He reached out, linking their fingers together in a gentle embrace. And with his hand in hers, she began leading him down the hall to where her bedroom awaited.
11
Raegan’s roomwas just as he’d expected. Barron walls. Boxes. A bed with no headboard and an end table with a lamp and a digital clock.
This wasn’t a home. It was a place for her to sleep and eat while hunting a man who’d taken damn near everything from her.
We will find him, sweetheart.
The silent vow was one he intended to keep. He just prayed Atwell’s team got lucky with the laptop so there would be some sort of trail to follow. If not…
Rocky looked at Raegan. She was standing next to her bed in the same jeans he’d done his best to rip off her earlier; only this time, she appeared to be doing the honors herself.
“I’m not asking for anything more than this.” Her soft voice reached him through the shadows as she removed her shirt before starting on her jeans. “I just?—”
“Didn’t want to be alone.” He took a step toward her. “I get it. And if this is all you want from me, I’m happy to provide. But you should know…” Rocky continued inching closer. “You everdecide you want more than this one night, I’m happy to go that route with you, too.”
He’d had a semi-serious relationship a few years back, but they’d decided they were better off as friends. There hadn’t been anyone else who’d tempted him to try again. Not until her.
Not until Raegan.
“If we don’t find Samer and that bomb in time, this may be the only night we have left.”
His gut tightened at the thought. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wrong. Depending on Samer’s target, any one of them could be in danger of losing their life to an act of terror.
“Guess we should make the most of the time wedohave, then,” he rumbled low.
Raegan’s golden stare shimmered in the moonlight as she kept it locked with his. In seconds, she was standing unabashedly naked.
Waiting.
Offering.
Fucking perfect.
He’d gotten a front-and-center view of her bare sex and perfectly proportioned breasts earlier, but seeing her like this…
Damn if he was about to say no.
Rocky reached behind his head and grabbed hold of his shirt. With a tug, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. His boots and socks came next, followed by his jeans and boxers.
Bending at his waist, he retrieved his wallet from his jeans. Pulling out the one foil packet he changed out regularly, just in case, he tossed it over onto the bed before going to her.
His plan was to start slow. Give her something more than a quick finger-fuck on his hard, uncomfortable kitchen island. Show her the kind of lover he knew he could be.
Raegan, however, apparently had other plans.
Reaching down, she took him in her fist and slowly began to pump. Rocky’s breath hitched with a loud, sharp, intake of air at her soft, warm touch.
He started to lift his hand, to give her the same pleasure she was bringing him. But once again, the woman who believed she was too damaged for anyone to care took him by complete surprise.
Raegan dropped to her knees on the carpet below.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to?—”
She took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working him in until he was seated as far as he could physically go.
“Jesus.” Rocky’s hand instinctively went to the back of her head as he lost the ability to breathe.