`*`CHASE 2`*` Link to chase 3..pg 158! ❤️ - Page 89

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Angad glanced outside again and noticed another boy running down the street to join his friends.

"Oh, yeah, they're serious runners all right," he remarked sarcastically. "Especially the kid eating the donut. He's definitely headed for the Olympics."

Azaan got a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror. His hair was sticking up every which way. He hadn't bothered to comb it since he'd gotten out of bed, or rather, since he'd gotten off the sofa, and he self-consciously tried to pat it down as he said, "Uh……I don't believe any of those boys dragged themselves out of bed and came over here to run, Kripa. No, I'm pretty sure running isn't on their minds."

"Then what did get them out of their beds this early in the morning?" she asked, exasperated.

Angad answered. "Hormones, Kripa. Raging hormones."

"Oh, for heaven's sake. At this time of day? Boys their age have a whole lot more on their minds besides sex."

"No, they don't," Angad argued.

She looked at Azaan who sheepishly nodded. "They really don't," he agreed with Angad.

Angad jerked his thumb toward the windows. "At that age, I didn't think about anything else but sex."

Azaan nodded. "I'd have to agree with Angad again," he said. "It's all I ever thought about. Mostly I thought about how to get it, and when I finally did get it, then I thought about how to get it again."

She didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. The conversation was ludicrous. "You're saying that every second of every waking hour that's what you both where thinking about when you were teenagers?"

"Pretty much," Angad said. "So we know where they're coming from and what they're after. Maybe I ought to go outside and have a little talk with them."

"Don't you dare."

Angad came up with a better idea. He'd intimidate them. He pulled his T-shirt up over his gun and tucked the material behind it so that the weapon was clearly visible.

Azaan watched him. "That ought to discourage them."

As Angad was opening the front door for Kripa, he smiled and said, "Maybe I ought to shoot a couple of them."

Kripa rolled her eyes as she went past him, ignoring his scowl. Waving to her entourage, she jogged across the street and introduced Angad to the boys. She told them that he was her fianc. The kids all noticed Angad's gun, of course, but they gave it only a cursory glance before returning their full attention to Kripa's considerable asses. They didn't even look at him when Kripa explained that Angad worked for the FBI.

It all came down to spandex versus a loaded weapon, and spandex won.

Angad stayed right behind her as she ran. They boys fell into step around the two of them, taking turns trying to engage Kripa in conversation.

Donut boy was the first to fade. Three others quickly followed. Kripa gradually picked up the pace, her long legs eating up the pavement as she gracefully glided forward. She'd been right about her fan club's endurance. By the time they reached the entrance to the park, the last two boys were doubled over and panting for breath. Angad heard one of them gag and got an inordinate amount of pleasure from the sound.

Kripa loved this time of day. It was so peaceful and quiet and lovely. For an hour she forced herself to forget about everything and concentrate only on the path. The rain last night had left the leaves damp, but she knew that by noon, they would all be dried out again. A drought had hit Iowa hard, and the weeds and scrub were brown. As she rounded the bend around the blue water lake, the entrance to the nature preserve was on her right. There were a good ten acres of tall brown prairie grass. Like wheat, it swayed in the gentle morning breeze.

Sweat trickled down the back of her neck and between her breasts by the time she'd made a complete circle around the lake. She slowed down, then stopped, doubled over and took long deep breaths. She could hear Angad panting behind her.

Standing there, they were easy targets. He did a quick survey of the dense forest and overgrown brush around them, and moved closer to her. His T-shirt was covered with sweat. With the back of his arm he wiped his forehead. She could catch her breath when they were back home. "Let's get out of here. Do we walk or run home?"

"We jog."

The boys were waiting at the park entrance. Grinning like idiots, they once again fell into step around Angad and Kripa.

"Wimps," Angad muttered as Kripa waved good-bye to the boys and sprinted up the front walk.

Once the door was shut behind them, Angad relaxed. "Damn, it's humid out there."

"What did you think of our lake? Isn't it beautiful?"

Angad nodded. "This is the cabin you ought to buy, Kripa," he said.

"Isn't it lovely? It's a fisherman's paradise. You can actually see the fish in the clear, rock-bottomed water."

"Yeah? I didn't notice."

She had her hands on her hips and was still panting a bit. "How could you not notice? What were you looking at?"

"All the places the b****** could hide. He could have had you in his sights form the moment we entered the park until the moment we left, and I never would have spotted him. I can't let you do that run again. You hear me. Pradi? The unsub could have been hiding anywhere. There's too much territory to cover."

Her mouth went dry when she tried to speak. "You think he'll use a gun to……"

"He's an up close and personal kind of guy," Angad said. "He might try to wing you to slow you down though."

"There were other agents keeping both of you in their sights all the while you were in the park," Azaan added as Kripa passed him on her way to get some bottled water. He followed her into the kitchen and continued. "You both were safe."

Kripa returned to the living room, tossed Angad a bottle of Evian, and opened her own. She took a big drink and headed for the stairs.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait," Angad said as he went up the stairs ahead of her. He looked in the bathroom to make sure there weren't any surprises waiting.

He was being overly cautions, and she was thankful for it.

"Okay, go ahead."

She turned at the door, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him.

"What was that for?" he asked when she sauntered away.

She looked back, gave him a quick smile, and said, 'Why did I kiss you? That's an easy one. I kissed you because I think you're sweet."

He reacted as though she'd just insulted him. "There is nothing sweet about me."

"You were worried about me. Weren't you?"

"I never said I was worried."

She smiled. "No, but you were, weren't you?"

Yeah, but—"

"You're....sweet."

He was slowly advancing and with each step he took toward her, she took a step back.

"You are being very caring and protective about me and that's why you checked the bathroom just be on the safe side. You know what that makes you?"

"Don't say it," he warned.

"Sweet."

He shook his head. "No. I know why you really kissed me, babe. Be honest."

He caught her around the waist as she was backing into the bathroom. She was laughing as he pulled her up against him. His chest was like a brick wall. A warm brick wall.

He leaned down until his mouth hovered just an inch or two above hers. "Want me to tell you why you kissed me?"

"I'm waiting in breathless anticipation."

'It's simple. You want me."

He expected a protest, but wasn't the least disappointed when she said, "When you're right, you're right."

"You know what else?"

"What's that?" She leaned back so she could look at him.

"You're dying to get your hands on me." He pulled her closer.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and hooked her thumbs in his waistband.

"I did get my hands on you. You really need to work on that ego. I've noticed you don't have any self-confidence around women. It's sad really.....but....."

"But what?" he asked, rubbing his jaw against the side of her face as he waited for the zinger.

"You're still sweet," she whispered into his ear, then took his earlobe between her teeth and tugged,

He groaned. "I'll show you sweet."

Titling her heard back, his mouth came down on top of hers, and he kissed her with a passionate hunger. The kiss was wet, hot, wild, and thoroughly arousing.

Then it got better. The expression "putty in his hand" came to mind as she clung to him and allowed him to rob of her every logical thought. The kiss went on and on, and the taste of him was so wonderful, she kept trying to get closer and closer.

His touch was sinfully carnal, and she never wanted him to stop. He stroked her arms, her back, and her neck as he worked his magic, and she was caught up in such an erotic spell that the only thought she could hold on to now was a chant. Don't stop. Don't stop.

"Don't."

She said it out loud a second after he'd pulled back.

They were both shaking. "Don't what?" he whispered gruffly.

He was panting. She was arrogantly happy because she knew she was the reason for his distress, but then she realized she was doing the same thing.

"Don't what?" he repeated as he leaned down and kissed her once again. A light, gently caress that left her wanting more.

"I don't know."

"This is getting out of hand."

Her forehead was pressed against his chest. She bumped his chin when she nodded.

"And speaking of hands......."

"Yes?"

He kissed the top of her head. "You probably should move yours."

"What?"

"Your hands." His voice was gritty.

A gasp.Then, "Oh, God."

It took about five seconds to extricate herself from his shorts. Her face was burning as she turned and walked out of the room. She could hear him laughing as she went to her closet.

She grabbed her robe, went into the bathroom, and stripped out of her clothes. After she turned the shower on full blast, she stepped into the tub and all but ripped the shower curtain apart as she pulled it closed.

"Reason number one," she muttered,"he'll break my heart."

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the part was goodddddd...i loved it...hehe,,it wasnt that aduttie...if thats even a word..lol...angad hated those kids hehehe...thats funny..u know i wish i could see him hot and sweaty..lol..hed look soo hott!!serioulsy!!the part was HOT!!!!! ohh!! so they are finally a step further...lol..im not even concerned about the psych..nemore...lol....hehe...i love u, ur FF and AK's jodii and oh not to forget

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