I don’t need time to think.
“Krebs,” is my immediate response.
“The one and only.”
“That has to be more than a coincidence. Who was putting on the seminar?”
“The yacht was chartered by a company by the name of Glan Development. Pearl is looking into it.”
Excitement at this new lead is obvious on Kate’s face, adding yet another attractive layer to the woman I’m already finding hard to resist.
“I should probably let Matt know,” I mention.
I’m less than enthusiastic about spending more time on the phone, but he should be made aware. There are resources the Bureau has which might come in handy tracking down that company.
“Pearl already talked to him,” Kate murmurs, taking a step closer.
Now only a few feet apart, facing each other, the electricity sparking earlier recharges the air between us.
Oh, what the hell.
Two steps, and my mouth is covering hers before my arms have a chance to close around her, pulling her soft curves against my body. Her hands go straight for my head, fingers twisting in my hair as she opens up and invites me in.
A groan surges up from my gut at the first deep taste of her mouth. A release of the barely containable restraint I’ve been holding on to for what seems like forever. Hunger rages through me as I voraciously claim her with my kiss. One she matches with every lash of my tongue.
The next moment we’re moving, my body pressing hers backward toward my bedroom. Her restless hands in my hair still and she pulls back from my kiss.
“Is this okay?” I remember to ask, staring into her now almost silver eyes.
“I’m not sure,” she whispers, and I can sense indecision war within her.
“For what it’s worth, neither am I,” I admit. “But it sure as fuck feels okay.”
“This will complicate things.”
Her words are almost breathless and her face is flushed deep. She wants this as much as I do.
“They’re already complicated,” I point out, firming my hold on her body.
She brings her hands down to my chest and for a moment I think she might push me away. But then her fingers curl into my shirt and she lifts her face, mumbling, “You’re right,” right before she presses her lips to mine.
With intent clear between us, my mind is blank and the pace almost frantic, mouths and hands claiming as clothes disappear. Full breasts fill my hands as I taste my way down the long column of her neck. The moment my lips close over a flushed pink nipple, she arches her back, pressing herself deeper into my mouth.
“Yesss…”
Her hissed encouragement has me go down on my knees, exploring the soft flesh of her belly. The scent of her arousal lures me to her center.
Everywhere I can reach I’m met with downy, fragrant skin; her breasts, the swell of her stomach, the globes of her ass, and even the firm muscles of her legs are encased in a layer of softness I can’t seem to stop touching.
Peering up from my vantage point, I find her eyes dark with heat as she looks down at me. Magnificent and unapologetic. She’s stunning; a picture of delicate strength and bold confidence.
I hook my fingers in her panties—her last remaining garment—and hold her gaze as I slowly pull them down her legs. Grabbing her firmly by the hips, I move her a step until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. She lets herself fall back and I groan at the sight of her.
My eyes zoom in on the neatly-trimmed, russet patch of curls between her legs and she doesn’t resist when I press her wide open.
Fuck, so pretty.
When I drag a finger through her folds, slick with her arousal, the tangy scent of her makes my mouth water. My eyes flit up to hers, a silent request for permission, which is granted with a further widening of her legs.
It’s fucking bliss; my face cushioned by her soft thighs as my lips and tongue explore her pussy. One of her hands grabs on to the back of my head as she slides the other between her legs, spreading her lips to guide my tongue.
It’s the hottest thing ever, having her take control of the way I please her.
When she lifts her ass off the bed, grinding herself on my tongue as she flicks her own clit, I almost lose it. I’m glad she hadn’t managed to get my jeans off yet. The delicate balance between pain and pleasure it provides keeps my cock from blowing prematurely when she climaxes with a full body shiver and an elongated moan.
“My turn,” she declares in a mumble, propping herself up on her elbows.
I run the back of my hand across my mouth and grin at her.
“Sweetheart, you even look at my dick, it’ll go off,” I point out, getting to my feet as my hands go for my fly.
“Surely, a seasoned federal agent like yourself is in full control of his body,” she teases, her eyes following closely as I pull down my zipper.
I shove jeans and boxer briefs down, my angry cock slapping against my stomach as I kick my clothes aside.
“Not when I still have the taste of you on my lips,” I warn her as I plant my fists in the mattress on either side of her. “Scoot up.”
I enjoy watching her tits bounce as she wiggles herself up the bed.
“Nice,” she drawls out, her eyes fixed on my dick when I climb over her.
Reaching out, she strokes her index finger from root to tip, eliciting a pained groan from me. Grabbing her hand, I stretch her arm over her head, wedging my hips between hers.
Her pussy is slick and hot as I rub the head of my cock against her folds. She tilts her hips to invite me inside when a thought hits me.
“Fuck. Condom. I don’t think I have any.”
I let go of her wrist and brace myself on my arms, preparing to lift off her when she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me back down.
“For what it’s worth, last time I tested clean and I haven’t been…active since. Pregnancy isn’t an issue since I lack the proper equipment,” she informs me.
So that’s what the faint scar right above her pubic bone is from. I was wondering.
“Haven’t been with anyone since my last test either.”
Still I wait, poised over her. It’s her call to make, which she does with a sly smile and a sure hand that glides down my chest and over my belly, grabbing my cock firmly at the base.
“Then what the hell are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Poised at her entrance, I intend to gentle myself into her, but Kate has different plans. She moves her hands to my ass, plants her feet flat in the bed and lifts her hips, taking me inside her to the root.
The last conscious thought I have is, damn, this woman is something else, before my mind blanks and my body takes over.
FIFTEEN
Mitch
The muffled sound of a phone ringing penetrates my groggy mind, but it takes me a moment to orient myself.
The bed is familiar, but the soft body I’m wrapped around is a bit of a surprise.
Then it all comes back to me, and I have to bury my nose in her luscious strawberry-blond hair to make sure I didn’t just dream one of the most memorable nights of sex in a long fucking while.
Her soft moan as she wiggles her butt back, brushing up against the one part of me that was apparently well awake, has me almost forget what woke me in the first place.