And the last thought that rolled through her tired and sated brain was…
I never want him to leave.
13
The next morning…
“Mornin’.”Jagger sent Natalia a smile as she walked into her kitchen. “I took the liberty of making some coffee.” He motioned toward the freshly brewed pot. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind?” The beautiful but exhausted woman started that way. “I think I may be in love.” The declaration stopped her dead in her tracks. “Because of the coffee,” she blurted, eyes wide as they shot to his. “I-I didn’t actually mean?—”
“Relax, Tal.” He flashed her another quick grin. “I knew what you meant.”
Normally, the relief on her gorgeous face would have made him laugh. But after the night they’d shared, this wasn’t a normal morning. As far as he was concerned, anyway.
The jury was still out on how Talia felt about having invited him into her bed. But from the way she’d just swiftly pulled her gaze from his, it wasn’t looking all that promising.
“You hungry?” Jagger asked as he leaned a hip against the edge of her counter.
“Starving, but I don’t have time to eat.” She poured some coffee into an insulated mug. “I got a call while I was finishing getting ready. One of Sanchez’s men is starting to waver.”
“You think he’s gonna give up the goods?”
“The higher-ups at Homeland think so. They want me to have another go at him. Apparently, they think I’m the one who can break him.”
“If anyone can, my money’s on you.”
Talia looked over at him with a hint of a smile. “I hope you’re right, because if not?—”
“You’ll get the guy to talk.”
“You sound so sure about that.” Her head tilted slightly to the side.
Jagger shrugged, taking a small sip from his mug before saying, “That’s because I’m sure about you.”
Her expression softened as those perfect, bow-shaped lips of hers curled into an adorable grin. “Well, that makes one of us,” she jokingly quipped. “But I appreciate the support, all the same.” Her phone began to ring, and she reached around to pull it from her back pocket. “Sorry, that’s my work phone.” Eyes of honey glanced at the screen before lifting up to his. “I need to take this.”
“Of course.” Jagger lifted his mug her way as a gesture of understanding while he watched her walk away.
Of their own accord, his eyes fell a bit lower. His mouth literally watered at the sight of her luscious, toned curves.
Memories from the night before assaulted him in the best fucking way. Like a highlight reel, flashes of moments came at him, one right after the other.
His mouth on hers. Her hot, wet lips sliding up and down his cock. Talia’s perfect, bare breasts filling his fists. The moment she’d come undone for the first time in his arms.
But nothing, not even all those things combined, could hold a candle to how it felt finally being inside her. It was in that one, mind-blowing moment when everything seemed to change.
The second their bodies fully joined together, it was as if there was some kind of giant, seismic shift. And Jagger knew, from that moment on, his heart belonged to her.
The woman may not see it yet. Hell, she may not even feel a fraction of the emotions running rampant in his veins. But she would. In time. He just had to keep the faith.
You also have to find the bastard trying to fuck with her by leaving her unwanted reminders of her past.
“I need to go.” Talia reappeared in the kitchen’s archway. “They’re transporting our guy to interrogation within the hour, and I want to be there before he arrives.”
“I can drive you.”
“I’ll drive,” she countered. “But I did get permission for you to join. If you want to, that is. You’d have to do like last time and stay in the observation room next door.”
