I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing I would have made the same decision. I would have done anything to pass my own bill, damn anyone who got in my way. Was that the truth? Could I believe him?
“Did I answer all your questions?” he asked.
Did it even matter?
“For now,” I responded.
“Good.” His eyes lit the way the lightning canvassed the room. “I’m done with business for the night.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t say I was.”
“Too bad.” He grabbed the empty glass from my hand and tossed it on the floor. “I think there are better ways to spend a tropical depression.”
I moaned the instant our lips met. I wrapped my fingers around his neck as his tongue found mine, tangling and flicking more possessively than before. I leaned against his body, knowing it by heart. I tried to forget it, but it was impossible not to remember how we aligned. How I fit against him. With him.
He kissed me harder and longer. I lost my breath.
His hands threaded through mine, drawing them from his shoulders. He maneuvered me to the bed. The plan was going off the rails. It probably had the instant Kimble showed him into my apartment.