“Head south on Stewart. Keep going until I tell you when.”

She cruises down the street.

Shit, the lights at Yale are on yellow.

“Run them, Ana,” I urge.

Ana overreacts and we’re thrown back as we speed through the intersection. The light on red.

“He’s taking Stewart,” Sawyer says.

“Stay with him, Luke.”

“Luke?”

“That’s his name.” Didn’t you know?

She glances at me.

“Eyes on the road!” I yell.

“Luke Sawyer?”

“Yes!” Why are we talking about this now?

“Ah.”

“That’s me, ma’am,” Sawyer says. “The unsub is heading down Stewart, sir. He’s really picking up speed.”

“Go, Ana. Less of the fucking chitchat.”

“We’re stopped at the first light on Stewart,” Sawyer informs us.

“Ana—quick—in here.” I point to the parking lot on the south side of Boren Avenue. She turns sharply, gripping the steering wheel, and the expensive tires on my magnificent R8 squeal in disapproval, but Ana holds it, and swerves into the crowded lot.

Shit. That must have been a quarter-inch off the tread.

“Drive around. Quick.”

Ana takes us to the back of the parking lot. “In there.” I point to an empty space. Ana gives me a quick, panicked look. “Just fucking do it,” I growl. And she does. Perfectly. As if she’d spent her whole life driving my car.

Well done, Ana.

“We’re hidden in the parking lot between Stewart and Boren,” I tell Sawyer.

“Okay, sir. Stay where you are; we’ll follow the unsub.” He sounds a little irritated.

Tough.

I turn to Ana. “You okay?”

“Sure.” Her voice is deathly quiet, and I know she’s really shaken.

I try for humor to calm us both. “Whoever’s driving that Dodge can’t hear us, you know.”

Ana laughs. Loudly. Too loudly. She’s masking her fear.

“We’re passing Stewart and Boren now. I see the lot. He’s gone straight past you, sir.”

Thank Christ. The relief is instant, for Ana, too. I blow out a breath. “Well done, Mrs. Grey. Good driving.” Reaching up, I startle her when I stroke my fingertips down her face. She takes a huge gulp of air.

“Does this mean you’ll stop complaining about my driving?” she asks.

I laugh, and it’s cathartic. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.”

“Thank you for letting me drive your car. Under such exciting circumstances, too.” She’s trying to stay bright, but she sounds brittle as if she’s about to break.

I switch off the ignition, as she’s made no attempt to do so. “Maybe I should drive,” I offer.

“To be honest, I don’t think I can climb out right now, to let you sit here. My legs feel like Jell-O.” Her hands are shaking.

“It’s the adrenaline, baby. You did amazingly well, as usual. You blow me away, Ana. You never let me down.” I stroke her cheek again with the back of my hand because I need to touch her, to reassure her and me that we’re safe. Tears well in her eyes, and her choked sob surprises us both as tears start coursing down her face. “No, baby, no. Please don’t cry.” I can’t bear to see her cry. Reaching over, I unbuckle her seat belt, grasp her waist, and pull her over the center console into my lap; her feet remain on the driver’s seat. Smoothing her hair off her face, I kiss her eyelids, and her cheeks, then bury my nose in her hair as she curls her arms around my neck and sobs into my throat. Cradling her close, I let her cry it out.

Ana. Ana. Ana. You did so well.

Sawyer’s voice startles us. “The unsub has slowed outside Escala. He’s casing the joint.”

“Follow him,” I order.

Ana wipes her nose with the back of her hand, sniffles, and takes a deep breath.

“Use my shirt,” I offer, and kiss her temple.

“Sorry,” she says.

“What for? Don’t be.”

She wipes her nose again, and I hold her chin, tipping it up and kissing her tenderly. “Your lips are so soft when you cry, my beautiful, brave girl.” I keep my voice low, conscious of our security at the other end of the phone.

“Kiss me again,” she whispers, and all I hear is the need in her voice. It lights a fire in my soul. “Kiss me.” Her voice is husky and insistent. Retrieving my BlackBerry from its cradle, I hang up and toss it on the seat, next to her feet. I weave my fingers through her hair, holding her in place while my lips find hers and my tongue finds hers. She welcomes it, her tongue caressing mine and kissing me back with an intensity that steals my breath away. She clutches my face, her fingers skimming over stubble as she takes all I have to offer.

I groan. And my body responds. All the adrenaline heading south.

Fuck. I want her.

I move my hand down her body, feeling her, brushing her breast, her waist, and landing on her backside. She moves, sliding on top of my trapped dick. “Ah!” I pull away, panting.

“What?” she says against my lips.

“Ana, we’re in a car lot in Seattle.”

“So?”

“Well, right now I want to fuck you, and you’re shifting around on me; it’s uncomfortable.”

“Fuck me, then.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, as her words take me by surprise. I stare into her dark, dark eyes that are nearly all pupil. All lust. All need.