To them only.
And when he rose above her and drove into her, hard as steel, fast as lightning, she welcomed him, all slick heat and soft body. His sweet, sweet Suzette took all he gave, offered even more back.
She closed around him when she came, squeezing like a fist. He’d known from the moment he laid eyes on her a week ago that he wanted her in his bed. But this … her body arching beneath his, quaking and moaning … her legs gripping his hips with surprising strength … something deep inside shifted.
This wasn’t about one night.
This was about more.
About forever.
And that knowledge shot him over the edge, and he threw his head back, roaring his release.
*
Justin slept beside her, warm and impossibly beautiful, and for a fleeting moment she let herself imagine a world where a night like this meant more.
A world where a man like him might stay.
Where she might let herself hope.
But she knew better.
She had lived long enough to understand the difference between fantasy and reality.
It had been one night.
One impossible, perfect night.
And that was all it would ever be.
Soon, Maebh would arrive to collect her, sneaking her back before the household stirred. Then she and Miem would say their farewells, someone from the ranch would drive them to Lubbock airport, and they would begin the long journey home — commercial travel this time, though at least in comfort, their long-haul seats booked in first class.
By this time tomorrow, JK Kenzie would be nothing more than a memory she would lock away and treasure quietly for the rest of her days.
*
The flight to LA felt twice as long as it should have. Outside, the weather churned — angry skies, sheets of rain, turbulence that rattled the cabin. It matched his mood perfectly.
The jet, usually his sanctuary, felt hollow.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
He dragged a hand down his face and stared out at the storm clouds. Work awaited him in LA but for the first time in years, none of it sparked anything in him.
He needed … something else.
No, not something.
Someone.
He opened his eyes to the storm-torn sky, the plan forming.
He wasn’t done with Suzette Bosch.
Not by a long shot.
