She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. Slowly, she ran her tongue up his neck and nibbled his ear. "It's going to take two of us to defeat Walter, and you know it."
"Maybe." His breath was hot and quick against her cheek. "But I want you out of the firing line. I want you to leave."
She trailed tiny kisses across his cheeks. "No," she whispered against his lips. Then she kissed him deeply, giving him no time to respond.
They were both panting by the time she pulled away. She ached for him, ached so fiercely it was almost painful. He throbbed against her—so close, and yet so far. She continued to rock gently, teasing them both. Deep down, the quivering began.
"Oh, God, Shirley." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "If you stay here, she will come after you. Walter is the important one. He's the one we have to stop."
