Sean nibbled her inner thighs, but his kisses were hotter, his hands moving up her sides as his mouth covered her stomach, kissing her ribs, her breasts, her neck, and suddenly he devoured her mouth again, hot and focused. His rock-hard body pressed against her, quivering with restraint, and his hands reached behind her neck, his fingers entwined with her long, thick hair.
Her hands grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.
“Luce,” he whispered on a hot breath. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ve missed you this week. God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed her jawline, then her neck, his tongue and mouth claiming every inch of her flesh as they edged their way to the nape of her neck. He licked the tender hollow spot at her throat, sending another jolt of electric- charged desire through her body. He chuckled softly.
“You sound pleased with yourself,” she said, her voice sounding nothing like her.
“I am. With me. With you. Us.” He drew her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled. He touched her everywhere, his talented fingers knowing exactly which muscle to massage hard, which to skim, which to kiss.
She wanted to explore Sean, but his skin was hot and flushed and he already had his pants off. When had that happened? She couldn’t remember. She felt drunk, even without drinking any wine.
He reached down to the floor and it wasn’t until he pulled his wallet out of his jeans that she realized what he was doing. She had never paid much attention when he’d put on a condom in the past. It had embarrassed her a bit; she didn’t know why, didn’t want to think about it. Now she found herself watching, intrigued, and feeling playful. She reached out and put her hands on his as he rolled the condom on.
Why was he shaking? He was always so confident in bed, so positive he could make her happy, and he did. Was he nervous?
Sean had made her more comfortable with sex than the two partners who had come before him. She was emboldened as she pushed his hands away and finished putting on the condom. She ran her fingers lightly over the base of his quivering penis, so solid, but covered in soft, warm skin.
She surprised herself again when she sat up and kissed the tip.
“You do that and I’m going to completely lose it,” he said through clenched teeth.
He urged her back down on the bed, his mouth open and seeking hers. He kissed her as if it were the last time. His penis touched her at just the right spot, as if it had a mind of its own. He thrust into her quickly and she gasped from the sudden invasion. He held himself still, his hands clasped in hers, a bead of sweat dripping from his chest to hers.
She’d always been on top, more comfortable when she was in control. She hesitated, just a fraction, but Sean was so in tune with her body and emotions that he knew what she had thought.
He whispered in her ear, “Just say the word, Luce. I’m yours, any way you want.”
She kissed him hard, his understanding and faith in her overwhelming and so appreciated.
“Just like this,” she managed to say.
As he started to move within her, slowly at first, the wonderful wave Lucy was becoming familiar with every time she and Sean were together grew quickly. They developed a rhythm that was both new and familiar; they were still exploring, but amazingly perceptive as they each anticipated the changes within the other.
Sean knew he wasn’t going to last. Not with Lucy beneath him for the first time, the trust and faith she’d placed in him as overpowering as the sexual combustibility burning between them. She didn’t know or understand what her touch, her scent, her body did to him. He could never get enough of her, never wanted to get enough. He could make love to her daily and enjoy it each and every time. She was becoming bolder; he pictured her lips on his cock and he couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to.
“Lucy,” he breathed into her neck, then he stretched up and stared at her glowing face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her skin flushed as her body kept pace with his increased tempo. He groaned as his orgasm hit, wishing he could have held off until Lucy was done, but she had completely undone him. He rocked against her, bringing her to her peak, watching as her chest rose and her back arched. Her hands squeezed his ass so hard it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so extraordinarily good.
Her body froze and she let out a quiet cry as her pleasure poured through her. Then, simultaneously, every one of her muscles relaxed.
Sean collapsed onto his back, pulling her with him, holding her for a long minute as she basked in her femininity and power.
“You are amazing,” he said before realizing the words were out of his mouth.
“So are you,” she said with a smile.
He kissed her. Then again. He could make love to her all night. He wanted to.
“We need to eat. And sleep.”
“We do,” she agreed, but made no move to get up.
He kissed her again. “Stay.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted.”
He smiled and reluctantly rose from the bed. He walked to the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
“Sean Rogan, you are hopelessly, irrevocably, in love.”
He wanted to tell her. But he didn’t want to scare her. Lucy wanted slow and steady. He would be slow and steady.
For now.
He finished in the bathroom, and returned to find Lucy sitting on the edge of the bed in his T-shirt eating one of the sandwiches.
“I thought I said don’t move.”
“I worked up an appetite.”
Sean found his boxers on the floor and stepped into them, then sat next to Lucy and grabbed a sandwich.
“This doesn’t count as our weekend away,” Sean said, reiterating what he’d told her last night.
“It doesn’t?” Lucy feigned ignorance.
“Nope. We’ll call this a prequel.”
She sipped her wine with a smile. “Fine by me.”
EIGHTEEN
Wade Barnett sat in the interview room with his lawyer, James Thorpe. Suzanne hadn’t dealt with Thorpe before, but Panetta knew him. “Five hundred dollars an hour,” he’d grumbled to her before they walked into the room. “Attorney for the rich and infamous.”
“I gather you’re not a fan of his?”
“So perceptive, for a Fed.”
She rolled her eyes and opened the door. “Mr. Barnett, thank you for coming down here this morning.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Wade grumbled.
“You always have a choice,” Suzanne said.
“Then I’m leaving.”
“Well, of course, you’re not under arrest, but I can fix that since you lied to me Thursday. Did you know that lying to a federal law enforcement agent is a crime? Now, if I hadn’t joined Detective Panetta, we wouldn’t be able to arrest you right now. But, because you lied to me-a
“You can’t-”
Thorpe put a hand on Barnett’s forearm. “Hear them out.”
Suzanne was having fun with the interrogation. This was her favorite part of the job.
“Thank you,” Suzanne said, filling her tone with sincerity. Barnett was wary. He was squirming. He was acting so guilty she expected him to make a full confession this morning before lunch.
She’d go out and celebrate. With champagne.
Panetta said, “Mr. Barnett, you told us on Thursday that you didn’t recognize any of these young women.” He
