“Do you? What you did, Ramsey, it could have been dangerous. What if someone saw you writing down the information? What if you’re questioned about it?”
“I was alone in Paul’s office when I was working on it, Sullivan, not nosing around the paint aisle, and there’s nothing at all unusual about being in his office because that’s where the monitors are. Plus, Paul was off today. I got the information I gave you from inventory and, again, there’s nothing unusual about me doing a search. I get reports all the time that I have to go through so I can be looking for trending theft.”
“Trending theft?”
“You know, the new hot items worth stealing or boosting. Credit card scams. That sort of thing. There was nothing dangerous about what I did.” She couldn’t miss the look he shot her and added quickly. “That’s not an excuse. I get your point.”
Sullivan studied her features, gauging her sincerity in the set of her slightly crooked smile and luminous eyes. He nodded once, slowly. “All right,” he said. “So it was crazy, but not stupid.”
“Uh-huh. Crazy, not stupid.”
“You understand that wasn’t a compliment.”
“I’m pretty clear on that.”
“All right.” He leaned over with the intention of planting a kiss on her sassy mouth and got jammed up by the seat belt. “Damn.”
Ramsey unbuckled her belt. “Let me.” She moved in for the follow through, and at the first hard press of her mouth she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be, though perhaps not so exposed. Reaching above her with one hand, she turned off the cab light.
Sullivan raised his head a fraction, just enough to whisper against her lips. “We’re still a secret, huh?”
“Mm. Do you mind?”
He did, but the tip of her tongue was sweeping his upper lip, and he realized he was no longer the master of his thinking brain. She was wearing her hair swept up behind her head. Sullivan found the band that secured it and tugged. She made a tiny sound of protest but didn’t pull away. Her thick hair spilled over his hand. His fingers wound around and between the heavy, curling strands.
She sucked in his tongue, pushed against it, played and teased. He retaliated. This man had missed his calling, she thought. He was a pirate. He knew how to plunder.
The kiss went on…and on. She moved in, bumped her knee on the shift, adjusted, and found purchase for her hands in his leather jacket. She gasped softly, sucking in a breath when he came up for air. When their lips touched again, the slant was different, and somehow that made the kiss seem new, fresh. She hummed with pleasure. The vibration tickled her lips, then his. His throaty response tripped a shiver that started at the base of her spine and migrated deliciously to her fingers and toes.
“You’re cold,” he said, raising his head a fraction.
“The opposite.”
“Ah.”
“Mm-hmm.” She nudged his mouth with hers. “Hot.”
Sullivan unbelted her coat and slid his hands under her cable knit sweater. She was wearing a tee beneath the sweater, and he lifted it so he could lay his palms against her flesh.
Ramsey shivered again, but this time because his hands were colder than her skin. “Hey. Icy fingers.”
“Sorry,” he said, but instead of pulling away, he rubbed his hands up and down her back until friction took care of the heat to cold differential. “Better?”
“Mm.” She nuzzled his neck, kissed the underside of his jaw, and sucked in a short breath when one of his hands slid under her bra to cup her breast. The aureole puckered and her nipple stood at attention. She murmured something unintelligible when his thumb made a pass. It immediately brought to mind his mouth on her breast and the damp edge of his tongue making the same sweep as his thumb. She remembered how he’d worried the nipple between his lips while she sipped air until a breath simply lodged in her throat and she thought she would come out of her skin. He made her feel like that now, like her skin was too tight, too sensitive, like she wanted to crawl out of it, hover above herself, and watch him make love to her.
His kiss was deep, then deeper still. Ramsey shifted, pressed her thighs together. The walls of her vagina contracted. “Oh, God. I’m going to…” At first, she fought the shudder, but in the end, there was nothing for it but to surrender. Her fingers tightened, dug into his jacket. Her nails left an imprint in the butter soft beaten leather. “Come.” She dropped her forehead against his shoulder. “I came,” she whispered.
Sullivan pressed a smile against her hair. “I saw.”
“You conquered.”
“You think so?”
“I do. I definitely do.” Ramsey lifted her head. “And I want to return the favor.”
28
Ramsey’s senseswere still tingling as she turned the corner toward home. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it might be the same for Sullivan, at least she hoped it was. Neither of them wanted to move after she brought him to climax. They sat slumped in their seats, Sullivan with his eyes closed at first, Ramsey with her eyes cast sideways to watch him. A deliciously satisfied smile shaped his sensual mouth. She didn’t know that it mirrored her own, and when he chuckled, the bubble of laughter pressing against her lips broke free. They went silly with laughter for no reason other than they could.
