Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [96]
She closed her eyes when she realized just how close she’d come to doing that. That damn lunatic. That crazy person had a lot of friggin’ nerve to want her dead. She couldn’t wait until he was caught and when he was, she would—
“The fire is boiling over in your eyes now. You’re pretty hot in more ways than one,” Blade said, lifting her up and placing her on top of him. She’d known he’d only wanted to hold her, but after his sensual confession that he loved her, she had wanted him to make love to her, and he had, several times. And she had drifted off to sleep with him still embedded deep inside of her. It hadn’t been the first time they’d gone to sleep that way, and she was going to make sure it wasn’t the last.
“What time is Alex arriving?” she asked. She was ready to hear what he had to say.
“His flight got in a couple of hours ago.”
Her eyes widened. “That means he could be on his way here,” she said, trying to pull out of Blade’s arms.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m getting this.”
And then he kissed her in the way she was getting used to being kissed by him. It was a long, drawn-out, make-your-panties-wet kiss. The only problem was she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She pulled back and broke off the kiss. “Come on, Blade, we have plenty of time for that later. We need to get dressed.”
He released her and she eased out of bed. “I want to be dressed with the coffee brewing when he gets here, and I need to shower first.”
Blade watched her walk into the bathroom in all her naked splendor, and when he heard the sound of the water running, he decided he wanted to take a shower, as well. He eased out of bed and followed the woman he loved.
“Thanks, Sam,” Alex said, accepting the cup of coffee. He glanced over at Sam and Blade and thought something was different. Oh, he’d known since the other night in Houston that they were having an affair, but Christy thought it was more than that. Seeing them together now, he was beginning to think so, too.
He watched how Blade was keeping her within easy reach, and when she moved, so did Blade’s eyes. She was rarely out of his sight. If Blade hadn’t already fallen in love with her, then he was more than halfway there.
Alex bit into his bagel. Luke had stopped by a deli and bought a dozen of them. Sam had eaten only one. He, Luke and Blade had practically finished off the others.
“So, you think you know who sent the bomb, Alex?”
That question came from Blade. He, Alex and Luke were in chairs in the sitting-room area of the hotel room. Sam was perched on the arm of Blade’s chair and his arm was wrapped around her waist.
Alex took a sip of his coffee. “I think so, but first let me tell you who I don’t suspect any longer.”
Blade nodded. “All right.”
Alex opened his notepad. “First, Tyrell Graham.”
Sam’s gaze sharpened. “And just what is good old Tyrell doing these days?” she asked.
Alex met her eyes. “Nothing. The man is dead. He was shot by his girlfriend last year and she’s presently serving time for it. She caught him cheating and blew him away.”
Sam flinched upon hearing about Graham’s death. Although she thought he was scum, she felt bad about it.
“And I think we can scratch LaSalle off the list, as well. In fact I’m pretty sure of it,” Alex said.
Luke, who had heard the story about Belton LaSalle from Mac, asked, “Why is he off the list?”
“Because he hasn’t lived in the United States since his probation ended. He found religion and moved to Africa to work as a missionary,” Alex responded.
Sam leaned forward, clearly astonished. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Alex shook his head and tried hiding his smile. “Trust me, I’m not.”
“Wow.”
“And as far as Guy Carrington is concerned, he is practicing law at a firm in Miami and has a nice place on the beach. He’s a happy-go-lucky bachelor, although he’s paying out the yin yang in child support.”
Blade had been quiet, listening to what Alex was saying. “If all those people have pretty much been eliminated, then who’s remaining?” he asked.
Alex met Sam’s