Gradually, she regained the ability to breathe, and her heartbeat slowed a fraction.Yet he was still within her, the sweet pressure producing tiny aftershocks, and a renewed curl of tension.She looked up to find him smiling gently as he gazed at her.
“Good?”he asked.
“Oh, yes.”Good didn’t begin to describe the pleasure he’d given her, but she had no idea how to tell him that she’d never reacted so quickly and thoroughly with anyone.
“There’s more.”Lacing his fingers through hers, he stretched her arms above her head, lifting her breasts for his mouth.Nuzzling her pert nipples, he began a slow rhythm with his hips.
Each sensuous thrust set off a responding pulse beat within her, fueled even more by the flick of his warm tongue against her breasts.Sanity slipped away again, to be replaced by the ever-tightening grasp of need.He had pleasured her well the night before, but now he touched elements far more basic as he again and again probed her moist center, claiming his place there.With a cry of surrender, she arched upward as he pushed her once more into the shattering world of release.
Before she’d completely recovered, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled to his back, carrying her with him and holding her tightly locked against him.She braced her hands on his chest and absorbed his hot gaze as it traveled over her breasts and down to the juncture of their thighs.He glanced back up into her eyes.“Love me,” he murmured.“Ride me,chérie.’
With a smile of female anticipation, she rose slightly on her knees and settled back down over his heated shaft.He moaned.Her palms flat against his chest, she repeated the motion in a faster rhythm.He clutched the sheet in both hands as his breathing grew labored.Faster she moved, and faster, until he was gasping.She gave him no mercy.She wanted his surrender to be as complete as hers.
His shout of release seemed torn from his soul.As she leaned down to kiss him, he looked into her eyes and she knew he was hers.
ChapterEighteen
At five minutes before two, Ry and Freddy walked into the lobby of Frontier Savings and Loan.He’d assured her that after a shower at the hotel and the use of a comb and lipstick from her purse, she didn’t look as if she’d just spent two hours making love.
More specifically, a stranger wouldn’t know it, he amended to himself as he ushered her past a large Remington sculpture of a cattle stampede and over to a cluster of desks to the right of the teller windows.He had only to gaze into her languorous eyes to read the aftermath of passion written there.The merest brush of her sleeve against his and scenes flashed through his mind — Freddy tossing her underwear across the room, Freddy stretching out on the bed and inviting him to make good on his boast, Freddy arching in surrender at the moment of climax.They’d discovered paradise in that hotel room, and he still carried a bit of it with him.
“We’ll wait,” Freddy said, nudging him.“Won’t we, Mr.McGuinnes?”
He snapped out of his daze long enough to realize Freddy had been communicating with the loan officer at the desk nearest Ballesteros’s empty one.And Ry had been out to lunch — literally.He cleared his throat.“Of course.”
“Would either of you care for coffee?”the woman asked.
He glanced at Freddy, who shook her head.“No, thanks,” he said.“We’ll just have a seat until Mr.Ballesteros arrives.”Ry wondered if Ballesteros was engaged in a little rendezvous of his own.Probably not.Just because Ry was in an erotic fog didn’t mean everyone else was.
As they sat in imitation-leather chairs, Freddy leaned toward him.“You’ll have to sharpen up, there, McGuinnes,” she said in a low voice.“If you stand around staring off into space, people will wonder what you’ve been up to.”
He gave her a crooked smile.“You’re a powerful force, Miss Singleton.I’m not sure I realized what I was letting myself in for.”
“Ah.”She studied him, a wary look in her eyes.“Second thoughts?”
“Yes.I was trying to figure out how we could have managed this meeting with simply a phone call so we wouldn’t have had to leave the room.”
Her lips curved provocatively.He wanted to kiss off every bit of her newly applied lipstick.
“Miss Singleton?Mr.McGuinnes?I’m Jose Ballesteros.Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Ry looked up as a short, round man with an olive complexion held out his hand.Apparently, they’d missed his entrance into the building.They really would have to pay better attention to the world around them.
“No problem.”Ry stood and shook his hand firmly.Freddy followed suit, and Ballesteros took a seat behind his cluttered desk.“Were you able to find out anything about the petroleum drums?”he asked, pawing through the papers on his desk.
“The drums were taken out,” Freddy said, leaning forward.“I was there.I saw the trucks loaded with the drums pull away and drive down the road.”
“Well, that’s good,” Ballesteros said cautiously, glancing up at her.“Do you have any documentation as to when that was done?”
Ry shifted in his seat.“We’re running into some difficulty with that and we thought you might be able to take a notarized statement from Miss Singleton.”
Ballesteros met his gaze.“Not a good idea.We can do that, but she’d have to sign a statement that she’s responsible for anything that’s found buried there, ever.That kind of liability is too broad, in my opinion.”
“You’re right.”Ry shook his head in frustration.“I guess we have to find that receipt.”
“What if we don’t?”Freddy asked.
“Then I’m afraid, in order to get financing, we have to dig.”
