Chapter Forty-two
Alia stepped out of the house first, waved one last time and turned to Sloan. As they made their way across the street, she whispered. “We’ll need the car tonight.”
“Seriously, what did they say?”
“Those two rascals are up to no good. They’re being picked up and going to a meeting, where they’ll be assigned some sort of equipment. I couldn’t hear everything they said, but it’s true that they have connections in Honolulu, and there’s mischief brewing.”
“Okay. I’ll get the car and park it around the corner so when they leave, they won’t pick up on our tail.”
“I’m going with you.”
“Guess we’ll be needing Roy to babysit then.”
“Guess so.” She grinned up at him, interest glowing in her teasing look.
Accepting her invitation, he rushed her into the house, or at least it seemed that way. Once the door closed, he had her in his arms and his lips were taking full advantage of her surprise, her open mouth and her willingness to play.
“I can’t get enough of this, of you, your taste…”
“You like me.”
“Now you sound like your son.”
She laughed, her lips moving against his. And she felt his grin form too. They stood there, lips glued together, smiling and it was a sweet moment. “Sugar.”
“Yes?”
“Not you. The sugar. You’re spilling it.”
She jumped away and righted the mug, her expression of dismay comical once she spied the white granules spread over the tiles. “Oh, no. What a mess? I’m sorry. Where’s your broom? I’ll clean it up.”
“Leave it, who cares about a bit of mess? Come here.” He yanked her back into his arms. He was gentle, yet forceful.
“You do.”
“Says who?”
“Says Don, Roy, Les —”
“Big-mouthed bastards. I’m not that bad.”
“OCD was the term they warned me with.”
“Okay, I’m a little fussy, sometimes. But at this exact moment, I seem to have overcome my psychosis.” He nuzzled her neck and worked at her ear, kissing and sucking the lobe into his hot mouth. Then he whispered, “The only sugar I want to pick up is you—and put you in my bed, naked and willing.”
She couldn’t have stopped her moan of agreement even if she’d tried. “We can’t.”
“Yes we can.” His hands travelled to her bare legs and then cradled her ass. Seconds later, he lifted her close to him as he rubbed against her body.
“No.”
As if she’d spilled ice water over his head, he wrenched back and glared. “No? Are you kidding me?”
“No. You don’t understand. Yasir and Leah are being picked up in a few minutes.”
“Aw, fuck.” He actually whined.
She laughed. Her lover sounded exactly the way she felt. “Sorry, bro. We’ve got to get out of here now and set up around the corner if we’re going to tail them.”