Stolen Moment [Enslaved & Enticed] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tatum Throne Page B

energy light as a feather and brushing against his mind. Rylie caught the sight of her naked riding him cowgirl on his bed. Her eyes flew open. He was watching her intently.
    “What did you see?” he asked.
    “Us together on your bed.”
    “You got it. That’s what you need to do every time.”
    He sat down on the leather sofa while she paced.
    “You’re frowning,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    Rylie wasn’t sure how she was going to tell him that she thought they should cool it with the sex. “I’m just trying to figure out where I stand in all of this.”
    “You’re part of the group now. You’ll get an objective and help us solve the case.”
    “I know.”
    “You have doubts about the work?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “About us?”
    She nodded. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to have these lingering doubts, Trey. The pictures. The money for my trips.”
    “You can trust me, Rylie.”
    “I want to. I’m trying.”
    “What do you need of me, babe?”
    “I need time.”
    He lifted his brows. “I’ll give you as much as you want. Just don’t push me away.”
    “I don’t see how I can work for you and sleep with you at the same time.”
    She could see that he was surprised by her words. Trey leaned forward clasping his hands. “It doesn’t have to be complicated, Rylie. I’ll make sure it’s not.”
    “I think it’s better to cool things while we still like each other. If things go wrong, I lose you and the job.”
    “So let me make sure I understand what you want. You’re picking the job over me?” he asked.
    “It’s better this way.”
    Trey stood, pacing away and running a hand through his hair in frustration. He turned around and glowered. “Better for who? You or me?”
    “For both of us.”
    She felt every tangible vibration of his anger. He had every right to be angry with her for putting the brakes on things this way.
    “This is what you want?” he asked.
    “Yes. I just need time. We both do before we ruin everything.”
    “You’re running. You’ve seen the future for us. I know you have. You can’t run from fate.”
    “We always have a choice.”
    He snorted. “I’m free to have sex with any other woman I want?”
    She felt her face flame and jealousy steal her breath away. “I don’t own your penis. You can do whatever you want with it.”
    Understanding filtered through his gaze, putting every one of her female senses on high alert. Trey wasn’t about to let her go easily.
    “This is what you want?” he asked again.
    Her voice faltered and she had to clear her throat two times before she could speak. “Yes. It’s the only way things can be between us.”
    It was over. Rylie knew she couldn’t be with a man that had so many secrets. It’d be better to break it off now anyway before things got too complicated. Trey didn’t look like a man that would take no for an answer, but he was going to have to.
    Trey crossed the room to his leather jacket flung over the couch. He slipped his arms into it. He then crossed the room to stand before her. Pain and hurt filtered through his gaze before he locked it away and thr ew the key into the garbage. Rylie knew he was shutting her out for a little while. She tried to tell herself that it was for the best and that it was what she ultimately wanted. It didn’t stop the hurt from slashing through her heart.
    Trey leaned down to whisper into her ear. His lips skimmed the curve of her lobe, sending shivers down over her harden ed nipples.
    “You’ll come back to my bed willingly. Begging me to take you hard, fast, and wet.”
    Rylie swallowed hard, trying to regain the control she had over body. She was desperately losing the upper hand she had with Trey. He was manipulating the situation to his advantage.
    “You’re not making this easy on either of us.”
    “I’m not planning on making it easy for you to walk away from me, Rylie. I know you love me.”
    “Stop it!”
    She turned away, but he stopped