“The hell you do!”
She came toward him quickly with no plan in mind. She kind of barged into him, his bigger, heavier body absorbing the unexpected shock of hers with more grace than she would have managed had it been the other way around.
He looked surprised. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering with words, she pulled his head down to kiss him.
He resisted until the tendons in his neck stood out in hard relief. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“I know. Don’t care.” She had to tug twice more before he swore under his breath and lowered his head, stunning her with the impact of emotion carried in something as simple as lip-to-lip contact. He kissed her like a drowning man gasping for air only she could provide. Yet, he hadn’t touched her.
She grabbed one of his wrists and tried to force his arm around behind her back. In struggling with him, her towel untucked and slid to the floor.
She saw his eyes slip down her body as the towel vacated it. When his gaze rose back to hers there was no longer tension, only raw need.
“Well, hell.”
After that it got pretty chaotic.
They used their mouths on each other, tasting, licking, sucking, or kissing every part of the other they could reach as they tried to satisfy the hunger that had been building between them for days.
They were on the floor, her naked body draped over his when he suddenly stopped moving against her. His hands came up and framed her waist, holding her off him. “You may regret this.”
She leaned down over him, so close she could see her reflection in his eyes, and clutched both his ears and yanked his head until her lips touched his. “The only thing I’ll regret is not doing this.”
She put everything into her kiss as she rotated her hips over the tip of his erection. It was an intimate act, in a way more personal than just fucking.
She lifted her head. “Oh, wait. Tell me you came prepared.”
His mouth firmed under hers. Then he reached out an arm to snag his pants and find his wallet. Ten seconds later she helped him sheath a spectacularly eager erection.
When she had once again straddled him she said, “Now, are you ready to cooperate, Agent Lawson, or am I going to have to tie you down?”
He didn’t answer. But the tip of the swollen cock sliding into her assured her that wouldn’t be necessary.
Later, as they lay on the floor catching their breaths, Georgie could feel him mentally shifting through all the reasons why what they had done was a bad idea.
Finally, he shook his head, dark eyes watching her from beneath lowered brows. “It’s not the right time for this. I can’t protect you if I’m emotionally involved.”
She rolled toward him, happier than she’d been in weeks. “Liar. You’ve been protecting me all week.” She slipped a hand over his thigh to rest her hand over his half-wilted erection. “Or is this your version of uninvolved?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her, long and hard. And then he rose to his feet in one impressive motion. “There are lives that may depend on us. I can’t risk that, even for us.”
He only paused when he reached the door to the bathroom. His tawny skin was damp with sweat from their coupling, his eyes even darker with turbulent emotions she completely shared. “I’m sorry, Boots.”
She lay on the floor for a while listening to the water running in the shower until she was certain he must be taking a cold one, whether or not it had started out that way. When the water finally stopped she jumped up, grabbed her things, and hurried into her bedroom where she slammed and locked her door.
***
The knock on her door first thing the next morning surprised Georgie. She wasn’t expecting anyone.
The youngish, fit man in a dark suit and tie standing on the other side looked like what he was: an FBI agent.
“Agent Mark Sanders, ma’am.” He flipped out his credentials. “I’ll be taking Agent Lawson’s place with you beginning today.”
“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Brad was gone when she’d awakened but she had not thought anything of it. After all, he’d left Zander with her.
“I couldn’t say, ma’am. I was told to report here. May I come in?”
Georgie noticed now that he carried a duffle bag that looked suspiciously like the one already stored in the corner of her living room. “What about Zander?”
The agent’s gaze moved to the Lab who had come up to greet him. He smiled. “I’m told Agent Lawson will be by to pick up his K-9 shortly.”
So, Brad wasn’t unable to come, he was just putting a substitute in place before he abandoned his position.
Georgie blinked hard as she allowed the stranger to enter. She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t angry. She just felt defeated.