Perfect.
Her grin deepened.
I whispered, “Come here.”
She sat on the bed next to me. “Are you going to get dressed?”
“Not until someone calls.”
She lifted her hand, raised it over my cheek, and trailed her fingers past my morning stubble.
I pulled her in and kissed that lovely mouth. She groaned and moved closer to me. There, I tasted her delicious mouth. The weight of her breasts crushed against my chest.
Ready to tear off her shirt, I pulled back. “Well, that settles it. Agent Barron, it’s time for you to get undressed.”
She smirked. “Alexander.”
“I need you.”
“Need?”
“Want. Crave. Desire. I’m addicted. Heal my suffering.”
“Damn.”
“Damn is right, Haven. Come back to bed.”
“We should be. . .” She bit her bottom lip.
“No one’s called just yet. Trust me. All will call soon. Until then. . .let’s spend an hour doing wicked things.”
“That does sound. . .wonderful. Much better than what I was thinking.” Her voice stroked right down to my cock. “Fucking you sounds like fun, but we’ve had our fill.”
Just when I was about to attack her, she tried to rise.
“We should—”
I gently grabbed and pulled her back to me. “No. I’m the one in charge.”
“Oh really?” She came back down on the bed.
I caught her hand and brought it to my lips. “You do understand that there’s no going back with us?”
Our eyes met.
“I was falling for you, long before I saw you naked.”
She giggled.
“Now. . .” I pulled her closer. “Now, I’ll never let you go.”
She gathered her arms around me.
I loved her embrace.
She sighed. “But what about the rules?”
“It’s time for the rules to change.”
“Can we change them?”
“I don’t give a damn either way. I must have you and that’s in all ways—in my unit and in my bed. I won’t have it any other way.”
She blinked. “I was thinking about this too, and I didn’t want you to leave the unit.”
“No one’s leaving. We’ll just hide this, when it comes to the agency. Other than that, we tell the world.”
“For how long can we keep it a secret from the other agents?”
“As long as necessary.” I shrugged.
What else could I say? I needed her and not just for today. I found I liked having her in my room. I enjoyed investigating cases with her at my side. I loved the sound of her voice. And the vast hugeness of her brain. I relished in her pussy and the scent of her skin.
She frowned. “But—”
“No buts.”
When her lips parted, I knew I caught her by surprise. And, just for the hell of it—just because her lips were so soft—I devoured that mouth again. She groaned, telling me that she yearned for me just as much as I did.
I lay her down on the bed.
She stayed in my arms, nestled against me. Soft and warm. The sweet floral scent of her soap teased my nose. She breathed, slow and easy.
And we made love again.
Chapter 33
When God Calls
Haven
After a lot of hot sex that morning, we slept in bed.
I woke up shocked that we had been so exhausted.
Alexander is a fucking beast. Who knew?
My clothes lay wrinkled on the floor.
Yawning, I checked my phone.
Shit.
There were several missed calls from Brett, Tina, Mom, and even Pastor Miller.
I rose from the bed and shook Alexander. “Baby, we have to wake up. Everyone’s been calling us.”
Groaning, he turned around, pulled me down to him, and kissed my forehead. “Good morning again.”
“Actually. . .good afternoon.”
“We slept that much?”
“We did. Lots of missed calls from everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“Yes.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “Six missed calls from Brett.”
“Not good.” He let me go, sat up, and grabbed his phone. When he picked it up, he paused and turned to me. “Hold on.”
“What?”
“Did you just call me baby?”
I parted my lips.
He quirked his brows.
“I. . .may have.”
He licked his lips. “I like that. No one has ever called me baby before.”
I giggled. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve never stayed around long enough for them to call me anything. I like quick and noncommitted situations.”
I frowned.
“However, that won’t be the case with you.”
I scowled. “It better not be. I don’t play that, and I’m pretty good with my gun.”
“Are you threatening your supervisor?”
“No, I’m threatening my baby.”
Turning on his phone, he winked. “Threat noted.”
I stretched.
“Yes, Stein. It’s me. I’m fine.” Naked, Alex rose from the bed. “Good!”
I stared at that perfect, muscled ass.
He covered the phone and whispered to me, “They grabbed Vernon.”
“Holy shit.”
He went back to the phone. “Good job. Has anyone questioned him? Good. I’ll be there soon. Yes. Don’t worry. I know where Haven is. I’ll bring her with me. What? Stop being nosy. You are being nosy.”
He walked off to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
I checked all my messages.
The first few were from Brett. First, they had a track on Vernon through his phone. He called the Millers, crying. He asked them to pick him up at an abandoned parking lot in Colesville. Pastor Miller and his wife said they would get him fast. In the next message, Brett said they beat the Millers there and grabbed Vernon.
I shook my head.
For Vernon to be so meticulous with not getting caught on the Fullbrooke Six, using his phone had not been the smartest move.
Tina’s message confirmed traces of all the victims’ DNA on Vernon’s paintings. Forensics believed he used their saliva and mixed it with the painting. Each victim’s DNA was on a canvas of a religious event. This would be the top evidence and putting Vernon in jail. Additionally, in the back of the canvases, there were small strands of each girl’s hair tied in a bow.
Vernon did it. We were right. Thank God.
Tina’s last message wanted to know where I was at and that they couldn’t reach Alexander.
Mom wept on her message asking me if I was sure it was Vernon. She wondered if I might have missed something. She wanted me to call immediately.
I pressed on the last message, dreading Pastor Miller’s words.
His voice came on the phone, full of grief and sadness. “Haven. . .we need to talk. I. . .I know you were put in a difficult situation.”
I’d never heard him sound so sad and destroyed.
“But Haven. . .maybe if we talked, I could explain everything better. I’m downstairs in the lobby of St. Mary’s Inn. Please meet with me today, and don’t bring Agent King. I don’t want to say this to anyone who isn’t family.”