Lips swollen, hair mussed, she smiles shyly. “No problem. I’ll find us something to eat.”
The frigid air bites at my skin as I step onto the porch to dial Wulf. The second he picks up, I get straight to the point. “Someone wants us dead.”
His heavy sigh says it all. “Putting cameras in the woods? What could possibly go wrong?”
“Yeah, I know, but that was the command. I’m beginning to think my assignment was more than a punishment, it was a death sentence. The only question is, why?”
“I’ll do some snooping and get back to you. Rescuing my wife in Belarus probably caused us some problems—not to mention her friendship with the outgoing president. The new administration is cleaning house.”
I exhale sharply, my breath sending smoke signals in the icy air. “I’d rather be fired than killed.”
“I hear you. Slate called me. Smart move including him. Let me know what I can do to help.”
My mind spins, again wishing he were my boss instead of Hornsby. “Not much—yet. For now, I need intel—whatever you can find on Deputy Agent Robert Dante and Sheriff Gina Laughlin.”
We finish up our conversation. After, I grab my sidearm and circle the house one more time before I head in. While I stomp my boots on the mat, Kelly leans over the freezer drawer.
My cock twitches as it takes note of how her tight jeans hug her lovely derriere. “Hungry? I have hamburgers or hamburgers.”
“Either one is fine.” At my chuckle, she breaks out in a grin.
“Excellent. I have tomatoes, onions and pickles for veggies. Bread will have to suffice. I didn’t buy buns.” On all fours, looking over her shoulder, I’m reminded of our bed play.
“Mmm. I might want dessert.” I wait for her to stand before stepping behind her to slip my arms around her waist.
She stiffens for half a second, turns, then murmurs into my neck. “Not sure what to say. I’ve never done this kind of thing before.”
“What, exactly, are you referring to?” My lips pressed against her temple, I allow my hard want to press into her abs.
“You know, us. Friends with benefits?” As her green eyes search mine, my airway shuts down. When we made that agreement, I didn’t know her. Now, I want more.
Until I can tell her how I feel, I guess I can keep it light. “Well, definitely no stalking on social media.”
“Right.” She opens the fridge and hands me a beer. “Absolutely no creeping.”
I feign a look of horror. “No, never!”
Her eyes sparkle as she grabs another bottle. “Or using the Federal database to investigate each other.”
“Cross my heart.” A virtual X drawn on my chest earns me a snicker.
“And no sexting.”
“Okay, deleting dick-pic now.” Setting my drink on the counter, I pull out my phone and pretend to erase a non-existent photo.
“Let me see.” She lunges for it, but I hold it high above her head, laughing as she tries to snatch it.
“No way.” Unable to resist, I tickle her ribs until she squirms, wriggling in my arms.
“Uncle. Stop, stop.” In retaliation, she grabs the back of my head and kisses me senseless.
Without breaking apart. I blindly click off the burner. Some hungers can wait. Others can’t.
Chapter 17
Kelly
“Sorry about the mess.” Scott’s hand in mine, I lead him down the hall toward the bedroom.
