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by The Forgetful Spy (lit)

“Meet?” With their bodies intimately entwined and pushing into each other, she enjoyed this meeting just fine.

  “Why don’t we go to your place.” He ran his fingers along the curve of her jaw. “We can catch up on old times.”

  Laurie stiffened. A bucket of ice water wouldn’t have chilled her as much as his words. “We can’t go to my house.” The disapproving face of her aunt swam across her brain. Aunt Fiona didn’t like the idea of Laurie dating at all, let alone what she had in mind.

  “Let’s get a motel room then. There’s one across the street.”

  She backed away from him, but slammed into the book cart she’d forgotten was there. “What if someone were to see us? I can’t be seen entering or leaving a motel room across from where I work. People would talk.”

  He glanced around their immediate area and then focused his sexy gaze on her face. “Any quiet places here in the library? Maybe once you close up—”

  “Oh no.” She cut him off and grabbed for her watch. “I’m late.” Laurie edged past him straightening her clothing. “Stay right here. Don’t move.”

  She ignored his puzzled scowl and scrambled to the front door. Ten minutes past closing time and she hadn’t locked up yet. If the sheriff stopped by, she didn’t finish the thought. She didn’t have to.

  “Laurie! Where are you?” Royce Kingston, the nightshift sheriff’s deputy, bellowed.

  “I’m right here, Royce.” Laurie skidded around the corner to enter the lobby. Hand resting on his pistol, Royce’s perfected stance suggested he’d kick ass first and ask questions later. He was a fine officer, attractive in a pretty way and ever on the prowl to get her to go out with him. He was also the last person she wanted to deal with right now.

  The ready smile came next and it wouldn’t be long before she’d be coming up with yet another excuse to put him off.

  Her Aunt Fiona forbade her to encourage Royce. She told her repeatedly that getting serious about a law officer would only lead to heartache. Colin being an FBI agent would probably send her over the edge. She’d have to keep her FBI agent a very close secret. Especially right now.

  “The door’s unlocked, Laurie. Are you sure you’re okay in here?” He glanced around the front lobby with light suspicion creasing his expression as if he sensed something was amiss. The only thing out of place was the FBI agent waiting secretly in the stacks.

  “I’m fine. I was shelving the last cart of books and I just lost track of the time. I’m sorry.” She pasted a smile on her face but regretted it immediately. She didn’t want to encourage him. Even the slightest smile always seemed to hearten him and bolster his confidence that she’d finally accept a date.

  The truth regarding her feelings for Royce were complicated. She’d never been attracted to him but didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him straight up. She’d always thought of him like a brother, but she didn’t have the heart to say it. So he kept asking and she kept putting him off.

  He studied her face at length. After a few seconds he relaxed and moved his hand off his weapon. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling all right?” Crap. She was flushed? Colin’s wicked smile centered in her brain and she couldn’t focus on an explanation fast enough.

  “Once I realized the…um…late time…I…um…I ran over here as fast as I could.” Laurie forced a shrug, pasted another weak smile on her face and willed him to leave quickly. Her lips felt swollen and the realization sent a flash of heat spreading across her face. She hoped her face wasn’t tomato red.

  Laurie took a deep breath to calm herself but a caught a whiff of Colin’s scent instead. His spicy fragrance clung to her and caused anxiety not tranquility. She wondered if Royce could smell it. One look at his face and she knew he didn’t.

  Royce’s face softened and a tolerant smile appeared. “Go ahead and lock up. I’ll wait and drive you home.”

  “No.” Laurie answered too fast. “You don’t have to do that. You know my aunt doesn’t approve.”

  He eased closer and sighed. “Aren’t you old enough to make your own decisions?”

  Laurie didn’t want to have this same argument, especially not if Colin could hear. She sent up a mental prayer that he stayed put. Royce might never leave if he showed himself.

  “Laurie? Are you almost done?” Colin’s inquisitive voice came from over her shoulder. She closed her eyes and amended her prayer to one for strength.

  Colin strolled into the front lobby and slung one arm casually, yet possessively, around her shoulders. Royce stiffened as if someone had plugged him into a light socket.

  “Who are you?” Royce’s hand went to his weapon again.

  Colin immediately flipped his badge open and held it up for Royce to read. He must have already had it in his hand to whip it out so fast. She sighed, wondering if they’d whip out their penises next and start marking their territory.

  Royce’s shocked gaze slid from Colin’s badge to Laurie’s face and back again. “FBI, huh?”

  “That’s right.” Colin squeezed her shoulder. There was an awkward silence for several more seconds.

  Royce backed down first by relaxing his posture and dropping his hand away from his holster. “I’ll let you close up then.” His eyes cut to Colin briefly before his gaze dipped to the floor.

  “Royce, please don’t say anything to my—”

  “I won’t.” His curt tone cutting off her plea told her he was hurt. She hadn’t meant to crush him. He’d made it clear from the second they’d met three years ago he was interested in a relationship. She unfortunately didn’t feel a spark with Royce. Never had. While her aunt truly didn’t want her involved with an officer of law enforcement, it was also a handy excuse to keep him at bay.

  Colin on the other hand made her blush, stammer and get wet by merely coming into her proximity. The memory of his kiss sent another wave of heat creeping over her cheeks. She dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “Don’t forget to lock up.” Royce did a crisp about-face and exited the library without looking back. Laurie was half relieved and half unnerved by his sudden departure. Colin squeezed her shoulder again, turned her to face him and kissed her quickly on the mouth.

  “That wasn’t your old boyfriend, was it?” Colin brushed her cheek with his fingertips, his expression pensive.

  “No. Royce is only a friend. He’s practically like a brother to me.”

  Colin laughed. “Oh yeah? He has more than brotherly affection for you, darlin’.”

  She shrugged. “Unfortunately, I don’t share any feelings beyond friendship.”

  “Good.” His hand slipped around to cup the back of her head. She thought he was going to kiss her again, but he asked, “Will you come to my motel in Millbrook tonight?”

  Laurie nodded without hesitation. “Where are you staying?”

  “The Southern Inn. It’s the new one across the street from the old movie theater showing the Cary Grant movie festival.”

  She nodded as a thrill zipped down her back. “I know it.”

  “Great. I’m in room 143. Ground floor, back side of the motel, well away from the street. I promise no one will see you.”

  Laurie nodded again as another pleasure-ridden sensation dashed across her body and landed in her pulsing core. “All right. I’ll be there in an hour.”

  Chapter 5

  Colin half expected Rachel to stand him up. She’d been so skittish and worried about anyone finding out they were together earlier it made him curious to find out what case she was working on in a public library that could inspire such fear.

  Jesus, he hadn’t been that nervous even after spending two anxiety-ridden months at Raoul Ortega’s compound in Columbia.

  The twin headlights from a small vehicle turned down the quiet road behind the motel and headed towards the end of the row and his assigned room. An arc of light from the headlight’s beam briefly lit up the window. He squinted and continued his searching gaze as a nondescript import compact parked next to his rental sedan.


  She’d come after all. He grinned, dropped the curtain and opened the door to welcome her to his humble temporary abode. The rush of evening humidity slammed into him along with the scent of diesel fuel on the wind from the highway over the hill.

  Apprehension would be understating Rachel’s expression as she alighted from her Honda Civic and pushed the door shut with one hip. She darted around the hood, leapt over the curb and rushed towards him as if an evil entity dogged her heels.

  Colin caught her to his chest when she launched into his arms. He pulled her close and shut the cheap wooden door as soon as they cleared the metal threshold.

  “Glad you made it,” he whispered and pushed her against the adjacent wall. Her arms slid around his neck. She brushed her cheek along his as her lips connected with his jaw in several light kisses.

  “Me too,” she murmured. Her whisper caressed his face.

  Anxious to take his first taste of her in the privacy of his motel room, he secured his body against her lush frame and crushed his lips over hers. She moaned as he breached her mouth licking his way to the warmth inside. His cock thickened and happily rested against her belly, waiting impatiently for an opportunity to experience what they’d missed in South America.

  Colin snagged the bottom of her skirt and slid his hand along her silky thigh. She wore panties this time and he smiled at the memory of her sexy lack of undergarments in Columbia.

  * * * *

  A rush of illicit anticipation at what Colin was about to do under her skirt sent a shiver down her spine. The brush of cool air hit her thighs when he pulled the hem to her waist.

  Before she could protest, not that she wanted to, his hand slid between her legs niggling beneath her panties. His fingers found and probed her most intimate folds. The entire lower half of her body was on fire from his touch.

  Warning bells rang out in one part of her brain, but not the part that was currently in control. She wanted his touch. She wanted him to stroke her. She wanted to have sex. With him.

  Laurie twisted her mouth over his eager lips and wriggled her tongue through to duel with his. He didn’t stop her.

  A needy noise erupted from her throat when his fingers grazed her clit. Her hips twitched with longing trying to aid his fingers. He inserted two of them inside her and she almost released from the unexpected invasion.

  He stroked his fingers in and out of her body finding and rubbing her clitoris once more. She whimpered. His tongue stroked inside her mouth set to the same rhythm as his fingers stroked her clit. She was fast coming to an unexpected peak.

  Laurie was awash with sensation. From the vigorous assault on her mouth to her tingling nipples to the spine melting feeling of a man’s fingers stroking her with intimate knowledge as if he had read her mind. The orgasm took her by surprise, bursting across her lower body in an explosion she couldn’t contain. Her breathing went out of control.

  The sensitive nub of her clit was afire. His hand slid away from the ache of release only to delve deeply inside her body as her core clenched repeatedly around his fingertips.

  He broke the kiss. “Let’s pick up where we left off in Columbia. Is that good for you?” The urgency of his tone over ruled her sluggish response to his question.

  “Columbia? What—” she managed. He cut off her stunned question with his delectable mouth pressing to hers tenderly for yet another kiss. As before, he licked her bottom lip and her mouth parted eagerly to accept his warm wonderfully sinful invasion.

  The arm not buried between her legs slid around her waist pulling her tighter into his body. The ridge of his arousal pressed against her. The mere thought of sex with him made a gush of moisture coat her core and consequently his fingers. He pulled his face away breaking the luscious connection.

  “I missed you, Rachel,” he whispered. “I didn’t think I’d ever find you again.”

  The mention of another woman’s name rippled across her awareness like the icy douse of an unstoppable avalanche.

  Rachel?

  “What did you call me?” Laurie pushed his arms away. His hand slipped away from between her legs. He backed up half a step and the warmth of embarrassment replaced his body heat. His expression wreathed in obvious confusion at her abrupt push.

  “Sorry?” His eyes narrowed and zeroed in on her Montgomery Public Library name tag still pinned to her blouse. “What do you want me to call you? You told me your name was Rachel.” He eased into her personal space again and looked at her chest focusing on her name tag.

  Lifting his head, he glanced around the motel room as if searching for an audience and whispered, “I’d be happy to call you Laurie if that’s your current cover.”

  Laurie nervously took a quick look all around the small room wondering what he was looking for. “I never told you my name was Rachel. I never told you my name at all.”

  “Perhaps you were distracted when you told me.” The grin shaping his mouth was infectious. Perhaps she had been a little distracted, but she knew her own name. And it wasn’t Rachel.

  “I ran into you. I tripped over you. You saved me from taking a header down the stairs. You kissed me and then allowed me to escape from the police station.”

  “I know, but…” He scrunched his eyebrows in puzzlement and whispered, “Aren’t you allowed to discuss Columbia?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never been out of the state of Alabama.”

  His laugh startled her. “Whatever you say, darlin’.” He leaned down and brushed her ear with his seductive warm lips. “No one’s in here. It’s just you and me.”

  She looked around nervously. “I should hope so.”

  Colin relaxed against her and asked, “What’s really troubling you?”

  She sighed. “Lots of things, but mostly I’m not in the habit of meeting strange men in motels.”

  Colin’s gaze pierced her. Gripping her shoulders, he pulled away and grinned down at her. “I’m glad. Me either.”

  Unnerved by the idea he thought she was someone else, she wanted to change the subject. Part of the reason she was here was to assure herself she wasn’t in trouble for what she’d reported to Detective Hubbard in Millbrook. If she were honest with herself she’d admit that the primary reason she was here had nothing to do with being in trouble. She yearned for intimate companionship. Sex. With Colin. He was the first man in forever to have such a profound impact on her rioting libido.

  First, find out if he’s going to arrest you, said a stern voice in her mind. The voice of reason, Laurie supposed.

  “Perhaps you should tell me what I’m required to do to garner your continued silence of my whereabouts.”

  “Your whereabouts?” He squinted. “What continued silence?”

  “You helped me escape from the police station after I revealed something embarrassing to a homicide detective. Now you’re here to make me pay up for that unwise confession. Aren’t you?”

  His expression registered complete confusion. “I’m not here for reimbursement. Well, not exactly.” His lips hinted at a smile.

  “Then what are you here for?”

  Colin took a step back. “I thought you and I had a connection. One I wanted to pursue, but only if you’re interested, darlin’.” He took another step away from her and suddenly they weren’t touching anymore. His warmth abandoned her as well. “There is no threat involved. What kind of guy do you think I am?” He backed away further and collapsed to sit on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He lifted his head and glanced up and sent her a sharp unhappy appraisal.

  “I don’t have any idea what kind of man you are. We’re strangers.” Laurie shrugged wondering why he was angry.

  His gaze focused in on her body. He stared at her skirt and huffed once. “Not complete strangers.”

  Her core clenched in memory of his clever fingers recently satisfying the lower half of her body. What was she doing here if not for carnal pleasures? She’d come here expressly for intimate contact. And most imp
ortantly, sex. She wasn’t leaving without experiencing at least one physical act regardless of what he mistakenly thought her name was. He was very attractive but it wasn’t like he was here to sweep her off her feet and take her away to his castle in the sky. Laurie didn’t believe in happily ever after. Never had.

  She softened and prepared to make nice. “I don’t want to fight with you.” I want you to make love to me.

  The mere thought of imminent sex took her breath away. Her chest tightened in panic that he might turn her down. Send her away.

  “That makes two of us.” He rested his elbows on his knees and let his hands dangle. “You understand I’m not going to force you to do anything, right?”

  She nodded and tried to get her lungs to cooperate.

  His smile became sardonic. “Good. The sexual ‘ball’ is officially in your court.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Whatever you’re here for, take it. I won’t stop you, but I’m done making advances.” He folded his hands behind his head, leaned back on the bed watching her and said, “Your turn.”

  Laurie approached him wondering what constituted ‘her turn’. She wasn’t experienced in this kind of endeavor and she sensed he was peeved at her for some reason.

  “What should I do?”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “I don’t know enough to know what I want. The truth is…I’m very shy and inexperienced.”

  He grunted. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned and his gaze shifted to the space below her skirt line where her core still pulsed. “I remember tasting you. You weren’t shy back then.”

  She had no earthly idea what he was talking about unless he referred to the kiss on the stairwell, or perhaps he’d visited her recent dreams. “Well, I’m shy now.”

  Colin’s clever hands shifted from behind his head. He raised his torso up on bent elbows leaving his legs spread open. She noticed the wide ridge of his cock straining his jeans. His gaze never left her face. “Come here,” his husky voice demanded.