The orgasm, one that would devastate her, was preceded by sparks unleashing inside her. She breathed out, and then in once, seizing the air in her lungs, her entire body tightening almost painfully. She fought falling over, tried to keep control, and then the entire room sheeted white and finally red hot.
She cried out and arched against him, the explosion ripping through her with the force of a tornado. Every nerve fired, and lights flashed hot and bright against the back of her eyes. She forgot where she was for the briefest of moments and let the supernova of orgasms destroy her reality.
He buried his face in her neck, coming hard, shaking with it. Even so, his lips latched on to her skin, leaving his mark as he lost himself.
His scent, the feeling of him, the sensation of being under him would stay with her forever. This was way more than sex. What it was, she had no idea. As she panted out air with her body still tingling, she tried to find some path back to sanity. To control.
He lazily licked her neck to place a sweet kiss on her lips before rolling off her. Somehow, in the movement, he ended up spooning around her in a cocoon of muscled warmth.
She snuggled her butt into his groin.
He groaned, and amusement took her. Oh, it was edged with tension and need and overwhelming panic, but she smiled anyway. It was good to know he was as overtaken as she had been.
He caressed a calloused palm down the sensitized skin of her arm to hold her hand at her waist. The simple movement, the sweet touch, dug right into her heart and bloomed. She shook her head. This couldn’t happen right now. There was too much going on.
“Stop thinking so hard.” His lazy voice rippled over her skin with that Southern accent. “Just enjoy the moment. Everything can go to hell when dawn arrives.”
She swallowed and looked at the closed connecting door. How loud had she been? “Um, do you think Wolfe heard us?” Her own voice was hoarse and kind of sexy sounding, actually.
Raider’s hold tightened. “Want me to lie to you?”
She winced. “No.”
“Wolfe is ex–special forces, hardly ever sleeps, and can hear a twig crack a mile away. Chances are, he heard.”
Heat flamed into her face. “Great.”
Raider chuckled, his chest moving against her back. “The good news is that Wolfe’s a decent guy. The second he heard something, he probably put the pillow over his head.”
That was more than likely true. She cheered up. “Good point.”
“Or,” Raider murmured, “he went outside and scouted the entire area because he knew I wouldn’t be paying attention to the door. That’s more likely.”
That was an even better scenario. Then he wouldn’t have heard anything. “I like that,” she whispered.
“I like you,” Raider said easily.
She stiffened instantly. “But?”
He sighed, moving her hair. “But things are complicated. For now, I want you off this case.”
She wouldn’t have been more surprised if he’d asked her to shave her head. “Are you kidding? It’s a computer case, and you need me.”
“Yeah, but your dad lied to us, and I think he knows more about what’s going on than he’s telling us,” Raider said with his “trying to be reasonable” voice. “I’m going at him hard, and you want to protect him. I get that, I really do. But I’m going to protect you no matter what. I told you things would change.”
She wasn’t going to argue with him while naked and vulnerable. Instead, she turned in his arms and ran both hands down the hard and impressive planes of his chest. “Well, then. I say we make the most of this night. Let’s fight tomorrow.”
His smile was pure sin. “Now that’s a plan.” He leaned in and kissed her, drawing her even closer. “We have several hours until dawn. Let’s see what we can do with them.”
She kissed him back. Tomorrow would come, but for now, she had this moment. She let him take her away again.
Chapter Twenty
Angus Force leaned back in control room one, looking at the murder board that haunted his nights. Henry Wayne Lassiter was still alive, and there was no way he wasn’t killing regularly. The guy couldn’t help it. So where were the missing women? Where were the bodies?
His once good source in the HDD, the guy who’d given him the heads-up about Lassiter, had disappeared months ago. No trace. Probably on assignment in Siberia somewhere.
The cheap and probably dangerous lights emitted an annoying buzzing, and his dog snored lightly in the corner on a new and way too plush bed Nari had brought in the day before.
