Donovans 02 - Jade Island

are soundproofed, but Archer’s bed is right on the opposite side of the wall from our bed. I figure if I turn the water on hard enough, he might not hear you scream.”
    “Scream? What are you talking about? You aren’t into sadism, are you?”
    Laughing, Kyle stepped into the shower, taking Lianne with him. “I’m into you, sweetheart. Can’t you tell?”
    “It would be impossible to miss.”
    Her breath caught as he tightened inside her, filling her until she shivered. His eyelids lowered and he flexed again. She was still hot, slick, swollen, and so sensitized that no matter how slight the movement, her breath broke each time he shifted inside her. Finally, reluctantly, he lifted her, separating their bodies.
    Lianne’s eyes dilated in surprise at the sudden stab of pleasure she felt even as Kyle withdrew. She sagged against the cold tile wall of the shower and braced her feet.
    Turning his back to the torrent of water, shielding her from its force, Kyle bent and kissed her lips tenderly, teasing her with his tongue. When her mouth fit his, followed his, needed his as though it had been weeks rather than seconds since they had last loved, he ended the kiss as gently as it had begun.
    “You okay standing up?” Kyle asked.
    She nodded and reached up on tiptoe to kiss him again. He slid through her eager arms with an ease that remindedher just how strong he was. His mouth moved over each breast in turn, devouring her sweetly, thoroughly, sucking her nipples taut and then drawing them tighter still. When her hips began to twist against him, seeking him, he evaded her despite his thick erection and the heavy beating of his blood.
    Lianne’s breath fragmented as Kyle’s hands and mouth slid down her body. He pressed her legs more widely apart, caressing and opening her with his thumbs, fitting his mouth over her, matching her sultry heat with his own, savoring her. She had never felt anything like it, never known she could be drenched and burning at the same time. Her knees shook. Her fingers clenched in his hair. She fought for balance, for breath, for understanding.
    And she found only the searching, relentless, ravishing heat of his mouth. She tried to tell him to stop, she couldn’t take any more pleasure. His fingers slid deep and his mouth shifted, closing around the wildly sensitive knot of flesh, sucking hard on her until she screamed and shattered into a thousand blind, glittering pieces.
    Even then he didn’t release her. He couldn’t. He was as caught in the hot coils of sensuality as she was. By the time he could force himself to stop caressing her, her knees had given way and she was on the floor of the shower. He wanted her until his guts knotted, but her pupils were dilated so much there was no color, only black, her breath raked in and out of her lungs, and all that stood between her and drowning in the driving water of the shower was his broad back.
    “Lianne?” Kyle managed, fighting to keep himself from taking her the way she was, open and dazed on the tile floor.
    Slowly her eyes focused on him.
    “Sweetheart?” he asked. “Are you all right?”
    She nodded.
    “Then you better get up.”
    She looked at the clouds of steam. “Is the hot water running out?”
    “No. My control is. I’m about two seconds from taking you the way I did on the dock. Only this time you’d be on the bottom.”
    She licked her lips, counted off two seconds, and smiled slowly. “Okay.”

Chapter 23
    L ianne stared at the concrete-and-steel building. It wasn’t one of Seattle’s many interesting architectural statements; it was a government-issue, get-it-done-on-budget, downscale high-rise. Even if she had never been inside, she would know from the building’s exterior that the interior would be full of generic business offices with industrial-strength carpeting, plastic fig trees in dusty baskets, and middle-aged receptionists with too much dye in their hair. The only thing unusual about the building was the foyer, with its metal detector. A bored guard sat beside it.
    “Don’t look so unhappy,” Kyle said to Lianne. “They won’t keep you this time.”
    “How do you know?”
    “We’re using the front door. Or do you want to just forget the whole thing and go back to the condo?”
    Kyle’s words made Lianne realize that she was hanging back. Her chin came up and she quickened her stride. “Of course not.”
    “You sure? Johnny and I could take care of identifying the—”
    “If you