Abducted Heart (Z-Series) by Jerri Drennen Page A

to activate the security system. He had turned it off earlier because company was coming. But now that he'd be settling in for the night, he wanted to know it was on and working. That nobody could get in.
    Right now, he wished he could get out.
    He still couldn't believe Brent would have the nerve to try to break in after the other night. The man was determined to get his hands on Casey. Hopefully now that he knew an alarm had been installed and Lynch and Zack were around to protect Casey, he wouldn't try it again. Because if he did, he wasn't getting away this time. Lynch was going to break his kneecaps— and his nose for good measure.
    Once Lynch was sure everything was secure, he headed back to the sofa to settle in for the night.
    An image of Casey in that slinky dress popped back into his head. Best to stay on the lower level . As far from Casey as he could get. She was just too damned tempting and he didn't need any complications. He had enough to deal with. He didn't need adultery to add to his list of indiscretions.
    Hell, some of the things he'd done over the years hadn't always set well. Even coming on to the secretary at Brent's office left a bad taste in the back of his throat. The fact that the woman wore an engagement ring helped since she shouldn't have found interest in any other man besides her fiancé anyway.
    Lynch sat on the edge of the cushion and slipped out of his boots. He grabbed the afghan from the corner and lay down, tucking the decorative pillow under his head. He stared up at the ceiling and wondered if Casey was in bed yet. Was she wearing another skimpy little gown that covered her body but concealed nothing?
    The thought had him rock hard again. What was he going to do if he couldn't get her off his mind? It was impossible to sleep with a full on erection.
    Lynch squeezed his eyes shut and slowly counted to ten.
    Squeaking from the staircase had him opening his eyes again. Casey stood on the top step, in a sexy number that revealed way more than he had a right to see.
    Her gaze connected with his.
    Lynch sucked in a ragged breath. Why was she doing this to him? He could see himself stalking right up those stairs and pushing her down to fuck her brains out. Who cared how uncomfortable it'd be for her? Right now, his cock hurt; she might as well, too.
    “Did you need something?” he asked, his voice cracking.
    “I'm nervous up here alone.”
    Lynch swallowed past the lump in his throat. She was doing this on purpose—trying to drive him over the edge.
    “I think it's best if we stay as far from one another as we can. Don't you? Especially after this morning.”
    Instead of agreeing and going back to bed, she came down the stairs and walked toward him, the sway of her hips hypnotizing Lynch. She was a temptress—a forbidden fruit, and damn it, he was hungry for something ripe and juicy.
    She stood directly in front of him, her hands clenching and unclenching at her side. Why was she torturing him like this? Did she think he had the patience of Job? The willpower of a man of the cloth?
    “Casey,” he said in barely a whisper.
    She moved closer, and the light from the hall illuminated her gown and made it completely transparent.
    Lynch reacted, grabbing her arms and pulling her down on top him. The warmth of her body ignited a fire deep in his belly. His cock grew harder against the inside of his jeans.
    He dug his hands into the back of her hair, and his lips found hers, slanting across her mouth in a passion he'd never experienced before. His tongue teased and taunted at the crease of her mouth, taking possession once she opened for him.
    He refused to think past the incredible sensations flooding his mind and body. They'd both have time for regrets in the morning. Now he was going to touch and taste every inch of her until he had his fill.
    His mouth left hers, and he kissed her slender neck, nibbling on the tender flesh until she moaned with pleasure. He loved how he could make her sing