Laughing at her right now would be the wrong thing to do. Adam smartly swallowed the chuckle that bubbled in his throat. “As a matter of fact, I have one just like it.”
She nodded. “You also have access to my number. Hell, you have access to everything about me! I don’t suppose it ever occurred to that all you had to do was call me up and ask what I was up to or how my life was going?”
Oh, it had occurred to him more times than he would ever admit.
“You want the truth, Jennifer?” He shouldn’t say it. He shouldn’t have ever pulled her into his room. He should’ve acted surprised when he’d opened the door to find her in the hallway. He had been surprised to see her so soon, to realize she’d gotten the room number wrong, but not to see her. “I’m too old for you. I know that. I live and breathe my job. I know that, too. Those are just a few of the reasons I’ve kept my distance from you.”
“But you aren’t keeping your distance now.”
Her voice had lowered, turned breathy, and he realized he’d closed the space between them during his confession. It hadn’t taken much, only a single stride, but he was close enough to her now to feel her nipples lightly touch his chest with each breath she took. He was close enough to her now that, if he dipped his head, he could capture her mouth with his.
He was close enough to her now that every vow he’d made over the years to stay away, every reason he’d had for not contacting her, was slamming against the glass of the window across the room in a frantic attempt to fly away.
“Since we’re finally being honest, I never cared how old you are or how dedicated to your job you are.” She wound her arms around his neck and tunneled the fingers of one hand in the back of his hair. “I still wanted you. From the moment you stepped into the interrogation room at the bureau, I’ve wanted you.”
The glass broke. Adam swore he heard it as he locked his arms around her waist, pulled her sensuous body even closer, and crushed his mouth down on hers. He tasted her surprise for all of a nanosecond, and then she was kissing him back.
She melted in his arms as he sought to use the kiss to sate the lust roaring through him, feeding voraciously on her mouth. Instead of dulling it, his desire for her soared higher as her tongue stroked and dueled with his.
He’d wanted her, wanted this, from that same moment. He’d known he shouldn’t, hadn’t been able to figure out exactly why he’d craved her more than his next breath of oxygen, and certainly hadn’t been able to fathom why he’d never been able to simply let her fade out of his life. He didn’t do relationships, didn’t even date. He had sex, sure, but he’d always kept those encounters simple. Emotional entanglements were too risky in his world. Even now, as he continued to kiss her, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He’d come to the island to ensure that Roumduol, or his hitman, didn’t get to Alec. If Jennifer ended up somehow in the middle of that, he would never forgive himself.
That single realization managed to break through the overwhelming need for her that was ruling his body. He ended the kiss and started to release her, but she locked her arms more tightly around his neck and ground her body against his already throbbing dick.
“Don’t stop now. Whichever one of those reasons just made it to the forefront of your mind, push it away again.”
Adam squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stand the swirls of longing in her beautiful eyes. “I shouldn’t have kissed you?”
“Because you don’t want me?”
His eyes popped open at that even as a growl escaped his throat. “God, you know I do.”
Her eyes sparked with mischief as she reached a hand between their lower bodies, turned it, and cupped his dick through the material of his slacks. “It sure feels like you do.”
“Christ, Jennifer.” Adam tried to re-engage his brain, tried to hold on to that reason he shouldn’t be doing this, but found it impossible to think with her hand on his dick. He found it even harder to breathe when her other hand joined the first, and she worked the button and zipper of his pants free. Then, her hand was diving beneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs to curl around his pulsing shaft.
“You should kiss me again,” she told him as she stroked his shaft from engorged base to bulbous head. Rather than wait for him to obey, she rose to her tiptoes and nipped his bottom lip. “You should stop trying to outmaneuver what we feel between us, this magnetic pull we both know is there, and allow us to have what we want, what we’ve wanted for years.”
Outmaneuvering everyone and everything was usually what he did best, but he’d always failed when it came to her. It happened yet again as his dick jerked in her hand, his balls drawing up painfully tight at the realization that he could end his years of internal torment right here, right now. She was the only woman who had ever awakened a desire in him he couldn’t control.
Adam kissed her. It wasn’t smart, but he did want her with a vengeance that stole his breath and made everything pound inside him in rapid beat with his throbbing dick. Before he could really think about it, he felt one her hands pull his firearm from the waistband of his pants as her other hand worked his slacks down his hips. He took his gun from her, reaching over to place it on the nearby dresser and snagged his wallet from the back pocket before it got out of reach. He flung the wallet onto the bed next to them and broke the kiss as he pulled her tank top over her head.
* * * *
Wild elation filled Jennifer as Adam tossed her tank top aside and reached around her back to free the clasp of her bra. This was Adam’s hands on her, Adam staring at her as if she were one of God’s finest creations, Adam who was about to finally be inside her.
Just as soon as she got him out of his clothes.
Her breasts spilled free as he pulled off her bra and let it fall to the floor. Watching him, enjoying the determination and intense concentration etched in his expression, she released his slacks to fall to his ankles and reached for the hem of his T-shirt.
She smiled up at him as she tugged it over his head. “I don’t know why you bothered to put this on.”
He chuckled, a low, gruff sound that sent shivers racing through her entire body. “I was attempting to be a gentleman.”
“I don’t want you to be a gentleman.” She wanted him wild and crazy and naughty. Calculating exactly how to make that happen, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxer-briefs and yanked them down his powerful thighs.
He didn’t give her a chance to touch or even look at his cock. Not yet. His hands were following her lead, working the button and zipper of her shorts free and pushing them, right along with her panties, down her legs. Not worrying with her shoes, she stepped out of the garments as a low rumble escaped his throat.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Able to finally look at him, too, she drank in the sight of his naked body. “Christ, so are you.”
She knew he spent nearly as much time in the field as he did behind his desk and it showed. For a man rapidly approaching fifty, he was stupendously well-toned and outrageously packed. His arms wound around her waist, and she flattened her hands on the front of his shoulders. She gave his shoulders a gentle push, turning with him as she backed him against the bed.
“I want to be on top.”
Excitement sparked with the lust that had turned his blue eyes darker than she’d ever seen them. He snagged the wallet he’d tossed onto the bed, pulling out a condom as he lay down.
Jennifer plucked the foil wrapper from his fingers as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs. “I’ll take care of this, too.”
She tore the foil open with her teeth, pulled the rubber free, and tossed the wrapper aside. He was watching her through heavy-lidded eyes that closed when she curled her fingers around the base of his cock and lifted it. Her mouth watered at the sight of the pre-cum leaking from the slit in his cockhead, the desire to taste it almost too strong to ignore. But her need to feel him inside her flaming pussy won out. She positioned the rubber over the head of his dick an
d rolled it down his shaft.
“Is it going to fit?” she heard herself ask as the latex stretched and formed around the massive girth of his cock.
He chuckled, another of those low, gruff sounds that sent zings of anticipation ricocheting off every erogenous zone in her body. “It’ll fit,” he assured her as his hands joined hers, helping her to roll the condom down until his cock was fully sheathed.
He lifted his head and shoulders as he reached for her and closed his large hands on her waist. He positioned her pussy over the bulbous head of his cock and used his grip on her waist to pull her down.
“Oh, wow.” The words hissed from her lips as his thick shaft slid inside her pussy, inch by gloriously thick and long inch. The rubber might have fit, but she wondered if his cock was going to fit inside her. She felt her inner muscles straining, stretching to accommodate the invasion.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight.”
He ground the words through his teeth as he slid in the last couple of inches that settled his cock balls-deep inside her. She was breathing hard. They both were. She’d wanted to be on top so she could watch him come inside her, had wanted to ride him until they were both screaming with ecstasy, but his cock was so big she wasn’t sure if she could without injuring herself.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay.” Her answer brought a smile to his lips as she leaned over him and braced the weight of her upper body on her hands on either side of his broad shoulders. He moved his hands to cup her ass as he slowly began to pump inside her. She might be on top, but he had no troubles taking control. He gently pulled her body and pushed it back, rocking her pussy on his cock and grinding her clit against the base of his groin.
Wanting more, needing it, Jennifer dug her knees into the mattress on either side of his narrow hips and started to ride. She lifted her pussy off his cock until only the head remained inside her flaming channel and then let her body fall down, taking his full length inside her once more.
He rewarded her with a low groan and a, “Fuck, yeah.”
Encouraged, elated, and surfing on a hot tide of pleasure, Jennifer repeated the move before settling into a rhythm that gradually increased until she was riding his cock as she’d wanted to do from the start. Adam moved his hands to her hips, not taking over control again, but gripping them tightly enough to leave bruises.
Jennifer didn’t care. She felt her body tense with her impending release, her swollen clit pounding, ready to burst. She bowed her head and squeezed her eyes closed, trying to hold off her orgasm, not wanting the moment to end so soon.
“Don’t do that,” Adam told her through clenched teeth. “Look at me. I want to watch you come for me, Jennifer.”
She lifted her head, opened her eyes, and locked her gaze with his. “It feels too good. I can’t—”
“Don’t hold back.” He lifted his hips off the mattress, pistoning his cock even deeper inside her, matching the rhythm she had set. “Come for me.”
She did. She gasped, then cried out as she came in a blinding explosion of pleasure. “Oh God, oh God…” she chanted, her body shaking as Adam took over control once more, his thrusts carrying her through the orgasm. He moved one of his hands to her nape, and he pulled her mouth down to his. His body stiffened as he kissed her wildly, grunting into her mouth as he found his release.
When she felt his body relax, Jennifer slowly ended the kiss and lifted her head to gaze down at him. “That wasn’t fair. You didn’t let me watch you come.”
He grinned and skimmed his hands lightly up and down her sides, causing her to shiver. “Next time.”
Jennifer heard the promise in his tone, saw it mirrored in his eyes. “How long will you be on the island?”
“I don’t know yet.”
She narrowed her eyes. “When we both return to Waterston, are you going to go back to keeping your distance again?”
He chuckled softly at that and cupped the side of her face. “I think it’s a little too late for that now, don’t you?”
Relieved, she brushed her lips over his. “Yeah, I do.”
“How long are you and Lexie staying?”
“Me? A couple of weeks. Lexie? I think she’s considering moving here. She got a job—” Jennifer gasped. “What time is it?”
Adam checked his wristwatch. “A little after three.”
“Shit!” She sprang up, instantly missing the feel of his cock inside her as it slid out in her rush to climb off him. She scrambled to the foot of the bed, stood, and snagged her panties off the floor. “I have to go. I’ve got to be at work in less than an hour, and I need a shower.”
Adam sat up, resting the weight of his upper body on his bent elbows. “Work?”
“Ménage a Drink,” she explained as she quickly pulled up her panties and stepped into her shorts. “It was a spontaneous thing, actually. Lexie and I were touring the island yesterday, and we both ended up with jobs before the night was over.”
“You’re bartending again?” Adam sounded as if he was still trying to wrap his mind around what she was saying.
Jennifer shoved her bra in the front pocket of her shorts and tugged her tank top over her head. She was taking everything back off when she got across the hall anyway. “You know how much I love bartending. It’s just temporary while I’m on the island, but I couldn’t turn down the opportunity.” She rounded the corner of the bed and climbed back on to snag a quick kiss. “Come by for a drink later?”
He pulled her back in for another kiss when she started to back away and then set his forehead against her. “I’ll be there.”
* * * *
Alec didn’t do drugs. Even during his life as Veansa in the cartel when he’d been surrounded by them, he’d never used them. He was ninety-nine percent certain McIntyre had never touched them, either. That didn’t mean he didn’t recognize an addiction coming on when he felt it.
Being with Jennifer last night and this morning had controlled him like an addiction. The instant she’d left his cottage, he’d found himself suffering from withdrawal symptoms strong enough to knock him on his ass. He’d managed to stay upright and carry on with his day, but not to get her out of his mind. He’d gone for his daily run and swim, albeit much later than normal. Back in his cottage now, he pulled the makings for a sandwich from the fridge as he contemplated what to do next. Going to Ménage a Drink was a given, though not just yet. Jennifer had only been on shift a little over an hour. Best to give her time to settle in before he showed up.
When a knock sounded at the front door, he figured the decision of what to do next had been made for him. Stupidly hoping Jennifer had changed her mind about the job and was returning for another round of hot, sweaty, monkey sex, he pulled open the door and frowned.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Adam Cooper was dressed way down in a pair of tennis shoes, light brown cargo shorts, and a dark blue T-shirt. The man barked a half laugh at Alec’s question. “Not exactly the welcome I was expecting. Careful, McIntyre. Such a reception is liable to make me all warm and fuzzy inside.”
Alec snorted and headed back to the kitchen, leaving the door open. He waited until he heard it close and Adam’s footsteps got louder before he said, “I thought I’d left all the unexpected house calls behind in Waterston.”
When he’d stayed with Adam, not a day had gone by that Jackson, Mallory, Cameron, or someone else from the bureau hadn’t stopped by unannounced. While he’d grown to appreciate their concern, what he’d really wanted back then was to be left alone. It was funny how things changed. Though he’d been enjoying the solitary life he’d built on the island, he was actually glad to see Adam.
“Since you’re not staying at my place anymore, I figured it was time for me to pick up the slack.” Adam stopped in the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame. “You’re looking good.”
Alec cocked a brow at him as he pulled several slices of bread from the loaf and started making sandwich
es. “I thought Cameron was the only one in the Waterston office who swung on the wrong side of the fence.”
“Ha ha,” Adam mocked. “I didn’t mean it that way, dumb shit.”
Alec bit back a grin. “You look weird.” The few times he actually remembered seeing Adam out of his designer suits, the man had been wearing designer jeans and polo shirts.
Adam scowled. “Thanks.”
Alec let the grin stretch his lips, strangely finding it easier to smile after his time with Jennifer this morning. “Want a sandwich?”
Adam shrugged. “Sure. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“I’m feeling pretty good, too,” Alec said as he spread mayo on the slices of bread and topped it with chopped ham. He pulled a couple of saucers from the cabinet, plated the sandwiches, and passed one to Adam.
“How’s the head?”
“Still fucked.” Alec moved to the fridge and grabbed a couple of sodas. Balancing one can on top of the other, he turned back to Adam and tipped his chin toward the dining area. “There’s a table behind you.”
Taking the hint, Adam walked to the table and sat.
“I guess the head is better than it was,” Alec continued as he took a seat across the small round table from Adam. “Memories are still scarce.”
Adam popped the tab on his soda can and took a swig. “Any more since the last time we talked?”
It had been a few weeks since Adam had called to check in on him. He hadn’t expected the man to pop up on the island.
“A few.” Alec took a bite of his sandwich and spoke around it. “I do remember you were never one to take a vacation.”
“It’s been years. I’ll give you that.” Adam studied him for a long moment, seeming to choose his next words carefully. “I was hoping you had decided to come back to Waterston, back to the bureau.”
Alec sighed and put down his sandwich as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know if I ever will. I don’t know if I want to. I’ve been thinking this might be retirement for me.”
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