“There we go,” he murmured, wrapping one arm around her waist and standing. “Let’s get you out of your head.” He skirted the sofa table and strode into the lone bedroom, leaving the crackling fire behind them.
“You’re the only person in the entire world who’s managed that feat,” she said as he laid her down and tugged her slacks off.
He grinned, unzipping his jeans and shoving them to the floor before removing his socks. “I like that.”
She’d figured he would. Everyone wanted to feel special. Huck Rivers actually was unique. She reached for him, and he dropped to his knees, his mouth finding her sex.
He was also exceptionally good at this.
She closed her eyes as he quickly drove her up with his talented mouth and tongue, and she cried out his name as the orgasm roared through her. Softening, she came down, mumbling about true talent. Her brain remained fuzzy.
He levered himself over her and slowly entered her, his gaze intense.
She dug her nails into his rigid triceps, widening her legs. “Everything is perfect, Huck,” she whispered, somehow knowing he needed reassurance. She couldn’t read people, but she was beginning to understand his needs. Maybe it was her brain or perhaps her heart, but she wanted to truly know him. To let him completely understand her.
He entered her fully and then kissed her, going deep. “You’re good?”
“I feel wonderful,” she said honestly, wrapping her legs around his waist. They barely reached, but if she wiggled, she could link her ankles together.
He groaned and pulled out, only to push back in. Gingerly. Almost hesitantly.
She clapped both hands on the sides of his rugged face and yanked him in for a hard kiss. At the end, she nipped his bottom lip.
His eyes sparked, and she watched, entranced.
Then he pulled out again and shoved back in, setting up a hard hammering that beat the headboard against the wall. Desire ripped through her as hormones clashed and nerves ignited, forcing her to close her eyes and hold on to his arms. Pleasure whipped through her, zinging through every erogenous zone.
He changed the angle of his thrusts, and she detonated. The orgasm rolled wave after wave through her, and she rode them, letting vivid colors fill her mind. He continued to pound, finally grinding against her and shuddering with what felt like a powerful climax.
Still inside her, he lifted his head, his sleepy eyes studying her. “You still good?”
She grinned, her body satiated. “Yes. For now. We’re just getting started, correct?”
His lips touched hers as he spoke. “Definitely.”
They made love again and then drifted off to sleep only to awaken once more with the captain raring to go. That orgasm had her holding her breath, and then she dropped into a deep sleep.
The buzzing of a phone pulled her groggily from a REM cycle in which she was searching for river rocks to decorate a patio. “Agent Snow,” she yawned into the phone.
“It’s Nester,” the agent said, his voice raised. “My sister was hit by a truck jogging this morning in Seattle. I have to go. I have to.”
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. “Of course.” Calculating the workload without Walter and Nester, she forced herself from the warm bed, her feet landing on the chilly wooden floor. “Go to Seattle.”
Huck switched on a light, his eyebrows raised.
Nester gulped, and the sound of a vehicle starting came over the line. “I can work remotely. I promise I will.”
“I know.” She looked out at the dawn barely breaking through the clouds and shivered. Jason Abbott hunted women even now, and she’d find him on her own if necessary.
It felt as if fate were on his side.
Chapter 8
Morning brought more freezing rain with it. Dr. Abigail Caine turned off the heater in her vehicle as she glanced at the Glock 17 sitting beside her on the passenger seat. She’d purchased the weapon the day before at a garage sale in a rural city even smaller than Genesis Valley. While she owned a couple of legally purchased weapons, she found that buying one or two untraceable guns was always a good thing.
She increased the volume of her radio as she watched the rather quiet Staggers Ice Creamery building. Laurel currently worked like a good little public servant safely in her office, so Abigail pulled out of the parking area and drove away down Jagged Rock Road and through the town of Genesis Valley. That insipid reporter, Rachel Raprenzi, came on the radio withThe Killing Hour, detailing once again the arrest of the mayor’s wife. Abigail smiled and turned the volume up even more.
She’d worked on an annual fundraiser with Teri Bearing, and the woman was truly a pain in the ass. She always had a clipboard, check marks, and no problem letting everybody else do the work. The woman had also been a little too nosy about Abigail’s life.
