She cried out as he began to pleasure her, driving her up, keeping her on the edge until she was clutching the sheets. Her body quivered and tightened. He knew what to do, how to please her, knew she was near the brink. She cried his name as a powerful climax struck, and slowly she began to spiral down.
Relaxed at last, her eyes drifted closed and Reese kissed her softly. When he started to roll away, she clutched his shoulders.
“No...please, Reese. Not yet. I want to feel you inside me. I need more... I want you to finish this.”
He wanted to. Jesus God, he wanted to bury himself so deep he wouldn’t know where one of them stopped and the other started.
“Are you sure?”
When she leaned up and kissed him, he felt the wetness of tears on her cheeks. “Please.”
There was no turning back now and Reese didn’t want to. His mouth found hers and he savored the sweetness, a taste that belonged to Kenzie alone. He retrieved a condom and began to kiss her again, turned his attention to her pretty breasts, making them pucker and tighten.
He was a skillful lover and he used that skill to drive her toward the edge once more, then he buried himself deep and started moving, setting up a rhythm her body urgently matched. Kenzie arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, a cry escaping as she reached release once more.
Reese’s iron control shattered. His mind shut down and pure male instinct took over. Thrusting hard and deep, taking what he so desperately needed, his body went rigid as he followed her to a wild, earth-shattering climax.
Long seconds passed. Easing off her, he settled down on the bed beside her and drew her into his arms, unexpected emotion moving through him. He felt as if she belonged to him, as if he had claimed her in some primal way. He had never felt that way about a woman before.
Shaking off the feeling, he rose to deal with the condom and returned to find Kenzie fighting to hold back tears.
Sliding into the bed beside her, Reese smoothed damp hair back from her forehead. “Don’t cry, honey. We’re going to find him. We’re going to bring him home.”
Kenzie looked up at him. “Thank you for being here. No matter what happens between us, I’ll never forget what you’ve done.”
Reese fell silent.No matter what happens.The words burned a hole in his chest. They hadn’t had time to think of the future. Until this was over, there was nothing he could say or do. All that mattered was finding a way to bring Griff safely back to his mother.
Reese vowed he would do whatever it took to see it done.
When Kenzie walked into the living room the next morning, she found two men standing at the counter in the open galley kitchen. Hawk was only a little taller than Reese, but he was brawny, with powerful arms, a thick neck and shoulders. Reese’s lean muscles were more sculpted, his biceps sinewy instead of bulky, but he was just as solidly built. Both of them were sex personified.
A thought that sent a shaft of guilt straight into her heart, remorse for the pleasure she had received while her son was suffering, terrified he would never get home.
Her throat tightened. She had needed Reese last night and as always he had been there for her. After his intense lovemaking, she had fallen into a bone-deep slumber, free of the constant fear that threatened to paralyze her completely.
He walked toward her, tall and dark and so incredibly handsome. Kenzie glanced away, afraid her feelings for him would show in her eyes.
“I’m glad you got some sleep,” he said, a soft note in his voice she rarely heard, along with a hint of male pride. He pressed a mug of hot coffee into her hand. “We’ve got work to do and you’ll be more help now that you’re rested.”
She flushed at the memory of last night and wrapped her fingers around the mug, grateful for the soothing warmth. “Thanks.” She took a sip and was surprised how good it tasted.
“I need to call the office, make sure things are running smoothly. It’s time to speak to our attorneys, see how they’re coming with the cancellation documents. I also need to call Derek Stiles, let him know what’s going on.”
Kenzie had talked to Gran earlier. Her grandmother was worried sick but holding it together. Kenzie retrieved her laptop, pulled it out of its case, and set it on the kitchen table.
“I’ll call Louise,” she said. “She’ll be in near-panic mode. I’ll see what I can do to help.” She could also check her email, see if there was anything important.
Hawk set his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. “I’m headed back to the hospital. Soon as I’m sure Long’s okay, I’ll start hunting Bolt.”
“Keep in touch,” Reese said as he picked up his phone.
“And be careful,” Kenzie added.
Hawk smiled. “Same thing my wife said when I talked to her this morning. I reminded her I’m always careful.” Hawk grabbed his gear bag and turned back to Kenzie. “Can you shoot?”
“A little too well, according to the police.”
He pulled out a .38 revolver and set it on the counter, turned, and headed out the door.
