Lindsey took the warning...and ignored it. He was tired of lying to her, tired of running scared from Saerian and the Senior Partners.
He shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in a shirt over a wifebeater, shirt collar loose at his throat. He leant further over her, trailing kisses down her throat. His hand slid under her shirt, warm against her stomach, sliding up far enough for the tips of his fingers to brush the underside of her breasts.
Hesitating just a moment, Lindsey nuzzled at the point where her neck met her shoulder. He took a breath, and then bit down. Hard.