Page 46 of Only Her (K2 Team)
“The feeling is mutual.” He brushed a strand of hair from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “But you know we can’t. Not until you see the doctor, and I have to tell you that it’s killing me to say that.”
She pressed her forehead to his and sighed. “I know, and it’s not fair. A sexy, mysterious man moves in next door, and I finally get my chance at him, and someone conks me on the head. Just not fair.” A sly gleam appeared in her eyes. “But you’re not under a sex ban.”
That got his attention. “Whatcha got in mind?” And if she said what he hoped she was going to, he might explode on the spot.
“Just this.” She undid the button on his jeans and lifted an eyebrow. He lifted one right back at her, and she laughed. “I take it you approve?”
“Oh yeah, baby. Gotta say I do.” He put his hand over hers when she started to pull his zipper down. “But you can only use your hand. Can’t have you bouncing your head around.”
“I’ll be careful.”
She batted her eyelashes, and he laughed. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper. Did she have a clue that she had him wrapped around her finger?
“That very question has been on the tip of my tongue to ask you,” she answered.
He hissed when her hand circled him. “Ahhh, been... ahhh.” It was true what they said about a man’s blood rushing south when aroused because Cody was pretty damn sure not a drop was left from his waist up. Talking was next to impossible, but he tried again. “Been too long. N-not gonna last.”
“I want you so badly,” she said as she slid her hand down the length of him.
“The minute you’re pronounced okay, darlin’. The very minute.” Her gaze lowered to her hand and what she was doing to him, and watching her watch him was flat-out hot. He zoned in on her lips, so soft and kissable, and he cradled her neck, pulling her face down. He brushed his lips over hers before fusing their mouths. Everything about her enticed him. Her lemony scent, her warm, soft skin, her taste, the gold flecks in her eyes that changed to topaz when she was aroused or annoyed—both of those emotions a big turn-on. Her taste was one a man could sustain his life on.
“Riley,” he gasped when she rubbed her thumb over the head and spread the evidence of his arousal around, making him slick so that her hand glided easily up and down his length. He was close, and he put his hand over hers, showing her how fast and hard he needed it.
Riley loved the feel of his big hand over hers, both of them touching him. A hungry moan sounded low in his throat, and it was as if fuel had been thrown on the low-burning fire inside her. She tightened her grip and felt him throb against her palm. He was big, and hard, and beautiful. When he thrust against the hand she had around him, making that moaning sound again, she stroked him faster.
“Jesus, Riley.”
He grabbed his T-shirt and tried to cover himself, but she pushed the shirt away. Needing to taste him, she scooted off his lap and lowered her mouth at the moment he came. Air swished out of his lungs, and then he sucked air back in. She’d done that to him, stolen his breath. Surprised him, too, by the dazed look he was giving her. When his chest stopped heaving, he wrapped his fingers around her arm and pulled her up.
“You didn’t have to do that, darlin’,” he said, kissing her.
Oh, but she did. He slid his hand down the top of her dress and cupped a breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple as his mouth explored hers. The slide of their tongues over each other, the possessive press of his mouth on hers, and the way his hand palmed the curve of her bottom sent fiery heat to alltheplaces.
He rested his forehead against hers. “No more or I’m gonna forget you’re hurt.”
Although he was right, she didn’t like it. “So not fair,” she grumbled.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He kissed her nose.
Before she could tell him he most certainly would, his phone buzzed. When he picked it up, she saw the name Kincaid on the screen. As he talked, she studied him, reaching up and sliding her fingers over his clean-shaven cheek. Although she thought he was crazy hot with a smooth face, she loved his stubbled look best. At her touch, he winked at her, which about melted her. If he put even a half-assed effort into making her fall for him she doubted she’d be able to resist. Sadly, he had heartbreak written all over him, yet she was beginning to believe he was worth the risk.
After a brief conversation with his boss, Cody set down his phone. “We’re meeting with him in the morning. Once we do that, you can call your cop friend if you still want to.”
Wow, she was going to get to meet the legendary Logan Kincaid. From the few things Cody had said of him, and the way Maria spoke of her brother as if he were some kind of hero who no one dared to mess with, she was as curious as a cat about the man.
Riley couldn’t help ogling her surroundings as she followed Cody through the inner sanctum of K2 Special Services on Wednesday morning. She felt as if she’d stepped into a movie set of a military war room. There were digital maps on the walls, monitors all over the place, and workspaces where men and women wearing headsets sat in front of computers that were angled in such a way to prevent her from seeing the screens. Offices lined the large, open middle room, most with their doors and blinds closed.
And that receptionist? Cody had introduced the woman only by her first name of Barbie. She was tall, gorgeous, and looked like she should be walking the runway for Victoria’s Secret with a pair of angel wings strapped to her back. After he’d punched in a code, then put his palm over a black box on the wall, and they’d entered the inside room, he’d leaned close to her ear and whispered that Barbie wore a gun strapped to her thigh.
“Remind me not to piss her off,” she’d whispered back, causing him to laugh.
With his hand on her lower back, Cody led her to a conference room, the only furniture a long table with chairs around it. There was a large screen TV mounted to the wall and a small black refrigerator in the corner. He pulled out a chair next to the one at the head of the table.
“Have a seat. Want something to drink?”
“Water would be nice.” She slid into the cushy black leather chair. Cody went to the fridge and returned with two bottles of water. She wondered if she’d asked for a slushy beer if they would’ve had one ready for her, lime and all. It just seemed like that kind of place, one where they already knew all your preferences and were prepared for you. Pretty cool but also spooky.
“This place is like being in some secret spy building. What did you say you people do?”
