Susie wanted to howl. She had this big bad mercenary dangling by her pinky, and just the mention of orgasm had his jaw dropping to the cobbled sidewalk framing Champion Avenue.“Witch.” He grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a cock teaser. You’ve done everything but rub your pussy in my face.”She blinked. Had she gone too far?His hold on her firmed. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not objecting to the dance, just putting you on notice that the outcome may not be what you’re gunning for. I’m not a settling-down, white-picket-fence type of man. My job’s dangerous, and when I go on a mission, I go knowing I may never come back. I love what I do, and no woman’s going to change that.”Susie stared at him. He wasn’t handsome by any conventional standards. The craggy features, the myriad faded scars above his right temple, and the crooked nose didn’t soften the harsh lines of his features but added a piratical, brooding aura that ambushed the senses, hers anyway.He wasn’t the kind of man to do anything by halves, not Joe Huroq, and he was giving her fair warning, big-time.
