestly, sex with Danny was what was called for.
Reaching around her back for her bra clasp, she gave him a saucy smile. She wasn’t sure if she pulled it off, but Danny growled before pulling her close and kissing her nearly breathless. His mouth moved over hers with the care of an expert lover before his tongue dipped into her mouth. She loved kissing him.
Sexual awareness zinged through her body and settled between her thighs. Oh yeah, she planned to fuck the hell out of this man.
“Bed or floor?” he asked in a raspy voice, his lips still touching hers. Before she could answer, he lifted his forehead to hers. “Bed, of course. Your injuries.”
She wanted it bad, cuts, scrapes, and bruises be damned. She planned to enjoy every moment of their naked tumble in the sheets.
He broke away, looked down at her lace panties and smiled. Grabbing her hand, he led her up the stairs and to his room.
“Get them off now,” he said, as they entered his room.
He wouldn’t have to ask twice. She quickly dropped her panties and stepped out of them.
Next thing she knew, her back was to the door he’d just shut and his arms imprisoned her. It was erotic as hell. She knew a tiger lived in this man. He played the alpha male well outside the bedroom. Not that he hadn’t been an excellent and attentive lover, but he’d never been like this.
“This is for you leaving without a goodbye.” He lowered his head and gave her a hard, bruising kiss. One meant as punishment. One that made her knees weak.
He pulled back. “This one is for rescuing yourself.” She knew he struggled with not getting there in time to rescue her, but he’d shown up in time to bring her home. She could’ve gotten lost.
This kiss was soft and sensual. This kiss went to her core. As he nibbled on her lips, every nerve ending was on fire. She needed this man.
Barely managing to get a hand between them, she pushed back. He didn’t really move, but he seemed to get the point. Then he did something romantic. He leaned down and put his arms behind her knees, his other behind her back, and picked her up. He brought her to the bed and placed her there with raw lust in his eyes.
Standing beside the bed, Danny took the opportunity to study her before he knelt on the floor and kissed the side of her breast. Then he wrapped his hand around it and suckled her nipple. Lightning shot to her already wired core. He licked, nipped, and sucked until she thought she’d go mad.
When he stopped and stood, she thought it was time. But nay, he knelt between her thighs. That particular part of oral sex was always amazing, but she wanted him inside her. Now. “I want you. Now.”
He just grinned at her. She wanted to swat his head. At least he didn’t laugh.
“I want you good and ready
