He wanted to turn her over and worship her body, lavish long hours of attention on every bit of flesh. But he did nothing more than hold her hips as she rose above him. Then he was sliding inside her, the tightness enough to make Noah’s vision fade to a brief moment of black.
When his brain began processing images again, they were images of Elise. Elise rising above him, her lips parted, eyes closed. He should’ve been spent by this point. He’d come once this morning and twice last night, but there was something in her skin that soaked into him like a drug. Every time he touched her he was starving. Now her breasts rose on every frantic breath she drew. She arched to pull him deeper. He rocked his hips and watched her gasp.
That little high-pitched break invaded her every breath, and primal satisfaction filled each hollow space inside him. He owned this secret of hers now. This tiny clue to the puzzle of her body.
She put her hand to his chest, her muscles trembling as her body curved forward. “Oh, Noah.”
“Yes,” he ground out past his clenched teeth.
And then she was crying out, a ragged, desperate sound, and Noah gave up with a groan.
He was still shuddering when she collapsed onto his chest, her hair sweeping the scent of her across his cheek. Their skin slipped with sweat. Their chests rose and fell in warring rhythm.
Noah was finally spent. He was sure of it. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t even draw a deep enough breath.
Heaven.
He was just starting to doze off when his brain shifted. Something clicked into place. An idea fell free.
Noah’s eyes popped open. “Maybe the money never left,” he said.
“Mmm,” Elise murmured, her body still dead weight on top of him.
He slid her off as gently as he could, but she protested with an outraged cry when she landed on her face. “Sorry,” he said as he reached for his computer.
“Are you going right back to work?”
“I just thought of something.”
“You’re thinking right now? What are you, Superman?”
“Man of steel,” he said as he paged through his notes. Maybe the money never left. Maybe. His eyes slid over the numbers, looking for an answer. “Hit the showers, sidekick,” he said to a limp Elise. She didn’t move so he gave her a friendly smack, thoroughly enjoying the way her body shot half a foot off the bed in response.
“Hey!”
“Get in the shower. We’re going to the bank.”
“You’re insane.”
Maybe he was, because the sight of Elise rubbing her pink ass as she walked toward the bathroom made him grin like a madman. Maybe he wasn’t spent after all.
ELISE CROSSED HER FINGERS behind her back as Noah looked up from his computer, triumph gleaming in his eyes.
Please don’t let it be Mrs. Castle. Please don’t let it be Mrs. Castle.
“Well,” he said, letting that one word hang between them.
“What?” She crossed her fingers so hard that the tips went numb.
“I’m sorry to say it was old lady Castle after all.”
“No,” she whispered. She didn’t know why she was so damn invested in this woman. It wasn’t like she was going to be the kindly old grandmother Elise had never had.
Elise set her strangled fingers free and crossed her arms instead. “I can’t believe it. You were right.”
“I’m sorry,” Noah said, leaning forward with a look of patently false worry on his face. “Could you speak up? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
She glared at him, then tossed a look over her shoulder to be sure none of the other team members stood in the doorway. “I said you were right.”
“Wow. That feels… That feels really good.”
“You’re being mean.”
“Aw.” His smug look brightened into a real smile. “Would it make you feel better if I told you she wasn’t stealing the money?”
Her breath left her lungs in a rush. “She wasn’t?” Elise squeaked, ridiculously relieved at his words.
“Come here.”
She edged around his desk, fighting the urge to sit down on his lap and look over the numbers with him.
“You remember my interview with John Castle? He said he’d started taking over some of his mother’s responsibilities back in 1998. She’d started ‘making a few mistakes,’ as he put it.”
“I remember. He was the one who steered the bank toward higher-risk loans.” She rested a hand on Noah’s shoulder, then leaned her hip lightly into his arm. Her body tingled every place it touched his.
“It was so long ago, that I didn’t bother pressing him on what his mother’s mistakes were. I figured he’d cleaned up behind her.”
“He hadn’t?”
“I think he missed some errors. The same ones I missed.”
Elise fought the urge to punch his shoulder. “What?” she demanded.
“During the nineties, Platte Regional Bank offered two options for sweep accounts.”
“Okay.” Business checking accounts were prohibited from earning interest, but a sweep account allowed businesses to sweep their money into an interest-bearing account each night.
Noah tapped the computer screen. “The first account options swept the funds into an international money market. But the second option…” He glanced up at her. “The second option was an internal sweep that moved the funds into one of the banks high-yield interest accounts.”
She still didn’t get it. “And?”
“Every internal sweep account she set up during the first six months of 1998 was paying FDIC insurance to the wrong place.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
“So the money these people were supposedly embezzling…it was actually money set aside for FDIC premiums?”
“Yes.”
Oh, this was too good to be true. “And…it’s all still there?”
He shot her a grudging look that was as adorable as it was irritating. “Yes. She recorded the correct administrative account, but when she set up the electronic transfer, she input the wrong account number. An unused slush fund. It’s all still there. That’s how I found it. When you mentioned that the money might still be in the bank, I pulled up accounts with balances that might work.”
“Ha!”
“But I was still right,” he countered. “The money was definitely missing.”
Elise slapped his shoulder, then stifled a squeal when he wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her toward him. “They weren’t bad guys!”
“Does that make you happy?” he growled.
“Yes.”
“How happy?” His other hand slid up her knee.
“Ho-ly crap,” a voice said from behind them. A voice with a heavy Texas drawl.
“Oh, no,” Elise breathed, too horrified to turn around.
“You and Noah?”
She finally got the sense to pull away from Noah. His grip went loose with shock. “Tex, listen,” she said, holding up both hands in a plea. “It isn’t what you think.”
“Really? ’Cause I’m thinking Noah James is a stone-cold stud.”
Her face flamed and she heard Noah’s muttered “Damn it,” past a haze of static in her ears. But this was her fault. She’d spread the tale of Noah’s tryst with the flight attendants.
“Okay,” she whispered. “You’re right. He is. He’s a total stud, and I don’t want anyone to know I succumbed to that, all right? So just keep it quiet.”
“Hoo boy,” Tex breathed. “This is some crazy shit.”
“Elise,” Noah hissed, but she shook her head.
“Wow. All right,” Tex finally said. “I won’t mention this, but don’t expect me to keep my admiration a secret, man. And Elise…watch yourself around this dog.”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Wow,” he said again, shaking his head as he retreated from the doorway.
Elise rushed to shut the door behind him and turned to find Noah standing with his arms c
rossed.
“I can’t believe it. You threw me under the bus.”
“It’s only temporary! I don’t want to run the risk that we won’t be assigned to the same case. It’s just for a little while, I swear.”
“Oh?” He scowled at her, unmoved. “And then what?”
She cleared her throat. She’d had a lot of time to think while Noah had assembled his team and pored over mind-numbing numbers for hours. “I’ve been thinking I’m not cut out for this job.”
“What are you talking about? You’re damn good at it.”
“I am good at it. I’m great at it. But I don’t love it. And lately I’ve been eyeing Fraud and Counterfeiting.”
He dropped his arms to his sides. “The Secret Service?”
“Yes. There’s a big office in Denver. They’re short-staffed and I’m qualified. If I like the investigative side of it, I can apply to become a full-fledged agent next year.”
“You’re serious?”
“It would be a relief. There are bad guys and good guys. There’s nothing touchy-feely—”
“Hey, you’re pretty good at touchy-feely.”
“No, I’m not. And…my mom was from Kansas. I never knew her family. I don’t even remember her. But I thought… I thought now that my dad is gone, maybe I should get to know her story, her family. I’ve been in touch with my aunt…” She shrugged. “I’ve wanted a change. I love my uncles, but spending every weekend with them… I’m too young to live like that. And now…”
“Now,” he repeated.
“Yeah. Now.” She didn’t know what else to say. Her mind was doing that grasping, anxious dance. What was he thinking? What does he want me to say? She took a deep breath. She had good instincts. Look how this case had turned out.
She decided to take the plunge. “I checked out apartments last year. It wouldn’t take too long to arrange, assuming I can get the job. Maybe a couple of months. If, you know, we’re still…”
Daring a glance in his direction, she found him looking serious. Too serious. Crap. “Or—”
“We will be.”
“I’m shy,” she blurted out. “I never know what to say at parties.”
His eyebrows rose. “What?”
“And I’m not very girly.”
“Oh.” He nodded, and his mouth softened to something even sweeter than a smile. “We’re even, then. I’m a guy and I don’t like sports.”
“Really?”
“When have you ever heard me join in a discussion about March Madness?”
“Good point. Are you saying I could kick your ass at basketball?”
“Almost definitely.”
She thought of knocking into him on the court, their sweaty bodies tangling as they fought over the ball. “Maybe you just need more practice?”
He shrugged as if he didn’t care, and she decided she’d have to convince him. A rough hour on the court with Noah would be right up her foreplay alley. So much better than flowers and dancing. And she had the unshakable feeling that Noah James wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
“But I have been thinking about trying bull riding,” he drawled.
That snapped her from her fantasies. “What?”
“The mechanical kind. Wanna go out tonight and try your hand? We’ve got a closed case to celebrate…and there are rumors going around that you’re an amazing rider, Elise Watson.”
He dodged the fist she threw at his shoulder and snuck his arms around her for a kiss. A mechanical bull on their second date? Yep, he knew her pretty damn well.
CHAPTER NINE
“IS THIS WEIRD?” Elise asked anxiously. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“It’s not so bad,” Noah answered. “I checked the view from your kitchen window and you can only see one corner of my bedroom from there. Not too creepy at all.”
“Oh, no,” she groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. Noah put down the box he was carrying and pulled her into his arms.
“You’re cute when you’re mortified.”
“I didn’t know I’d be able to see into your bedroom! I should’ve taken the place across town.”
“No, I like it. I feel safe knowing a Secret Service agent is watching over me. Literally.”
“Shut up. I’m not a full agent yet.”
“I still like having you watch over me. And that other place didn’t have a basketball court,” he reminded her. He kissed her blushing cheek, then worked his way down to her mouth. Embarrassed or not, Elise let him. In the three months since Omaha, they’d only seen each other four times. She’d been busy jumping through hoops to get the Denver Secret Service position. And despite their caution about keeping the relationship secret, she could’ve sworn that the FDIC had conspired to keep them apart. They hadn’t been thrown together on one job since.
But the hours on the phone every week had been wonderful. And the three stolen weekends. And the flowers he sent even though she told him she didn’t need them. He made her feel like a girl. A girl who worked for the Secret Service and kicked his ass on the basketball court.
“Anyway,” Noah continued as if they hadn’t been making out for a full minute. “Spying on me in my bedroom will be a good transition to living together.”
“It’s too soon,” she groaned, more than familiar with this argument.
“But you did get the shortest lease?”
Elise smiled. And then she laughed. “Three months. Short enough for you?”
“Never.”
“I just want to be sure.”
He kissed her neck, his breath soft against her as he spoke. “You’re not sure?”
The words melted through her skin, warming her body and tying her stomach into a tight knot. She couldn’t lie to him, not anymore. “I am sure,” she whispered, afraid to admit it too loudly. “But I want to give you the chance to be sure.”
“Elise—”
“You might change your mind.”
“You’re so damn stubborn.” His voice was somewhere between a whisper and growl. He placed his hands carefully on either side of her face and stared into her eyes. She wanted to squirm or look away, but he deserved more than that, so she looked into his blue eyes and took a deep breath.
“I love you, Elise. I’ve waited a long time for you, and I’ll wait a little longer if that’s what you need. But you don’t have to keep warning me off. You don’t have to tell me you’re different. I know you are. I knew it two years ago, and I know it now, and damn it, I love you so much it hurts. So take your three months, get settled in at your new job and then put me out of my misery and let’s make it more permanent. Please?”
She took another deep breath, trying to steady her trembling nerves. She’d spent her whole life thinking of herself as awkward and tom-boyish. Could she accept that Noah James truly saw her as sexy and strong?
Clearing her throat, she tried to buy some time. “You’ve still got issues with authority.”
“And you’ve still got issues with control,” he countered. “Working those issues out could be a whole lot of fun.”
When she didn’t respond right away, he narrowed his eyes in challenge. She thought of their last weekend together, and the way he’d worshipped her body with his mouth.
Anticipation rushed through her like a drug. “Okay, Noah James. You’ve got three months to nail me down. You’d better put your heart into it.”
He smiled, the grin slowly widening into arrogance. “Oh, I’ll put more than my heart into it, boss. Way more.”
“I’ll take it all.”
“You bet your ass you will.”
The teasing stopped then, and an hour later, Elise was more than convinced of his sincerity. But she decided to keep that to herself for a few more weeks. A little hard work never hurt anyone, after all, and Noah James had proved himself a dedicated worker…and well worth the wait.
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