“Yeah?”
“This was supposed to make it better, right? Take the edge off.” She nibbled on his bottom lip.
“It didn’t work for me,” he said.
Good thing. She would probably turn his own gun on him if he rolled over and fell asleep, or left her right now. “Me either.”
“There’s a drugstore around the corner. I could be back in ten minutes.”
“Six if you jog.”
“Patience isn’t one of your strong points, is it?” He gave her a gentle nudge away from him and slipped off the bed.
Reese rolled onto her side and propped her head up with her hand, enjoying the sensitive feeling of the bedspread on her bare skin. “No.”
Knight glanced over at her as he swiped his sweatshirt off the edge of the bed. Then he nearly ripped the shirt in two. “Oh, Christ, Reese, I’ll never leave if you do that.”
“Do what? Lie on the bed in a naked seductive pose designed to drive you wild and torture myself?” It was definitely working for her. She clamped her thighs together and licked her lips.
He growled. The shirt fell.
He took one step toward her when his jeans chimed.
“Shit.” She saw his interest shift immediately from her crotch to the crotch of his pants.
It was his phone, and he was digging it out of his pocket, fingers wiggling around right where she wanted hers to be. One glance at the message, and his face lost the last of its desire.
He switched back to an FBI agent, and pulled his T-shirt on over his head. Heading to the closet, he said, “I’ve got to go.”
Only an appalling and immature woman would whine and argue. Reese wasn’t either of those. But she was sexually frustrated, which compromised her rationality and dignity.
“No!” She punched the pillow and collapsed back, willing her body to forget she’d ever set eyes on Knight. She and her body had been humming along unused just fine until she’d spotted his double fudge eyes and poetic ass.
THIRTEEN
Derek watchedReese pummeling the bedsheets and saw flickers of his ex-wife. Dawn had never liked his hours either, and he had left the house a lot of times feeling guilty about his career. Which was ironic, considering he had taken the job paper pushing white-collar crime instead of pursuing violent crimes like he had wanted.
Shoving his gun into the holster after removing it from the safe, he grabbed his sweatshirt. “I can’t help it. It’s urgent.”
In fact, it was his informant, leaving him the code number they had worked out to let Derek know he needed to communicate with him. He couldn’t keep the guy waiting. This particular informant was nervous and liable to bolt if Derek didn’t keep in constant contact, always reassuring him.
Not that he could blame the guy for panicking a little. He was a top pharmaceutical chemist and sat on the board at Delco. He was privy to a lot of classified and sensitive information and when it eventually became clear he had ratted out his chums on the board, costing them millions and possibly sending them to jail, he was going to have a whole heap of enemies.
Derek knew what it was like to piss off your boss. He did that to Nordstrom on a regular basis.
Reese stop torturing the hotel pillow. “Oh, fine. Go save innocent lives and make the world a better place.”
She smiled at him, apparently over her tantrum. Derek blinked in confusion. Dawn had never capitulated that easily, and had cornered the market on pouting. Reese just lay there naked and smiled.
Reese was not his ex-wife. Not at all.
What she was, was intriguing and sexy and someone he really fucking wanted to get to know better.
He started sweating. Still semi-hard, he knew he couldn’t walk out of there without making plans. Damn, he was in trouble here. One time and he wanted more—much, much more. “Can I see you again? Tomorrow?”
“I have this stupid wedding to go to tomorrow.” She rolled onto her back, crossed her ankles, and laid her hand across her smooth stomach, which did interesting and perky things to her breasts. “Want to go with me?”
A needle in the eye would be more fun. “What is it, like a cousin or something? Is your family going to think I’m your boyfriend?”