Kade's Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans) Read Online Free Page B

hardened nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. God, this woman was killing him.
    She moaned at the feel of his lips, and reached for his ass: hard, sexy, rough; that was Tristan. She knew the sex would be fast, but good. She also knew she would walk away with no strings attached. Sydney gasped as Tristan slid a hand up her belly and cupped her breast. Sydney moaned in response. “Tristan, please...”
    He leaned and whispered in her ear, “Like that, mon chaton, do you? Come on now, tell me what you want.”
    Sydney had enough with the games. “Tristan, you and me upstairs...now. I am done playing.” She could barely speak as she licked her lips. Dancing and pulling him close, she ground against his hard arousal.
    “Ah fuck,” Tristan grunted, noticing that Kade just walked into the bar. “Sorry, Sydney, but an old friend just came into the club. You have no idea how I hate interrupting our fun, but I have to talk with him...important business. It’ll only take a few minutes though. Do you want to go up to my private room and wait for me? I'll meet you upstairs in ten minutes.” He was irritated with the interruption, but this was important.
    As Sydney contemplated her answer, she felt a chill again like she felt down at the docks. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. He was here. Rapidly scanning the room, she saw Kade sitting at the bar staring at her. She wasn’t imagining things. Kade was actually here, and for some reason he didn’t look happy. What in the hell was he doing here? Did he follow her from the crime scene? Couldn’t she get one hour of peace without the job following her?
    Sydney took off across the dance floor toward Kade without saying a word to Tristan, leaving him wondering what the hell she was doing. Why wasn’t she going upstairs to his room? No, instead she stomped directly over to his friend Kade, looking like she was on a warpath. Damn. Putting two and two together, Tristan quickly surmised that somehow Sydney knew Kade. He wasn’t sure how, but so far this didn’t look good. Immediately, Tristan recognized that Sydney had switched into work mode, and that meant things could get ugly.
    Hands on hips, Sydney stalked up to Kade, daggers shooting from her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you following me? Perhaps we need to get a few things straight if we're going to work together.” Despite her anger, Sydney felt instantly drawn to him, and she found herself even angrier that her traitorous body was responding to Kade’s presence.
    Tristan stifled a laugh. No filter on his girl. Before Kade had a chance to answer her, Tristan held out his arms to Kade. “Hey, Kade! Welcome! I’ve missed you, brother.” The men exchanged hugs and then both stared back at Sydney waiting for her reaction.
    Confusion swept over her as she watched the two sexy men hug and talk as if they were good friends. Tristan and Kade know each other? Friends? Shit. Sydney was pissed, not just pissed but pissed off and aroused. Seriously? Can my night get any worse? She had been trying so hard to relax....trying not to think about the murder or how Kade had completely thrown her at the scene and tried to steal her case, or how he turned her on beyond belief. Now here he was...right here in the bar, watching her while she danced and practically had sex on the dance floor. Just freaking great. Not only was she irritated at the interruption, she realized that she was irritated at herself for being so attracted to him. Worse, he was looking at her seductively, noticing her sexy clothing...or lack thereof. She guessed her air of professionalism was shot to hell. Whatever, he wasn’t supposed to be here anyway, screwing up her entire night.
    As she was about to bolt, Tristan grabbed her possessively around the waist, and turned to Kade. “So, you two know each other? Care to share?”
    Sydney wanted to shove Tristan’s hand away, but she didn’t want Kade to suspect she desired him. The thought