"For crap's sake. What if somebody sees them?"
"If someone other than me sees them, you're in serious trouble. He traced a finger down one trio, made her shudder. "And they're very pretty."
"They're sparkly hearts pointing at my crotch."
"They are, yes. And while I appreciate the directional assistance believe I could find my way all on my own." To prove it, he slid his fingers down her. Into her.
Her breath gasped out as she gripped his shoulders for balance.
God, the heat of her. The quick, wet heat. That alone seduced him. "I love to watch your face when it goes through you. When I go through you. Love to watch when it takes you over. Eve."
Her knees had dissolved, and everything above them throbbed with sensation. Liquid excitement, pouring through her as his hands, his lips, tongue, teeth explored. To hear him
say her name as he took her over, the music of his voice enticed her even as his hands teased, tormented.
She let herself ride the wave, then let herself melt into it.
Her pliancy, such a contrast to her strength and will, was arousing. Outrageously. Her absolute involvement in him, in them, while everything else around them washed away in pleasure and passion, in love and lust. When he pulled her with him to the floor, she slid down, slid under him like silk. There he had her mouth, warm and generous. Her skin, smooth and fragrant.
Then he was inside her, where there was nothing else. And he let her yielding take him with her.
She could have curled up to sleep on the floor without a word of complaint. Every cell in her body was relaxed and satisfied. But when she felt herself starting to drift off, she shook it off, sat up. And let out a startled yelp when she saw the cat perched on her desk, staring un-blinkingly with different-colored eyes.
Roarke studied the cat while he ran a hand lightly down Eve's back. "Does he approve or disapprove, do you think? He never lets on."
"I don't give a rat's ass, but I don't think he should be watching us while we're having sex. It can't be right."
"Maybe we should get him a girlfriend."
"He's been fixed."
"He still might enjoy the companionship."
"Not enough to share his salmon fixes." Because it was just weird to have the cat staring, especially when she was wearing little sparkly red hearts, she grabbed her pants, pulled them on.
As she raked her fingers through her hair, her computer beeped. Galahad jumped a little, then immediately shot up a leg and began to lick his backside.
Tasks complete . . .
"Hey, there's timing." She leaped up now, grabbing her sweats." "Plus I think the sex burned the alcohol out of my system."
"You're welcome."
He said it with a laugh, but she'd learned a few things in over a year of marriage. "The way you touched me? It counteracted the trauma that is Trina. This is great power."
His eyes warmed for her as he got to his feet.
"But the hearts have got to go. Computer, display matches, on wall screen."
Singular match displayed . . .
"Score," Eve bellowed when the images flashed on, side by side. "Hello, Deena."
Flavia, Deena, DOB June 8, 2027, Rome, Italy. Father, Dimitri, doctor, specializing in pediatrics. Mother, Anna Trevani, doctor, psychiatry. No siblings No marriage, cohabitation on record. No offspring on record. No criminal on record. Last known address, Brookhollow College. No data on record: after May 19-20, 2047. Image displayed is of official ID taken June 2045
"Lovely young woman," Roarke stated. "Extremely lovely."
"And she poofs. Early graduation. Computer, search for any missing persons report on Flavia, Deena. International search."