She moaned, arching up into him. “But we didn’t lose each other.”
“You’re right.” He slid his hips back, finding her entrance with the tip of him. “And we won’t. Not ever.” His fingers tightened around her shoulder, and she was breathless when he sank in deep.
Heady emotion rushed into his expression when he settled all the way to the hilt, and she felt the intensity too as he filled and stretched her. His mouth met hers again in a soft kiss. Sweet, even. A kiss like no other, and so different than any other before it. And within that kiss she heard promises that would have scared her before.
Nothing about Boone scared her now.
He rocked into her, letting her feel every hard inch of him. His purely masculine scent infused the air, and she slid her hands over his muscular back, settling onto his
bottom, holding him tighter, needing him deeper.
His mouth was right by her ear, his moans brushing against her. She lifted her legs higher on his hips, wanting him as close as he could be. He began moving harder, faster, no space between them now. She held on tight, squeezing his flexing buttocks, lifting her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, needing him to get them both there. Together.
She sensed the tremble in his body, felt the hardening of his cock deep inside her, and her pleasure rose with his. She lost herself in all of him. In his trust. In his strength. In his hold. Her eyes pinched shut and toes pointed as she climbed higher and higher. Boone began bucking and jerking, his rough grunts all she heard, his hardened length pumping into her, his hips pressing against her clit, driving her wild.
Until he thrust forward hard, emptying himself inside her, sending her crashing into wave after wave of pleasure alongside him, writhing beneath him, until there was nothing left. No fear. No sadness. Hell, maybe even no bones in her body.
When she could move her fingers again, she opened her eyes, finding a breathless Boone intently watching her. His expression showed so much, it was impossible to identify all that he felt. She cupped his troubled face. “What is it?” she asked.
His brow furrowed, eyes intensifying. “Peyton, I—”
His cell phone rang.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, sliding out of her to grab his cell from his jeans. He hit the speaker. “Knight,” he bit off.
Rhett’s voice filled the room, “You’re going to need to come into the station. Is Peyton with you?”
Boone’s tight eyes came to Peyton. “Yeah, why?”
A beat. Then, “Bring her with you. She needs to see this too.”
Chapter 18
Two days later, Peyton held the file folder tight against her chest as she followed Boone through the police station in Seattle. They’d flown in last night, and she slept maybe two hours, tossing and turning in Boone’s arms awaiting the meeting this morning. This station looked a million dollars richer than the station back in Stoney Creek, but lacked the charm found within that close-knit station.
When Boone stopped at the closed door at the end of the long hallway, he turned to Peyton. His eyes, his voice, as always, were steady. “Ready?” he asked.
She inhaled quite possibly the longest and deepest breath of her life, letting go of her nerves, and gave a firm nod. “Ready.” Today wasn’t about her. Okay, well, maybe it was a little bit about her, but most of all, today was about Adam.
With no hesitation on Boone’s part, he opened the door and strode into the interrogation room. Peyton followed, spotting Detective Armstrong, the tough as nails detective they’d been talking to when they arrived at the station this morning, followed by one other person, whose eyes began to widen when he saw her.
Justin.
Peyton forced herself not to exhale, not to make any move, but mirrored the strength coming from Boone. She took a seat across from Justin, with Boone next to her, and the light-haired, broad-shouldered Detective Armstrong leaning against the wall behind them. She wasn’t sure what the detective told Justin to get him here, but by the color draining out of his face, it was clear he realized now that he’d been lied to. And the fact that he wasn’t jumping up to hug her like he normally would only proved to her that what they’d learned over the last couple days about Justin was correct.
Boone turned to her and gave her a quick nod.
She let her gaze fall to the one-way mirror to the left, and she knew they weren’t the only ones watching now. “I guess you’re surprised to see me,” she said to Justin, glancing his way again.
He shifted in his seat, fiddled with the cuff on his suit. “Obviously something’s going on here that I was not made aware of. Care to enlighten me?”
“Well, that’s actually my fault for keeping you in the dark.” She forced her voice not to shake, not wanting to show a hint of weakness. “I wanted to see your face when I showed you this.” She handed him the file folder, which contained the documents that Rhett had found in Vasiliev’s hotel room.
“What exactly am I looking at?” Justin’s hand trembled slightly when he opened the file. He read the first page, and any remainder of color in his face drained right out, his skin turning ashen.
“Yeah, I probably looked like that too when I first saw the papers.” Beneath the table, Boone took Peyton’s hand, holding on tight. “But it’s all there, isn’t it?” she continued, staring at this total stranger in front of her. “Everything about Adam and me. Our schedules. Every little thing about our lives. The plan for the accident. The plan for my murder, when it turned out I wasn’t in the car with Adam. The exchange of money with Vasiliev. Everything.” She paused, glancing down at the sketch of the body lying on the ground of the shop. “You hired a guy who knew what he was doing. So much so that he also planned his kills methodically, leaving nothing to chance.”
Justin snorted and pushed the file away. “I don’t know what you believe, Peyton,” he said, glaring at her. “But this is complete bullshit. I have no involvement in this. Why would I?”