Spontaneous - Brenda Jackson [41]
He glanced over at her. “I’m going to get you for that, Kim,” he warned in a husky voice that rumbled deep from his gut.
She smiled at him sweetly. “You were going to get me anyway, weren’t you, Duan?”
What she’d said was true, and the mere thought of it increased the throbbing in his groin. This was crazy. You would think after what she’d just done to him, his shaft would be satisfied for days.
The traffic light changed and the car moved forward. He couldn’t wait to get her back to the hotel.
12
“YOU DO KNOW this is the third weekend straight that we’ve shared Sunday-morning breakfast in bed,” Duan said, glancing over at Kim as he took a sip of his coffee.
Wearing a bathrobe, Kim sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She smiled over at him. “If we keep this up it might become one of those hard habits to break.”
Duan placed his cup aside and leaned over to kiss her with a passion that Kim felt all the way to her toes.
After he pulled away she stared at him for long moments before saying, “Mom is going to call us when she and Edward are ready to head over to the county fair. In the meantime, what do you think we should do while we’re waiting?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Get the hell out of this room before we kill ourselves. I’ve had more sex with you in the past twenty-four hours than I’ve had all year.”
She glanced away, nervously fiddling with the belt around her bathrobe. There was that word again. Sex. Was that all they’d been sharing for the past three weeks? When did a man stop thinking of it as nothing more than sex?
Evidently for Duan, it wouldn’t be any time soon. But then, why should it? Just because she had started dealing with a bunch of crazy emotions was no reason to think he was doing the same.
Of their own accord her eyes skimmed down the muscular plane of his chest, reminding her how much she liked rubbing her fingers over it.
Kim forced herself to look at his face. “Is that what you want to do? Get out of the room?” she asked nervously, her tongue licking her top lip.
He stared at her. “No. Especially not when you do something like that with your tongue,” he said in a voice so deep and sexy it made her shiver.
And then, as if he intended to make her do more than shiver, he raked his gaze from her lips down the rest of her body, taking in everything in his path, making her feel naked even while wearing her robe. The look in his eyes hinted at more than lust; it showed a hunger so hot that parts of her felt as if she were on fire.
Duan was about to lean forward to cop another kiss when his cell phone went off. He reached over toward the nightstand. “Whatever thoughts you were thinking, hold them until after I take this call.”
He answered the phone. “This is Duan.”
“Hey. Brett’s been busy.”
Duan smiled. That could only mean one thing. “What did he find?”
“Our man.”
“Who is he?”
“His name is Stein Green and at the moment he’s serving time in a Florida prison for armed robbery that involved the death of a police officer. It’s pretty safe to say that Green will be behind bars for a while—he’s serving a life sentence with no chance of parole. Chevis is on his way to Florida as we speak.”
Duan nodded. “Let me know when Chevis finds out anything.”
Moments later, he hung up the phone and glanced over at Kim. She looked gorgeous, even when she was sitting there staring at him expectantly.
“That was Landon,” he said. “Brett has ID’d that guy—the one in the photos.”
She nodded. “And?”
“And he’s serving time for armed robbery in a jail in Florida. Chevis is on his way to pay him a visit.”
Kim propped herself against one of the pillows. That was his favorite position. Well…one of his favorites. He much preferred seeing her on her back.
“That’s good news,” she said. “Do you think he’ll tell him anything?”
“It depends. But I do know if there’s one man who can get information out of someone, it’s Chevis.