Pam shivered at the heated promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The doorbell rang again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Drake groaned.
“It’s already paid for.” Pam waved him on with a small giggle. “Just sign for it and have him bring it in here. I’ll fix myself.”
“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He gave her one more kiss and left her wanting more. Pam jumped off the counter, surprised her legs didn’t wobble. She kicked off her ruined panties and pulled down her dress. Putting her hands to her cheeks, she still felt flushed and light-headed. She couldn’t believe she had fucked him in the kitchen. Shaking her head, she put a hand to her middle. Man, he was potent.
“You!” she heard Drake snarl and then the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Hurrying out of the kitchen, she saw Drake wrestling with a large bald man. Vadim! She lunged for her purse and called 9-1-1.
“Hello, this is Pam Krupin. I’m at 213 Whixon Street. Apartment 22. Vadim Fomin is fighting with Detective Drake Logan. Please send help.”
“Bitch,” Vadim said. Both men had their weapons out, but each one held the other’s weapon hand in an odd dance.
“Get out of here,” Drake grunted, the effort from keeping Vadim at bay showing. There was just enough room for her to squeeze outside.
But before she could, the elevator door opened, and the deliveryman stepped out, looking very confused. Vadim, snarling Russian curses, bodily threw Drake into the man. As Drake landed on the deliveryman, Vadim took off through the fire door and down the stairs.
Drake sprang up and went after him.
Shots rang out in the stairwell, causing Pam to scream, but she could still see Drake in the doorway on the landing.
“Damn it,” he said, frustrated. “Get back inside.”
“Why did you open the door for him?” Pam shrieked. She bent to help the deliveryman up. “Are you all right? The police are on their way.”
“I didn’t look through the peephole,” Drake admitted sheepishly.
Pam gave him an exasperated look and collected her groceries off the hallway floor. By the time the officers arrived on the scene and Drake gave them a report and instructions for an extra car to patrol the area overnight, Pam had put the groceries away, boiled the noodles for the lasagna, and was starting to put it together. She was still shaking, though.
Drake came up behind her in the kitchen and rested his head atop hers. His muscled arms held her gently, and it was good to be held.
“I guess it’s not completely over, then,” she said, chopping the pepperoni. She put the knife down with a thunk. “I had such plans for tonight. I wanted it to be perfect.”
“Hey.” Drake turned her around and tipped her chin up. “I’m not in a rush. Do you think I’m going anywhere? There’s about three other rooms I haven’t had you in yet.”
Pam gave a half laugh and hugged him tighter. “What do you think Vadim wanted?”
“I don’t know,” Drake said. “But there’s a warrant out for his arrest now. Assaulting a police officer. And this time, I’m going to keep him in a cage until we find out.”
“I hope he doesn’t have a good lawyer.”
Drake kissed her on the nose. “You keep being a ray of sunshine. I’m going to see if I can put together those bookshelves.”
Pam took another quick shower and changed into another dress. She left off the underwear this time. Unfortunately, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and Drake smashed his thumb with the hammer when he looked up. In the end, the bookshelf was lopsided and the lasagna was a little chewy, but the wine and company more than made up for it.
“Thanks for dinner,” Drake said.
“It was the least I could do. You saved my life and built stuff,” Pam said. “Not to mention fucked me senseless.”
He helped her carry the dishes, and put them in the dishwasher while she put the leftovers away. “I aim to please.”
“You did.”
“Hey,” he said, holding both her hands. “I want to stay here tonight. Just to make sure Vadim doesn’t come back.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“No.”
He rubbed his thumbs across her knuckles, and electricity arced between them. Like a magnet, she felt pulled to get closer to him. She stopped, fully pressed against him. She liked how his breath quickened at the touch of her body against his. They stood like that, staring into each other’s eyes. His were mesmerizing, and she couldn’t look away when he bent his head and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Her eyelids fluttered shut when he deepened the kiss, opening his mouth with hers and gliding his tongue inside.
They kissed, and time stopped. The world must have gone on around them, but to Pam, it had narrowed down to the two of them, and nothing else mattered. Her fingers clenched in his at their sides.
“I want this,” she told him. “But you have to know, this isn’t a one-night thing for me. I don’t want this to be casual. It doesn’t feel casual.”
“I want more,” he answered, freeing his fingers to cup her face. “I want you.”
She pulled his hands so he followed her into the bedroom. There, she was suddenly shy.
“The cleaners did a good job putting things back to normal.”
“Shhh,” he said. “Nothing but good memories in here.”
“It’s ridiculous to be embarrassed, right?” Pam said.
“I’ll go first.” Drake kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his shirt over his head, and she was distracted by the fine hair on his chest. She tickled through the soft, silky curls as he got rid of his pants. Trailing her fingers down, Pam grabbed his hardening cock.
“Not yet,” he said, gently moving her hand away. “Your turn. But first I want to do something I’ve been thinking about all through dinner.”
He rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Drake,” she gasped.
“Loved seeing them poke out at me through your dress. I just wanted to tug and pinch them.” He did, and she moaned.
“You are so fucking beautiful, and I can’t stand not seeing you naked.” He whipped the dress over her head.
Before she could think about moving, he threw her on the bed and his tongue was circling her nipple. She pumped his cock while he sucked and kissed her breasts. It was almost enough to send her over the edge.
“I want to be on top,” she said.
“Oh, Pam,” he groaned, rolling over, fumbling to put on a condom.
She straddled him and guided him inside. She winced as he stretched her tender flesh, but when his thumb touched her clit, she opened wider. He filled her, and she bounced on him to get more, using his chest for leverage.
“You are so fucking hot. Fuck me just like that.”
Each movement she made drove his thumb against her clit, and she wanted, no, needed to feel his touch there. When she leaned forward, her breasts brushed against the stubble of his beard. The rasp against her sensitive nipples just layered the desire. Drake caught one and teased it with his teeth and tongue.
Frantic at the erotic thrills his body was giving her, she stretched down to dart her tongue around his earlobe. He arched his hips as she was about to slip off his cock. One hand steadied her atop him. The other was trapped between them, fingering her clit.
“Drake,” she whimpered in his ear.
“Sit up.” He pushed her up and cupped her breasts. It was decadent to ride him. Her hair flew in her face, but she didn’t care. Drake worked her clit until she screamed. Satisfaction stole her breath, and thought fled as his deep thrusts carried her away on sensations too powerful to voice. His rhythm had her clenching around him with desperate cries. You, she thought, and only you.
He flipped her on her back and pushed her legs up. She was bent nearly in half as Drake drove himself into her. She was gasping his name as emotion choked her. Each stroke of him teased her to madness until she dug her fingers into his arms and held on as another orgas
m quaked through her. His beautiful eyes were passion-glazed, and he murmured sweet love words to her in Russian.
“There, baby. Oh, honey.” His voice was reverent, and when he came his whole body shook and mini tremors racked them both.
“Wow,” Pam said and idly played with his long curls as they lay facing each other. His hands slid up and down the curve of her hip. “You lost the ability to speak English.”
He chuffed a laugh and went back to nuzzling her. “You take my breath away. Come here, my beautiful woman, and I will make you babble to me in Russian.”
And he did—two more times that night.
Chapter Thirteen
Drake slept like the dead and was still out like a light the next morning when Pam’s alarm went off. She kissed him, trailing her fingers down his hard chest and over the curves of his arms. He was all hers. She resisted the urge to fling herself over him and beg him to make love to her again. For one, they were out of condoms, and for two, she had Oksana coming in today for a Reiki appointment.
That fact hit her like a cold shower, and she went to take a warmer one.
The smell of coffee made her smile when she got up. Drake was out of bed and apparently making breakfast with nothing but an apron on.
“That’s a good look for you,” she said, admiring his muscled backside.
“I like yours too. I don’t suppose you’d consider letting me borrow that towel?”
Pam opened it up and did a little wiggle, then closed it again when he came after her with the spatula.
“You’ll burn the eggs,” she squealed as he moved in to kiss her good morning with enthusiasm.
“Good morning,” she said, watching as he turned off the eggs. “We don’t have any protection,” she reminded him as he pulled the apron off and strode toward her with his appreciation of her towel flash very evident.
“We won’t need any.” He picked her up and laid her across the table. Being on time was overrated anyway, she thought as he kissed her belly and began to move lower. “I wanted to fuck you in the shower.”
“Why didn’t you?” Pam gasped as he forced her thighs wide.
“I wanted to make you breakfast.” Drake grinned at her and bent his head between her legs.
Pam writhed on the table, looking at the kitchen ceiling. This couldn’t be happening to her. Things like this happened to other people. She felt wanton and desired. Drakes’s tongue circled her clit, and Pam cried out.
“Are you a little sore?” he purred, and then used the flat of his tongue to lick her from top and bottom.
She went white-knuckled on the table as he took his time enjoying her. She was going to have whisker burn on her thighs, but she just didn’t care. Arching into his mouth, Pam gripped his head to her and fucked his face. His moans vibrated through her. Her thighs clamped down on his cheeks, and she screamed when his tongue entered her. Drake held her down with a strong arm across her midsection and savored her until she came with sobbing breaths.
“Take the day off,” he ordered, turning her over and sliding her back down the table so now she was bent over it. He nudged her legs wide open.
“I can’t. And we don’t have any condoms.” Even though he had just spread her across her kitchen table, being bent over made her feel more exposed and vulnerable. Still, her womb clenched in anticipation of his cock.
“Who says I was going to fuck that pretty pussy?” Drake spread her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Drake,” she shrieked.
He leaned down and circled her pucker with his tongue.
“Oh,” she sighed. Not how she thought this morning would go. “I never. That is. I haven’t.”
“Soon, then.” He licked her some more until she was hot and bothered again. “I can’t resist you.”
Drake thrust two fingers inside her and wiggled around. “Where’s that G-spot?” he teased, curving his fingers. He nailed it, and shudders trailed down her spine.
“Guh,” Pam moaned, unable to even form words. Her breasts flat against the table, she could only lie there in bliss as her pussy spasmed. Drake held her down on the table while he finger fucked her.
She grunted as his palm hit her ass with each thrust.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Pam whimpered and nodded.
“I’m going to buy stock in a condom factory.”
She giggled.
He pulled out his fingers, and she protested.
“I want you hot and bothered all day today.” He slid around to find her clit and tickled it.
“Please.” She wiggled against him.
“Tonight, I want you to go down on me.”
“I’ll do it right now.” Pam rose, but Drake gently stopped her.
“You’ll be late for work.”
“I’m already going to be late. Fuck it.”
Drake laughed. “No way do I want to rush that gorgeous mouth of yours on my cock.”
Pam moaned as his fingers were working magic. “Don’t stop.”
He teased her some more. The fire was building up inside her, and she was going to come again. Then that delicious stroking was gone.
“You should get dressed.” Drake smacked her on the ass and sucked his fingers.
DRAKE FOLLOWED HER into the bedroom and, with a lingering kiss on her breasts, went into the bathroom. He jerked himself off in the shower, imagining Pam on her knees in front of him. That would be tonight. He chuckled as he came, feeling the stress of the past week slough off, along with most of his troubles.
Pam was brushing her teeth when he got out of the shower, and all he wanted to do was strip the prissy suit off her and have his way with her again.
“No, you don’t,” she told him after rinsing her mouth. “Dry off before you come near me.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to make you all wet...again,” he said.
“Stop at the drugstore tonight,” she said.
“Don’t leave without me. I want to drive you to work as long as Vadim is out there.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.
“That wasn’t a request,” he said, toweling himself off.
“Then hurry up. I’m going to be late.”
“You weren’t complaining an hour ago,” he said.
“I didn’t even know my own name an hour ago,” she said, kissing him again.
His cell phone rang. “I’d better get that.”
“And put on your pants while you’re at it. I’ll make us some coffee to go.”
“I could get used to this,” Drake said and then answered his phone. “Yeah?”
“Got a break on your godfather’s case,” Johansson said.
“Go ahead.” Drake methodically got dressed as his body tensed.
“Looks like a new jailbird is in town with vor ties. His name is Dmitry Krupin. Get this. His sister is that hot doctor that Nikolai was seeing.”
“Yeah?” Drake said, buttoning his shirt. “What’s the break?”
“I got two eyewitnesses that put the jailbird on the scene around the time of Nikolai’s death. We got people looking for him, but I wanted to give you the heads-up. We’re making progress.”
“Thanks,” Drake said and cut off the conversation. Rubbing his face, he tried to reconcile his feelings. Pam’s brother might have killed his godfather.
By the time he got on his jacket and tie, Pam was at the door, handing him a Styrofoam to-go cup. “It’s now or never,” she told him.
“I’m coming,” he said.
“Are you feeling all right? You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”
He shook his head. “Have you seen your brother lately?”
Pam’s eyes slid away, and alarm bells started going off in his head. “Yeah,” she said as they walked out the door.
“Where?”
“At the hospital the other night.”
“I told you not to go back there.”
“Well, you were right. He made short work of
the locks.” Pam went to get into her IKEA rental, but he took her by the arm and led her to his car. “I need to return that today,” she said.
“Give me the keys and I’ll handle it.”
Pam handed them to him. “Thanks.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“Darren? No, he was looking for something he thought Nikolai might have given me.”
“Did he say what?”
She got into his car when he held the passenger-side door open for her. Any other time, she’d be glad to be chauffeured around, especially since hers was still in the shop. But this meant she was going to be interrogated all the way to work.
“He didn’t know himself,” Pam said as he started the car.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Drake pulled out of the parking lot a little faster than she would have liked.
“I didn’t think it was important.”
“Breaking and entering is important.”
“He didn’t take anything,” Pam said. “He just wanted to talk to me.”
It wasn’t as if Drake didn’t have a point. She just didn’t like being pulled in two directions. On one arm was the brother she hadn’t seen in ten years, and on the other was her new lover, the man who wanted to put him back in prison. The fact that Darren was a criminal and Drake had every reason to arrest him just made her more confused and guilty.
“I don’t want you talking to him again. Not without me there,” Drake said, driving down the highway at a more reasonable speed.
“Why?”
“He’s a dangerous man.”
“He’s my brother,” she said.
“Don’t trust him. I think he’s got something to do with Nikolai’s death.”
“That’s crazy.”
“I don’t know,” Drake said. “He’s wanted for selling drugs. You should have called the cops.”
“I wanted to talk to my brother,” she said.
“There’s a warrant out for his arrest.”
“How the heck would I know that?”
“I told you.”
“When?”
“At Nikolai’s funeral,” he said.
Pam frowned. “Did you? We talked about it, but I don’t remember you specifically saying.”
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