In Death 31 - Indulgence in Death

your day?”
    “Limo driver meets crossbow bolt. Bolt wins.”
    “And here I thought my day was interesting.”
    “What planet did you buy?”
    “Which would you like?”
    “I’ll take Saturn,” she decided. “It’s got pizzazz.”
    “I’ll see what I can do.”
    She gave his tie a tug. “I thought you were going to stop wearing so many clothes.”
    “They frown on less at global business meetings.”
    “What do they know?” She unknotted his tie. “I think you should be naked.”
    “Oddly, I was just thinking the same about you.” Reaching out, he hit the release on her weapon harness. The cat gave him a head butt, obviously annoyed the stroking had stopped. “I’ll get back to you,” Roarke promised, and nudged Galahad aside.
    Eve took Galahad’s place, wrapped her legs around Roarke’s waist, her arms around his neck. “Maybe I missed your face.”
    “Maybe you missed the sex.”
    “I guess it can be both.” She laid her lips on his, sank in. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It can definitely be both.”
    While the cat stalked away in disgust, she shoved the jacket off Roarke’s shoulders, tugged it off. He simply pulled the sleeveless tank she wore over her head.
    “See how much easier mine are? You’ve got all these buttons.” She attacked them while he let his hands roam.
    He loved the feel of her, long and lean with that supple core of muscle. Hers was a warrior’s body, agile and strong, and she gave it to him without reservation.
    Her fingers, impatient and quick, dealt with buttons, pulled open his shirt. Their eyes met, hers that gilded brown, and aware. Watching her, he cupped her breasts, slid his thumbs back and forth over her until that awareness deepened.
    When he took her mouth again, she pressed against him, center to center.
    The beat of his blood quickened to a fierce and primal rhythm, driving, driving the need to possess. But when he would have pushed her back to the floor, she shifted her weight, and took him down.
    Her breath, already unsteady, feathered over his lips. “Sometimes you’ve just gotta take it.” She caught his bottom lip in her teeth, tugged.
    She used her teeth again, on his throat, on his shoulder while her hand snaked between them to open his trousers.
    She felt his muscles coil and release. All the power, she thought, under her. All that he was, hers for the taking. The thrill of that rode inside her while she helped herself, stirred him as she wanted him stirred until that power quivered for her.
    He was hard and smooth, and she used her hands, her mouth to pleasure and to torment. Used her body to tease and arouse until her own needs nearly swallowed her.
    He rolled, pinned her, his eyes fiercely blue.
    “Now you’ll take it,” he said, and proceeded to destroy her.
    She cried out once as those hands that had so coolly stroked the cat now used her, ruthlessly. He drenched her, saturated her with sensations that robbed her breath, shuddered through her body in choppy, drowning waves.
    When she trembled, he hiked up her hips and plunged into her.
    Filled and surrounded, caught and found. Craved. Power merged with power now as they drove each other.
    Once again their eyes met, and he saw that deep and gilded brown. And now let himself fall into them.
    A damn good welcome home, Eve decided as she dressed. She glanced over at Roarke. “I’ve got some work to get to.”
    “Limo driver, crossbow. I figured as much. This would be the driver from Gold Star.”
    She frowned a little, knowing he often checked the crime reports. “How much does the media have? I didn’t have time to monitor.”
    “That’s about it. You’ve been stingy with the details.”
    “They probably have the rest by now. Driver and co-owner, husband, father of two. Not a lot there to make too many ripples media-wise, until they get the crossbow angle. That’ll ripple some.”
    “I expect it will.” She left off weapon and jacket, he noted, and slipped her feet back into her skids. Her comfortable work mode.
    The murder might not ripple overmuch in the media, he thought, but for Eve it would be a drowning pool until she closed the case.
    He had a bit more work to catch up on, but nothing, he decided, that couldn’t wait.
    “Why don’t we have a meal in here and you can fill me in before you get to it?”
    “That’ll work. I don’t want much. I took pity on Peabody and sprang for dogs and fries this afternoon.”
    “Some cold pasta?”
    “As long as it