Not that they could be killed by anthing a human could wield. The only way to kill a Dragon King was by another Dragon King, and even then it wasn’t easy to do.
Banan tossed the piece of paper Jane had given him to Rhys. “Jane found the number that called Arnold yesterday when she heard mention of Dreagan.”
“What a great find, Jane,” Elena said.
Rhys shot Jane a smile. “Verra well done, lass.”
“I don’t know how any of you will determine who the number belongs to,” Jane said. “I mean, you’d have to know someone in the government to get you that information unless you’re a hacker.”
“We’re no’ hackers,” Banan said as he pulled out his phone and searched for a name under his contacts. He clicked the number and put the phone up to his ear, his gaze never leaving Jane’s. He wanted to see her face when next he spoke.
There was an answer on the third ring. “I need to speak with Henri North, MI5.”
Just as he expected, Jane’s eyes grew large, but her slow smile warmed him. The desire that had filled her flat a short time ago hadn’t vanished.
It was there, simmering just beneath the surface. From the way she looked at him, to the way his hands still felt her. To the way she touched her lips when she didn’t think he was looking.
If only they were alone. He wanted to kiss her again, to feel her melt against him and hear her sighs of pleasure. He yearned to strip her bare and commit everything to memory.
Banan pulled his gaze away from her to catch Rhys staring at him. He saw Rhys’s worry reflected in his gaze, but Banan wasn’t concerned. It was just a case of lust that he had.
That’s all.
That’s all it could be.
And he prayed that’s all it would be.
Chapter 8
Jane couldn’t stop looking at Banan. Her lips were still sensitive after his kiss, her body still reeling from his heat and the hard sinew of his chest.
If she hadn’t been drowning in desire, she might have reacted differently to seeing Richard. As it was, she was thankful that Banan had been there, because she wasn’t sure what Richard would have done otherwise.
No matter where Banan was, she was painfully, utterly aware of him. His every move, his every breath. She couldn’t explain it nor did she want to.
She shouldn’t have been surprised to learn he knew someone in MI5, because Banan seemed adept at everything he did. As if he were prepared for every eventuality.
What she feared, however, was that they didn’t need her anymore. Because that would mean Banan would disappear from her life. That thought made her ill. What would become of her life after Banan? Not only would she return to Plain Jane, but no longer would she experience the wonderful desire just a look from him could give her.
She listened to him give Henri North the phone number to trace. It was as simple as ordering takeout, or at least Banan made it appear so.
How did he know this Henri North, who hadn’t questioned why Banan wanted the number traced? Had Banan worked for MI5? Which didn’t seem so far-fetched.
He was leaning against the counter, seemingly relaxed. Yet she’d felt the tightly coiled muscles behind her when Richard came to her door. She’d noticed the way Banan’s body seemed poised for action, and he hadn’t hesitated in following Richard either.
Traits of a spy? Or just someone who knew a thing or two about life?
“Thanks, Henri. I owe you one,” Banan said before he ended the call.
Rhys crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me you have good news.”
But it was her that Banan looked at. “The number is untraceable.”
“How?” she asked.
“It takes someone with vast amounts of money and skill to pull something off like that.”
“Ulrik,” Rhys said, his voice dripping with anger, as if it was distasteful even to say the name.
Banan set his phone carefully on the counter as he weighed Rhys’s words. “Nay. Con has him watched. Besides, Con ruled him out as a suspect while Elena was still at Dreagan.”
Suddenly Elena stood. “I need to go tell…well, I need to go.”
Her slip didn’t go unnoticed by Jane, but Jane wasn’t about to say anything. She walked Rhys and Elena to the door, and could hardly contain her excitement when Banan remained.
Elena and Rhys hadn’t asked him to leave with them, and he hadn’t moved to follow them. But that left Jane feeling a bit uneasy with how to talk to Banan after their fiery, heart-stopping kiss.
“Jane,” he called softly after she closed the door.
She turned, her heart pounding erratically. Heat flooded her body when she saw the scorching intensity of his gaze. The desire in his stormy gray depths made her stomach flutter with anticipation and need unlike anything she had ever experienced.
He pushed away from the counter and started toward her. It was like an invisible cord wrapped around her and tugged her to him. She took that first, hesitant step, her chest heaving as if she’d run a marathon.
In seconds he’d crossed the small room. And then she was in his arms. His low moan as his lips touched hers sent chills racing over her entire body.
He held her tightly, crushing her against his muscles. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. This kiss wasn’t gentle. It was full of need, of longing.
Of unquenchable hunger.
He roughly backed her against the door, which only propelled her desire to burn hotter, brighter. His hands were touching her everywhere. And then he cupped her breast.
Jane tore her mouth from his as she groaned from the sensations rushing through her. Even with the material of the dress and bra, her breasts grew heavy, her nipples hard.
His gaze caught and held hers. No matter how she might have wanted to look away, she was trapped in his molten gaze. She quivered as his thumb moved slowly over her nipple. Heat speared through her to her center.
As if knowing her need, Banan rocked his hips against hers. The feel of his thick, hard arousal made her gasp, and then moan.
His thumb continued to tease her nipple, circling the tiny bud several times before thumbing it. He was going to drive her crazy with need, and she was going to enjoy every incredible minute of it.