A sound escaped her at the staggering rush of pleasure. Cain began to move, and the heat went hotter, wilder, fiercer. Her lips clung to his as he took the kiss deeper. She could feel him moving, big and hard, and everything inside her burned.
Her climax struck out of nowhere and seemed to have no end. She clung to Cain’s powerful neck, repeating his name over and over, but he didn’t stop.
Instead, he crossed the room, propped her back against the wall, and continued pounding into her, sending her into a second frenzied climax. It wasn’t until her third release that he finally let himself go, joining her in his own shuddering climax.
Jenny rested her head on his shoulder as time drifted past. Cain let her go, and she slid down his body. It took a moment to realize there were tears on her cheeks.
Catching her chin between his fingers, Cain forced her to look up at him. “Did I hurt you?”
Jenny shook her head. “No . . .” A slow smile spread over her face. “You were perfect.”
Cain smiled back. “My sweet Jenny.” With a last brief kiss, he turned and left to dispense of the condom she hadn’t seen him put on. “I’ll be right back,” he called over one wide shoulder.
“Your turn,” he said, tipping his head toward the bathroom as he walked out. Jenny grabbed her clothes off the floor and hurried to put them on.
“There’s a robe in there you can use,” he said through the door. “You won’t be needing your clothes tonight.”
Jenny felt a rush of anticipation mixed with a hint of uncertainty. Aside from having the kind of incredible sex she’d only imagined, she couldn’t afford to get involved with Cain. She was just another of his women. Whatever happened between them would be brief, perhaps only tonight. As long as she accepted that, she’d be okay.
As she lifted the man-sized robe off the hook, she took a deep breath. She didn’t know how long it would last, but she was spending the night in Cain’s bed.
Tonight, she refused to think of ghosts or death, or what might be waiting for her at the Copper Star.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THOUGH A FEW DRIFTING CLOUDS SIGNALED AN UPCOMING STORM, the sun was bright late the next morning as Cain carried Jenny’s overnight bag down the hall to the living room.
After an amazingly satisfying night, they had slept late, then indulged in a round of easy morning sex before showering together and having breakfast in his sitting room.
Cain felt like a million bucks.
He wasn’t sure what Jenny felt. The sex had been amazing between them. There was no way to disguise the way she had responded to him. She was nervous this morning, a little shy in the bright light of day. Cain found it charming.
He watched as she pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her messages. “I have a text from Chief Nolan. The crime scene has been released.”
“Back to business as usual,” Cain said. But one look at Jenny’s face and he wasn’t so sure. A man had been murdered—either in self-defense or on purpose—in her hotel. Cain had dealt with death, seen friends die right in front of him when he had been working in the mines. Jenny was already worried about ghosts. Now a flesh-and-blood man had died violently in one of the rooms upstairs at her hotel.
“Someone’s coming,” she said, as they walked out the front door.
He looked up to see a silver Mercedes coupe turn down the narrow lane and drive toward the house. It took him a moment to recognize the blonde behind the steering wheel—Anna Hobbs Somerset. Damn, he didn’t need this today.
“Looks like you have a visitor,” Jenny said, her voice a little tight.
Cain flashed her a look. “I didn’t invite her. Why don’t you wait for me in the truck while I handle this.”
“No problem,” she said in a way that sent a thread of irritation through him.
Cain opened the door and helped Jenny into the passenger seat of the pickup, then stashed her bag behind the seat. Closing the door a little more firmly than he’d meant to, he walked over to where Anna was pulling the Mercedes to a halt.
She cracked open her door and swung long, shapely legs in a pair of spike heels to the ground as she prepared to get out of the car.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” Cain said, holding the door in place so she had to stay where she was. “I’m afraid I was just getting ready to leave.” He urged her back into her seat and closed the car door, then heard the buzz of the window sliding down.
Anna smiled. “I probably should have called first, but I was out this way visiting a friend. I figured it couldn’t hurt to stop by and say hello.”
“I appreciate the thought, but as you can see, I already have plans.”
Anna’s glance flashed toward the pickup.
