Back In The Bedroom

“CHERI TOLD YOU all that,” Reilly said slowly.

“Yep.” Tess nodded. “But I already knew you weren’t just some ordinary accountant. You had big, tough, alpha male written all over you the moment I first laid eyes on you. Even half-naked and holding your bruised head, I knew.”

He really should have stopped for caffeine. In his present state, he wasn’t equipped to deal with this. He rubbed his temples. “What else?”

“She said you need kindness and compassion.”

Because, apparently, he was pretty damn pathetic. “You know, for future reference, when someone asks you a question like ‘what else did they say?’ and when that something else is so blatantly negative, you should probably just keep it to yourself.”

She cocked her head and said, “I didn’t realize you weren’t looking for the truth. You seem like a guy who appreciates the truth.”

He moved toward her yet again, because apparently he hadn’t tortured himself enough when it came to her. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but why were you two talking about me in the first place?”

“Cheri said I should forgive you for being such a jerky boss, that you didn’t mean to be so short and abrupt all the time.”

“And she said this because…?”

“Because you’d just reminded me that you needed the Morrow file, when you’d already told me three times, and I was still on the phone with another client. You didn’t appear very happy with me, even though I was doing my best.”

He stared at her. Had he done that? Obviously he had, but coming out of her mouth he sure sounded like an ass…

“She also said that despite your impatience, your rudeness and your temper, you have a heart of gold and, if I stayed long enough, I’d see it for myself. She told me not to let you scare me off.”

Suddenly, he was glad his mother wasn’t there because he had the urge to wrap his hands around her meddling neck.

“And then I said that not much could scare me off-” She broke off and looked away for a moment, as both of them clearly remembered what exactly did scare her.

Armed burglars.

“And then I told her,” she whispered, “that I already knew you had a heart of gold and I wasn’t going anywhere until the job was done, which it will be in two more days.”

He stopped fantasizing about strangling Cheri and took a closer look at the woman in front of him. She was small, almost deceptively fragile and yet, he knew damn well how much inner strength she had. More than any woman he’d ever met. “I don’t have a heart of gold. Not even close.”

“We met under unusual circumstances,” she said, still very quietly. “It accelerated everything. Don’t say that isn’t true.”

“Tess-”

“You saved me that night.”

“Anyone would have done the same.”

“No.”

He let out a disparaging breath, and she got up out of her chair and came around the desk to stand right in front of him. “You saved me and I’ve never even thanked you.”

“Don’t.” God. He couldn’t take that. Without even knowing why, he reached for her hand. “And don’t make me out to be someone I’m not.”

“I just want to know more about you.” She lifted her face. “Cheri told me something bad happened to you on your last job. That you’ve been messed up because of it.”

“Cheri talks too much.”

Her other hand came up and sandwiched his, then she brought it up between her breasts, against her heart, which he could feel beating strong and steadily.

“I promised myself I wasn’t going to touch you,” she said. “But then you touched my hand and…” She smiled a little. “And I can’t seem to resist.”

“I shouldn’t have touched you at all. Ever.”

“It’s too late. Did you know…?”

“What?”

“That I’ve been the one to kiss you, every time?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth. “Have you?”

“Yes. And next time…if there is a next time, you’ll have to kiss me.”

He absolutely was not going to do that. Her lips were naked and parted, and now he had to close his eyes. Probably. He probably wasn’t going to kiss her.

“Tell me what makes you so…stoic,” she said softly.

“Just because I don’t talk every moment of the day doesn’t mean I’m stoic.”

She let out a little laugh and said, “Okay, maybe stoic isn’t the right word. But distant isn’t either, or cold.” She tilted her head and dropped her gaze to his lips, which reminded him of how they felt on hers.

“Definitely not distant,” she whispered. “Or cold.”

He groaned; he couldn’t help it. His hands dropped down to her hips and dragged her closer. “You drive me crazy.”

“Why?”

“You make me want.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I don’t want to want, damn it.”

“Because of what happened to you?” She cupped his face. “Oh, Reilly. Did you get your heart broken?”

Broken, tromped on and destroyed, but that was another story. “She shouldn’t have told you I was in the CIA. She shouldn’t have told you that my last job went bad, that I was betrayed by a double agent who just happened to be sleeping with me at the time.”

Her eyes softened even more and she slid her arms around his neck. “She didn’t tell me that part, she never said… How badly were you hurt?”

“I don’t want-”

“Please, Reilly. Please tell me.”

It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had to tell her something so it might as well be the truth. “Look, I was stuffed in a trunk for a few days and left to die,” he said, shrugging. “I’m over it.”

Now those eyes went suspiciously bright. Wet, shiny moss. “My God,” she whispered on a wavering breath as she hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe. “No wonder.”

“No wonder what?”

“No wonder you don’t like people close. You were hurt by someone you let in.”

“Not that hurt.”

“And no wonder you’re an accountant. You get to work alone. With numbers instead of people, for the most part.”

He didn’t know what to do with the fact she saw him so clearly. “I was an accountant for the CIA, too, before the field stuff. I was an analyst.”

“Everything makes so much sense now. Like why you’re afraid of the dark.”

He wasn’t afraid of the dark.

He wasn’t afraid of anything.

She skimmed her mouth over his jaw, leaving soft, short sweet little kisses as she worked her way over his flesh.

In reaction, his stomach tightened. Other parts did, too.

And as it turned out, he was afraid of something.

He was afraid of her. “Tess, I thought you weren’t going to kiss me-”

“I haven’t, not really. It doesn’t count unless I touch your lips with mine, which if you’ll notice, I didn’t do.”

He’d noticed. It was just that his body didn’t seem to be able to comprehend the difference, not one little bit. “Tess-”