Baltimore 03 - Did You Miss Me?

arms, but he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. ‘That was . . . stealth reconnaissance.’
    That’s how he’d started anyway. He’d wanted to know which areas of her breasts were sensitive and which were not. He’d read that women who’d had mastectomies were more likely to have the sensitivity on the edges of their breasts with feeling decreasing the closer one came to the center. The next time they made love he wanted to include her breasts, but he didn’t want to touch her anywhere there was no feeling. It would make her self-conscious, take her out of the moment. Rob her of pleasure.
    And he wasn’t going to let that happen. She deserved pleasure.
    Areas of her breasts were very sensitive, he’d found. A single touch had her legs opening to him and the next thing he knew he was between them, tasting her again.
    ‘Since it woke me up, it wasn’t so stealthy, was it?’ she murmured.
    ‘Did you mind?’
    ‘Did I look Iike I minded?’
    That would be a no . He’d known the moment she’d awoken by the slight tensing of her thighs followed by a throaty hum of satisfaction and the tilting of her hips as she tried to get closer. He’d glanced up – and nearly come right then and there. She’d pushed herself to her elbows and was watching him tonguing her, her eyes hooded and hot. She’d said nothing and neither had he, the two of them suspended in a darkly erotic moment that seemed to stretch on and on until she came on a low, quiet moan, throat arched, her head lolling back like a flower too heavy for its stem.
    He swallowed hard, aware the elevator would open any moment. ‘You watching me was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.’
    She kissed his chin, then licked it. ‘Does this mean we take up where we left off? Or are you really going to make me sleep?’
    ‘I think you win.’
    She grinned at him. ‘Thank you.’
    The doors opened and her grin disappeared as she managed one of those quicksilver changes he’d come to appreciate. She was professional, cool. Collected. This was Prosecutor Daphne, ready to work.
    ‘Where did Agent Novak say we should go?’
    Deacon had called Joseph’s cell phone as he’d been slowly building Daphne to a second orgasm. Leaving the warmth of her body had nearly killed him, turning his brain back on nearly impossible.
    He hoped she still wanted him to take up where they’d left off after his next statement. ‘Room 602 is where I’m going. I need you to go to Ford’s room.’ Which was 636, at the other end of the hall.
    Her chin lifted. ‘Why?’
    He held up a hand to stave off her argument. ‘It’s not about you not having a right to be there or about you not being able to handle it. Because you do and you can.’
    ‘Then what is it about?’
    ‘Unfettered communication. The locals aren’t going to feel comfortable being candid with you in the room because you’re his mother. Think about poor Quartermaine last night. He felt terrible about making you upset. Do you think he’ll be straightforward again? We need answers and we need them fast. I don’t have time for the investigators to tiptoe around the facts.’
    She frowned for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. ‘Okay. You’re right. We’ve still got Kimberly and Pamela out there. You’ll tell me everything later?’
    ‘Everything. You have my word.’
    ‘Then I’ll be down the hall with Ford. Hopefully I can get him to wake up so we can get out of this town.’ She glanced down, then back up at him, her brows lifted. ‘You might want to make a stop in the men’s room before you join the other boys.’
    Because he had a tent in his pants again. He folded his coat over his arm and held it in front of him. ‘You’re enjoying this.’
    ‘I am indeed. I hope to enjoy it more later.’
    He laughed. ‘Go. Call if you need me.’
    Baltimore, Maryland, Wednesday, December 4, 8.00 P.M.
    Clay shook his head at the list of stolen merchandise. ‘Doug and Kim were busy.’
    ‘Guns, cash, and jewelry,’ Alec agreed. ‘But at least now we can give the info to the cops and not get put in jail ourselves.’
    Getting the list of items stolen by Doug and Kim as they posed as HVAC techs had taken Alec less than an hour by hacking into the insurance companies’ databases. It took him and Clay hours more to find the same information legally, now that they knew where to look. But it was solid and Alec was in no danger of repercussions.
    ‘Not going to jail is always good.’ Clay