“You broke all his codes?”
Sean shrugged, but Lucy could see he was pleased with himself. “He was being lazy. Or preoccupied. I suspect I complained one too many times that his incompetence was keeping me away from you far too long.”
“Preoccupied? About what?”
“Nora’s pregnant.”
“That’s great.” Lucy was happy for Sean’s brother and sister-in-law. Nora was over forty and didn’t think she’d have children. They’d been trying since their marriage three years ago. “That means you’ll be Uncle Sean pretty soon. The kid’s going to be spoiled.”
Suddenly, a flash of the unborn baby, dead in Nicole’s womb, crossed her vision. She shook her head, not wanting to think of death when there was life to celebrate. Hers, Sean’s, a future Rogan niece or nephew.
“Hey-Luce-what’s wrong?”
Steam from the shower began to fill the room. “Nothing-just this case. I’ll tell you about it over dinner.”
“Put it out of your mind.” His kissed her as he unbuttoned her blouse. “Far, far out of your mind.”
She savored his kisses. With Sean, it was easy to put work aside for an hour or two of play. “What mind?” she whispered.
“Better.” His hands skimmed her legs as he slid her slacks down to the floor. He knelt in front of her, lifted one foot out of the tangle of clothing, and kissed her toes. Then he picked up her other foot and kissed it. As his hands moved back up her body, his lips followed, and her body turned liquid. She would have fallen if he didn’t support her.
He rose, nearly a full head taller than her, and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. He held her face while she unbuttoned his jeans. She pushed them down to the floor, along with his boxers, and they both stood naked in the steam-filled room, their hands roaming, touching, remembering where they’d left off last week, before Sean’s business trip.
Before she met Sean, she would never have been this brazen, would never have participated in sexual banter. He had been both determined and patient, giving her space to learn her own desires while pushing her to seek them. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him warmly, whispering, “I’m really,
He didn’t smile, but walked her backward into the shower.
She jumped. “Too hot!” She turned the faucet much colder.
“You like hot showers.”
“Not when it’s a thousand degrees outside.”
“Enough talking.” He grinned as he pushed her under the stream of lukewarm water, his body pressed firmly against hers. Everything that had happened that day, all that she had seen and heard, rolled from her thoughts as the refreshing water cascaded over them, cleansing her, emptying her memories of all but how much she loved Sean.
The moment was pure bliss.
Sean had been thrilled with Lucy’s spontaneous joy when she saw him unexpected in the kitchen. The last two months, since they’d returned from their non-vacation in the Adirondacks, had been an exercise in managing schedules. Between her job with the FBI and his partnership in RCK, they were lucky to see each other more than one night a week. It didn’t help that he shared a house with her brother Patrick-his partner-and that she wouldn’t let him stay over if Dillon and Kate were home. He would have taken her to Sacramento with him, but he didn’t even want to ask her, considering she was just now building her career, a career that was extremely important to her.
But seeing her raw happiness tonight, and her obvious pleasure at being naked in the shower with him, any worry that she might not have missed him as much as he missed her disappeared with the grime of the day.
He grabbed the soap and lathered up her body, their slick skin sliding together erotically, making him even more horny. He wanted the shower over
He didn’t want to wait. He’d thought of her each night he slept alone in his old bedroom. Wondered what she was doing, if she was working too hard, if she was eating right. If she was having fun. Because Lucy didn’t know how to have fun, not unless he was with her. For Lucy, it was all work, all the time, and while Sean believed in working hard, he also believed in playing hard. He’d realized months ago that he was Lucy’s anchor, the one thing she needed to keep her focused on her own needs, her own desires, her own fun.
He reached down and grabbed her leg at the knee, pulling it up until it was around his waist. He held it and braced her against the wall.
“I want you right now, Princess,” he said. “Trust me.”
Her dark eyes locked onto his as he pushed himself into her, slowly at first. Her breath hitched and her eyes fluttered closed. He kissed her open mouth, and she responded in full, her arms locked around his neck, trusting him. That trust coupled with the sounds coming from her chest as he made love to her against the shower tile had him peaking far too soon to satisfy either of them. He hadn’t tried to control himself, didn’t want to. He would make love to her again, properly. In bed. Where he could take his time and show her how much he’d missed her.
“Let me wash your hair.”
She smiled languidly. “I can do it.”
“I want to.”
He found her shampoo and lathered a good amount into her thick, black hair. He spread the lather across her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. He could get used to this. He used her shampoo to soap himself, then had her stand under the shower head to rinse off. He watched her, the way she enjoyed the water cascading over her. Fully relaxed. Happy.
“Enough,” he said and turned off the water. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, then another and started drying Lucy off. “Let’s go to bed.” He wanted her again, right now, but he would take his time.
She raised an eyebrow and feigned surprise as she let him pick her up. “What about dinner?”
“It’s not going anywhere.” He kissed her breasts, first one, then the other. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted. “And neither are you.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sean watched Lucy sleep.
They were on the couch in the family room. Lucy had put her head in his lap, telling him about the two homicides she was working, why the feds were involved in the first place, and why she was focusing on the black prostitute. Of course Sean had heard about the sex scandal with Crowley and the pretty blond secretary. No one who lived in DC and listened to the news for more than five minutes could have missed the affair. But Lucy seemed more concerned about the brutal murder of a hooker from the bad side of town. The killer was a sick bastard to leave a gutted rat for a calling card. And dangerous. But Lucy felt that Nicole Bellows wasn’t the last victim, and because Lucy was who Lucy was, she put the weight of the case on her shoulders.
Sean loved her for her commitment to her job, but also worried that sometimes she cared too much, and sacrificed too much of herself for others.
What he was more concerned about was the hidden room Lucy had uncovered yesterday. The dark circles under her eyes, visible now that she’d showered and all traces of makeup had been removed from her face, told him she hadn’t slept well last night.
He should have been here for her. She should have told him. But when he was going to ask why she hadn’t talked to him about the case when he called last night, she was already asleep.
He stared at her, his heart in his throat, wanting so much to take away the pain she harbored inside. He combed her hair with his fingers, lightly, not wanting to wake her. She needed sleep, and he was pleased she could relax with him. He felt her weight shift on his legs when she slipped deeper into sleep, trusting him.
He would never betray her trust.
Lucy was a classically beautiful woman, but the beauty was secondary in his intense attraction.
Going back to his hometown of Sacramento for a week had been difficult on many levels. Not just working for
