Page 176 of Beat of Love
His body shook from silent laughter. “It wasn’t a graceful descent. You robbed the strength right outta my bones, darlin’.”
“Ditto, cowboy. Ditto.” Hooking her hands behind his neck, she leaned back and squinted at him. “Do you think it will always be like this between us?”
He grinned, rubbing his hands over her thighs. “Explosive? Mind-altering? Better than the highest drug-induced high I’ve ever experienced?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, I hope not.”
That answer startled her. “Huh?”
“Brandy-Lyn, darlin’,” he drawled, “don’t get me wrong. What we just experienced … I want that again. And again.” He lifted his hand and cupped her jaw. “But I also want slow and simple. Unrushed, enjoying your body, discovering your hot spots. Delighting in your responses.” His thumb traced over her lower lip. “I want to savor making love with you. Not always be so overcome by lust that I lose control.”
“It all sounds fabulous.”
“Hmm. It does, doesn’t it?” He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his.
It was a light kiss, a seal on his promise of what was to come, but before he could deepen it, a loud thump sounded on the door, drawing them apart.
“Open up, Lawson.”
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A tremendous thing
Rafferty lifted his head. “Stas,” he groaned. He was gonna kill the man. Twisting his neck, he shouted, “Go away.”
Another thump. He swore.
“It must be important,” Brandy-Lyn said, patting his arm. “Besides, I need to clean up.” She scrambled to her feet.
He huffed. “Reality sucks,” he muttered as he stood. He snagged a towel from the rail, wrapped it around his hips, and stomped out the bathroom.
“This better be important,” he snarled, opening the room door.
“Carvalho’s made contact,” Stas announced.
Rafferty’s heart missed a beat. “What do you mean?”
Stas pushed his way into the room. His eyes moved from the rumpled bed to the closed bathroom door to Rafferty. Where it lingered for a beat. He flashed a grin. “About fucking time.”
Rafferty ignored the man’s remark, grabbing his arm. “Kamila made contact?”
Stas reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a plastic evidence bag.
“We intercepted a local kid trying to tuck this under the Yukon’s windshield wiper.”
Rafferty took the bag, eyes narrowing as he scanned the note inside.
Charlotte
Sarah
Looks like the women in your life have a penchant for dying.
Better watch the redhead’s back.
And let’s not forget your mother, grandmother, sisters, lovely nieces …
