Page 113 of Girl in the Water
“I want you crazy much.” He kissed her.
He was a good kisser.
He was also extremely good at manipulating her out of her dress. She barely even realized what was happening before she was in her panties and bra, on her back on the couch, Bobbie over her.
He kissed her neck. “God, you’re beautiful.”
He caressed her breasts through the lace of her bra. He pressed his erection between her legs. Then he eased back a little and put his hand inside her panties.
She unbuckled his belt and slipped her hands in, between the pants and his underwear, cupped him, rubbed her palm against him. He groaned into her ear.
While his fingers played with her, she slid hers inside his silk briefs. He pressed his hot length into her palm.
“I know you’re not ready for more—”—he gasped the words in a ragged whisper—“but…” He groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She wrapped her fingers around his hard length and worked him as he pumped into her hand. Then he bowed his back and came, and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, laughing weakly.
He gathered her against him and kissed her. “I love you. And I can’t wait to be able to do that inside you. I know you don’t jump into bed with people easily, and I respect you for that. I love you for that. I’m not going to push.”
He kissed her again, this time without heat, with mellow love and affection.
She kissed him back. And decided that next week, after the good-bye dinner, she was going to let him inside her bedroom, in her bed, inside her.
But first, she was going to tell him about her past. She didn’t want to have secrets from the first man who’d ever told her he loved her, someone who was working up to asking her to move in with him, and maybe more. Letting him believe that her reluctance stemmed from old-fashioned morals and shyness was the same as lying.
Here was a man who loved her, someone she could grow to love back. They couldn’t build their future on lies. She’d built an entire relationship with Ian out of nothing but fantasies. She’d learned from that mistake.
This time, she wanted something solid and real.
* * *
Eduardo
Eduardo had a name, Ian Slaney, and he had an address. Trouble was, he’d been in DC for two weeks and nobody had showed up at the address yet.
He’d picked the lock—no security system, piece of cake—but he found nothing to help him to track down his target. At least he wasn’t at a complete dead end. The apartment hadn’t been cleaned out: cans in the kitchen cabinets, clothes in the closet, books on the shelf. Maybe Ian Slaney was on a trip and would be back soon.
So Eduardo rented a place across the courtyard, in the same apartment complex, on the same floor. From his bedroom, he could monitor Slaney’s windows. Any sign of movement, and he could be over there in two minutes.
* * *
Daniela
Daniela was swamped between school and work. Ian had called, his usual once-a-week check-in. He’d asked about Bobby. He was okay with the relationship, even encouraged it.
Daniela was glad that they’d found their way back to friendship.
Bobby called every night. Tonight, he was in high spirits. The case he was working on finally moved forward. Daniela suspected he’d had a few drinks out of his hotel room’s mini fridge.
“What are you wearing?” he asked.
“Judge’s robes and nothing under.” A fantasy of his that he’d told her about.
“God, you’re torturing me.”
She grinned. “What are you wearing?”
“Legal briefs.” He snickered.
