“He wants Phillips to be the king to end this. That doesn’t make it so. We’ll deal with Phillips. And we’ll control Kurt. We’ll drug him the night of the party and let him bitch about it later.” I close the space between me and her and pull her close. “If we don’t let him do something stupid, he won’t have to disappear again.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It’s not simple, but this is.” I reach for the hem of her T-shirt, fingers sliding to her warm, soft skin beneath.
She catches my hand. “Luke—”
I kiss her, swallowing her objections, and it doesn’t take long before she’s naked, laying back on the bed, and spread wide for me. I lick her nipples and tease her mercilessly with every intention of giving her no time to think about Kurt and who she might arrest. I take my time with her, drink in her sighs and moans, kissing a path to her belly, and, with her plea, lower.
I’m between her legs, my tongue licking her into submission. The problem is, though I know that while Ana is all kinds of submissive in bed, the minute she has an orgasm and puts her clothes on, she’s anything but. As if she’s read my mind, she’s already panting, and grabbing my hair, bucking her hips against my fingers.
She’s going to come, but I’m holding her clothes captive.
We’re going to spend as much of the next twenty-four hours leading up to that party naked as we dare. That’s my intent, but Ana’s barely finished, squeezing the hell out of my fingers, when there is a knock on the door. Holy fuck, I love my brothers in arms, but can a man get a peaceful naked moment with his woman already?
Ana jerks to a sitting position, and scrambles for her clothes. I walk to the door, and creep it open, only to find Adam standing there. The grave expression on his face tells a story and I step into the hallway.
“We have a problem,” he informs me.
“No shit,” I reply. “What is it?”
“Kurt is missing.”
I digest that as the punch of trouble it represents. “Holy fuck. He’s going to go kill Phillips.” I scrub my jaw. “He clearly believes he’s the person behind all of this.”
“He told us as much. Right now, Phillips is on a plane from Italy to the US, which on a side note, gives him an alibi for his son’s murder. Whatever the case, he’s safe. He won’t stay that way if Kurt is after him.”
He’s right. If Kurt wants to kill someone, they might as well dig their own grave.
He’s trying to protect Ana. I know this. But he’s also going to destroy her in the process. And I don’t know if I can stop it from happening. “I need to talk to Ana.”
He gives a nod and I turn away, entering the room. I find Ana standing close, hugging herself. “What happened?”
I step into her, my hands settling on her arms. “Kurt is missing.”
Her chin dips and a heavy breath escapes her lips. “You might as well have told me Kurt’s dead. I’m never going to see him again.”