“No, I want to be inside you.”
He swung her up into his arms and kicked his jeans out of his way. In the bedroom, he dropped her on the bed and followed her down.
She yanked him close. “Jericho, please.”
He sheathed himself and gave her exactly what she wanted, a deep, thrusting pace that stroked every inch of her swollen, aching sex, to her very depths. He curved over her, the hard, thick muscles of his shoulders, firm and tight, his face fixed and focused. Her breath hissed out of her with each hard thrust of his body. All they wanted was the exquisite pace, the driving rhythm. Quick and deep and frantic and insistent, until they both exploded.
He collapsed and draped himself over her, trembling. “My God,” he said. “If it’s like this with you every time, I’ll be dead in a week.”
She caressed his face. “But what a way to go.”
He grinned at her and then glanced at the clock. “It’s almost time to get up and get ready for work. I’ll have to leave.”
Kate pouted. “Right. You don’t have any clothes here. Next time, bring clothes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, saluting.
“I mean it,” she said, grabbing at his shoulders. “You do want to have a next time, right?”
The tentativeness in her voice tugged at his heart. He’d never want to disappoint this woman; it would be more than he could bear. “Damn right, I do. Tonight?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pulling his head down for a quick kiss.
Jericho didn’t want to leave her for a whole day. He wanted to stay in bed with her, wrap himself in her sweet presence.
Dangerous, dangerous thoughts. Their bargain was just for the week, and it was already half over.
* * *
Kate barely looked up when the door to her office opened.
Sienna sauntered in and dropped into a chair opposite the desk. “What’s up?”
“I need to ask you about the Phantom Bandit.”
“Shoot.”
“Did the thief only take personal belongings?”
“Yep.”
“But never fenced anything that you know of?”
“No, and the report from Mrs. LePlante’s daughter is that there is a diamond bracelet missing from her mother’s apartment. A Tiffany original from a high-profile boyfriend.”
“Did she say who the boyfriend was?”
“No. She didn’t know, but she said her mother bragged about him being rich and handsome.”
“So, do you have anything new to tell me?”
“Like what?” Kate asked coyly.
“Like how’s Jericho this morning.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you think I know?”
Sienna laughed. “Lana and I came by last night and saw his car parked out in front of your apartment building.”