Simply Sinful

by Carly Phillips

  Was that what he was doing? Kane wondered. Priming her for the day when the right guy came along? That was a thought worth blocking out and he knew just how to accomplish his goal.

  Leaning over, he brushed a kiss over her lips. He wanted to tune out his thoughts and black out the future. He wanted a harsh, demanding kiss that wouldn’t let him think or feel. Unfortunately for him, Kayla wasn’t cooperating.

  She was kissing him, but setting her own pace and speed. The control issue had returned and it was all hers. Light kisses on his mouth and delicate whispers of her tongue over his lips let her tease, play and arouse. But worse, gave him time to think. About how much he wanted her, desired her and how great his need for this woman always seemed to be.

  Her hands splayed against his chest. The warmth of her fingertips penetrated his skin. Heat of a different kind pounded inside him, insistent, demanding release.

  “Kane.” Her lips moved against his.

  He traced the line of her jaw with his tongue, ending by tugging on her delicate earlobe with his teeth. She moaned aloud and her fingertips curled into his chest.

  “Kane, no.”

  “No?”

  “No.” Kayla lay back against her pillow, out of breath and obviously out of her mind. What other explanation could there be for stopping him, when she wanted him inside her more than she wanted her next breath? But she could handle not making love with Kane again—barely. What she couldn’t handle was the regret he would feel after they made love because he’d given in to emotion and lost his focus once more.

  He exhaled a groan and rolled over to lie beside her. His muscular leg straddled hers, and through the cotton briefs, his rock-hard arousal pressed hot and heavy against her thigh.

  Her stomach muscles clenched with desire while the dampness between her legs begged her to reconsider. She couldn’t. She had too much respect for him to change her mind.

  “You said you wanted to keep your distance.” She used his own words as a deliberate barrier between them. She hadn’t meant to play the role of a tease, rather she was gambling for her future.

  “Guess I changed my mind.”

  “Your hormones did. Your mind, your heart…” She tapped lightly against his chest. “Those things haven’t changed.”

  “Can’t argue with reason.”

  “Guess not,” she whispered. Though she’d wanted him to do just that. Still Kayla had known it wouldn’t be easy.

  He stretched an arm around her and she curled into him. “It’s okay, Kane.”

  “What is?”

  “I stopped before you did something you would regret, but you have to know…it’s not something I would regret.”

  “Are you saying you changed your mind?” His hands tangled in her hair. It was a habit of his, she realized, one she enjoyed. The erotic tugging against her scalp turned her on.

  No doubt that’s what he intended. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. I’m still respecting your original decision. But I want you to know something else.” She paused, in the space of a heartbeat. “I don’t expect anything from you. When this is over, you can walk away without looking back. I won’t stop you.”

  The ring of the telephone shattered the ensuing silence and spared him having to answer. She glanced from the digital clock to the phone. “No one I know would call at this hour.” The persistent ringing continued.

  He clenched his jaw. “Answer it.”

  She picked up the phone. “Hello?”

  “I’m through playing games, lady.”

  Her hand went to the bruises on her neck. “Is that what you were doing?”

  Silence greeted her on the other end. She looked at Kane. “Keep him talking,” he mouthed and edged closer.

  “I…I have something you want,” she said into the phone.

  “You ready to start up again?”

  The question startled her. She hadn’t expected him to make that kind of suggestion. She avoided answering. “I’m ready to turn over whatever I have to…Who did you say you work for again?”

  The gravelly laugh on the other end sent chills racing through her. “Lady, I’m no dummy. This isn’t about work. My mother’s sick. She wants the crosswords your aunt used to do. The ones she bragged about. I’m sure they’ll keep a sick old lady busy.”

  “I have them.”

  “Tomorrow, noon. Ditch the boyfriend and be at The Silver Café.” A click sounded on the other end.

  “Not enough time,” Kane muttered.

  “I tried.”

  “I know.” He eased the phone out of her hand. Her fingers ached and she realized she’d been gripping the receiver way too hard. Just like the fear that gripped her heart. But she could handle this. She had to handle this.

  “What else did he say?” Kane caught her shoulders with both hands.

  His touch steadied her. She forced even breaths into her lungs and replayed the conversation in her mind. “He knows about the crosswords, that my aunt was responsible for those. And he wants to meet tomorrow, at…at…” Realization dawned. “He’s been following me.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “He wants to meet at the restaurant you took me to. That’s not a coincidence. I’ve never been there before you. I didn’t even know the place existed. He said to ditch you and show up alone. How does he know about you? How long has this guy been watching me?” Her voice rose along with her hysteria.

  “Kayla.” Kane shook her gently. “Hey. He’s just trying to rattle you.”

  “Well, he’s done a good job.”

  “Then back out. No one would blame you and I sure as hell would welcome it.”

  “You know I can’t.” She met his gaze.

  “Then don’t let him win. Don’t let him make you think you aren’t safe.” He drew her into his arms. His warmth enveloped her, his strength supported her. “Because you are.”

  KANE DIDN’T KNOW HOW LONG he held her. Only that at some point, they lay down on the bed until her breathing steadied and relaxed. The first time he tried to untangle their legs, she resisted. He must have dozed off because the sun now shone through the window where moonlight had been.

  He called Reid from the kitchen phone. His boss answered his home line on the first ring. “Meeting’s on,” Kane told him. “Noon today.” Kane didn’t like it, but he had no choice.

  He’d given up all leverage where Kayla was concerned. She’d cut him loose and he hadn’t argued. Even if the phone call hadn’t interrupted them last night, he wouldn’t have fought the point. She’d given him his freedom, something he’d had anyway, but for some reason, she thought he needed her permission to walk away.

  She’d been clear on that point. She didn’t want anything from him. Though it was exactly what he needed to rid himself of any unwanted guilt, the thought rankled. Why the hell didn’t she want more? And why the hell did he care?

  “Hey, McDermott. You wake me up to breathe into the phone or you want to discuss backup?”

  Focus. A little after noon today, he’d have that ability back in spades. “Yeah, boss.” Kane gave details about Kayla’s phone conversation. “The meeting is at the same place the department sprung for dinner the other night. It’s crowded at lunchtime, so I’d just have some well-dressed undercover cops drop in for a meal and make sure I’m in the booth behind them.”

  “No deal. If he followed her the night you two did the town, he’ll spot you in a second.”

  The captain was right, but damned if he could just send Kayla off on her own. “Either I’m there, or the meeting’s off.”

  Reid should have come down hard on him for asserting authority. He didn’t. His harsh laugh echoed across the phone lines. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were after my job, McDermott.”

  “I’d rather rot than sit behind a desk,” Kane muttered.

  Reid laughed again. “Okay, just keep out of sight. Make sure she hands over the books and opts out of the partnership. He takes them, we move in. That’s it.” />
  “I’ll coach her. She won’t even breathe at the wrong time.”

  “Yeah, I trust you to be on top of things. Are you ready to end this?” Reid asked.

  Kane knew the older man meant more than the case. He’d switched into paternal mode. Reid didn’t do it often, but Kane appreciated the attempt. Too bad he didn’t have an answer that would satisfy either one of them right now.

  KAYLA FISHED THROUGH HER closet for the third time. Silk blouses, linen slacks and sensible pumps. Had she really expected the contents to change just because she had? Even during the days she’d worked nine-to-five as an accountant, wearing corporate suits and stuffy blouses, she hadn’t altered her wardrobe on weekends or days off. She was lucky she owned even one pair of jeans, considering she’d had no desire to wear them.

  Until now.

  Until Kane.

  There was no way she wanted to walk out of this house looking like the woman he’d met three days earlier. Not when she felt so different inside. Raiding Catherine’s closet was the only solution. A few trips to her sister’s room and she’d made her decision. She pulled a pair of black cowboy boots over her jeans, then eased another of Cat’s V-necked tops, this one a buttercup cotton, over her head.

  Glancing in the mirror, she ran some styling gel through her hair, when she caught site of Kane standing guard in the doorway.

  “Ready for action. How do I look?” She turned toward him.

  His scowl spoke for him. “This isn’t a date. What the hell do you think you’re doing, dressing like that?”

  She recognized his roar. She’d gotten to him on some level that made him uncomfortable. Mission accomplished, she thought and smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. So you like it?” She smoothed the oversize top down over her hips.

  “Damn right I like it. You look great.” His smoky gaze lit on hers.

  Her grin widened. “Thank you, Kane,” she said with a deliberate lilt to her voice.

  The tension eased and he smiled back. “So the files were right. You are a quick learner.”

  “I’m the best.”

  “I know that,” he muttered. “Now take it off.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You don’t want to arouse the guy, you want him in and out as fast as possible. You want to convince him you want out of the business, not that you’re looking to be hooked up with his next client.”

  “Jeans and a cotton top, Kane. It’s standard dress for most women.”

  “You’re not most women,” he muttered. “Now do this one thing for me. You don’t want that kind of reaction from the guy.”

  “I didn’t think.” Not about anyone’s reaction to her outfit but Kane’s and she’d already gotten that.

  “That’s the point. You’re taking this whole meeting too damn lightly.”

  “If you’re talking about the clothes, I’ll change.”

  Kayla wasn’t one to argue with reason, no matter how bossy the command sounded. Besides, this was her golden opportunity. Her one chance to have Kane see he could be emotionally involved without harmful or, worse, fatal repercussions. Everything rode on this meeting turning out as planned. She would follow his advice, but she would also show him that she could stand on her own.

  “But if you’re talking about attitude, you ought to take a lesson. Will obsessing over it change the outcome? You prepped me and I’m ready. I’ll be wearing a wire and I know you’ll be as close as possible. I’ll be surrounded by protection.”

  “And you don’t move from your seat. Either he wants the books or he doesn’t. You got that?”

  “Considering you told me at least ten times, how could I forget? Relax, Kane. Take a lesson from me.” After her initial panic last night, she’d realized nothing would alter fate…whatever it held. Somehow, the knowledge eased her fear and helped her remain calm. “I can’t control the future,” she told him. “But I can enjoy now.”

  He threaded his fingers through hers. The comfort she found in his touch amazed her, as did the strength of her feelings. She’d only known him a short time, but it was enough.

  “Is that what you’re doing?” he asked. “Enjoying now?”

  “What else?”

  “Changing before my eyes.” He tugged on her hand and she drew closer. Their bodies aligned until she felt his weight and heat pressed intimately against her. His arms wrapped around her waist, moving her into the V of his legs. His erection hardened and grew against her stomach. A harsh groan escaped his lips, telling her he was unbearably aroused.

  At that moment she knew she could have one last time with him. One last time. His hips jerked forward and she swallowed a moan. She licked her dry lips. “You tempt me, Kane.”

  “Only fair since you drive me out of my mind.” His lips lowered, capturing hers. This kiss wasn’t urgent and out of control, it wasn’t slow and determined with seduction as the result. His tongue delved and played inside her mouth, devouring, arousing…remembering for the future.

  Kayla had no doubt. In Kane’s mind, this was goodbye.

  SHE ORDERED A DRINK from the waiter, as planned. Kane breathed a sigh of relief. He’d heard her loud and clear through the wire she wore. Now he settled in to wait.

  Five after twelve and the lunch crowd had all taken their seats, fellow cops with big appetites and good instincts. He’d still rather be inside himself rather than eavesdropping from the manager’s office just outside the dining-room entrance.

  “It’s time.” A male voice interrupted Kane’s train of thought.

  “Actually past time. I’ve been waiting since twelve, like you said.” The edge in Kayla’s voice was unmistakable. Relax, sweetheart.

  “Change of plans. I can’t stay long.”

  “Too bad,” Kayla said. “I…I just ordered a drink and I was hoping you’d join me.”

  Perfect, Kane thought. Keep him talking and keep him in the restaurant. Kane leaned forward in his seat.

  “Not that you don’t tempt me, honey. You do. Hell, with a body like yours you’d tempt a monk, but I’m in a rush, so…maybe some other time.”

  “That might be possible if I wanted to continue the business—which I don’t.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Like I told you on the phone, my mother’s sick and I want some of your aunt’s crossword books to keep her busy.”

  Damn. The guy suspected a trap. Kane hoped like hell Kayla stuck to the plan. “Give him what he wants,” he muttered.

  “You know, my aunt was really into these books. I’d hate to just give them to someone who didn’t appreciate them the way she did. I’m sure you understand.” Kane could practically see her batting those big green eyes for effect…at the same guy who’d wrapped his arm around her neck without a second thought.

  He exhaled a groan. Though she was doing a great job of attempting to exonerate her aunt, and things seemed to be going smoothly, this whole mess couldn’t be over soon enough to suit him.

  “Your aunt liked to play games,” the man muttered. “And apparently it runs in the family. My mother’s not too sick to play them herself.”

  “Well, good. Just tell me how involved my aunt was in those games and you can take the books back to your sick mother…with my best wishes for a speedy recovery.”

  “Not here. I’ve got a car waiting outside. You walk me to it and I’ll tell you all about how much my mother and your aunt had in common.”

  Remember the plan, Kane thought. Hand him the books and sit tight. Given no choice, a smart middleman would take them and run. Kane had already promised Kayla they’d lean hard on this guy and anyone else he ratted out to discover the extent of her aunt’s involvement. She didn’t have to jeopardize her life for her aunt’s reputation.

  “I’m sure you can make the time for one drink.” Her voice was practically a purr by now. Only Kane recognized the hint of desperation and fear within.

  “Not a chance. Let’s go.”

  “Hand him the books,” Kane muttered thr
ough clenched teeth. Instead he heard the slide of a chair against the floor.

  “Just let me grab my bag,” she murmured.

  Kane slammed his hand hard against the wall, ignoring the immediate swelling caused by the impact against concrete. Sweat began a steady trickle down his back.

  He wanted to run into the hall and tackle her to the ground to stop her. But then he’d blow the case for sure. There were strategically placed cops outside, she’d be fine. She’d be fine.

  The guys had wanted to shoot hoops after school. Kane couldn’t because he had to get home to his mother. “One game, McDermott. Ten minutes. No big deal.” He’d never said yes before, but the guys were insistent. Ten minutes turned to thirty, then an hour passed. Kane hit the streets at a dead run. She’d be fine, he’d told himself. She’d be fine.

  “There’s the car. Now I’ll take the books.” The man’s voice snapped Kane out from the grip of old memories.

  “Fine. But I’m done. I have nothing to do with this end of the business. I want to be left alone.”

  That’s a girl. Too late for Kane’s piece of mind, she was out there with less coverage than before. But at least she was sticking to the rest of the rules he’d laid out while he was wiring her earlier.

  Now if the guy would just attempt a clean break, and if Kane’s people could move in, they’d be all set. If, if, if…Dammit why couldn’t she have stayed inside?

  “That’s a dangerous proposition. Just ask your aunt…” The man’s laughter mixed with the hacking cough of a long-time smoker. “That’s right, you can’t and you want to know why? She never wanted to be involved and look what happened to her.”

  “It wasn’t an accident.” The horror in Kayla’s voice caused Kane’s heart to twist into a tight knot.

  He shook his head, feeling her pain like his own. You were right all along about your aunt’s innocence, sweetheart. And Kane should have trusted her gut instinct as much as he trusted his own. Because he l…

  A car horn blared in the distance and her attacker’s voice sounded next. “I didn’t say that, but if thinking it keeps you in line, I’m all for it. Now hand over the books.”