In Death 06 - Vengeance in Death

caused her thigh muscles to thrum. "I really have to -- Jesus, you're good at that." Her head fell back just enough to make her mouth vulnerable to his.
    Before it had been soft and easy, a kind of healing both of them had needed. This was fire, hot and fast and all for greed. She reached up, circling her arms around his neck, and left herself open for him.
    He made quick work of her robe, parting it so that his hands could roam flesh already damp, so he could race down and find her, already wet. She came with delightful ease, shuddering as she felt the climax roll through her and flood his hand.
    Then she was struggling free, turning in the chair and rising on her knees to clutch at him. "Now, now, now." She gasped it out, punctuating each demand with nips and bites as she jerked at the jeans riding his hips.
    He slid into the chair, gripping her hips as she straddled him. And he watched her throat, the lovely arch of it, the tiny pulse pushing in fast rhythm against the flesh as her head dipped back. She gripped the back of the chair, dizzy when he sucked her breast hard into his mouth, as the chair rocked, as she rocked, tormenting them both with the friction.
    The pace was hers, and he let her ride, let himself be taken. His fingers dug into her hips while she drove him, while the breath strangled in his throat. And when it seemed his blood would burst from his veins like flames, he emptied himself into her.
    Her hands slid limply down his damp shoulders. Her heart was still pumping viciously as she raced quick, delirious kisses over his neck and throat.
    "Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful."
    "What?" His senses were slowly swimming back, the roar in his ears subsiding like the tide.
    She caught herself, appalled, mortified. Had she actually said that aloud? she wondered. Was she insane? "Nothing. I was..." She took several deep breaths to level her system. "I was just saying I only wanted to bite your ass."
    "You wanted to bite my ass." He shook his head clear. "Why?"
    "Because it's there." Relieved, spent, satisfied, she grinned at him. "And it's a pretty great ass all in all."
    "I'm glad you --" He blinked, narrowed his eyes. "Did you say I was beautiful?"
    "Give me a break." She snorted, then quickly wiggled off him. "You must be hallucinating. Now, fun's fun." She picked up her robe, pulled it on. "But I have to get back to work."
    "Mmm-hmm. I'll get us some coffee."
    "There's no use both of us going without sleep."
    He smiled, ran a finger over her wedding band. "Want some pie?"
    "I guess I could choke some down."
    Within an hour Eve had moved the investigation into Roarke's private office. The lists she would run now couldn't be viewed by the all-seeing eye of CompuGuard.
    "Six men," she muttered. "The six who killed Marlena generate over fifty in family alone. What's with you Irish, haven't you ever heard of Zero Population?"
    "We prefer the go forth and multiply rule." Roarke pondered the list that took up two screens. "I recognize a dozen or so. I might do better with faces."
    "Well, we'll eliminate the females, for now. The barmaid at the Shamrock said Shawn was talking to a man, the kid on the West Side -- "
    "His name's Kevin."
    "Yeah, the kid said a man. And the creep who's been calling me -- even if he's using voice alteration to sound like a man -- has a male rhythm to his speech. And typical male responses to insults and sarcasm."
    "It's illuminating for me," Roarke said dryly, "to discover your fascinating opinion on my gender."
    "When push comes, men are different, that's all. Computer, delete female names from screen." Eve paced in front of it, nodding. "That's a little more manageable. Best place to start is at the top. O'Malley's group, father, two brothers."
    "On screen three." Commanding manually now, Roarke shifted the three names onto the next screen. "Full data, with image. Ah, Shamus O'Malley, the patriarch, I do remember him. He and my father had some dealings together."
    "Looks like a violent tendency," Eve commented. "You can see it in the eyes. Major scar on the left cheek, a nose that's been broken more than once by the look of it. This makes him seventy-six, and he's currently a guest of the Irish government for first degree assault with a deadly."
    "A prince of a man."
    Eve hooked her thumbs in her robe pockets. "I'm going to eliminate anyone doing time. It's impossible to say if our guy's acting alone, but we'll