Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(24)

“He’s gotten a taste of blood, and he’s going to want more.” Davenport touched the pictures of the victims. First Jennifer. Tom Hatchen. Charlie Skofield. Carter.

Christ. Carter. Smiling. Wearing his fireman’s helmet. Handsome. Young. Alive.

Not anymore.


“Good job, Spade.” She glanced up at Chief Garrison’s gruff voice. His green eyes glinted at her.

“Sir, I didn’t—”

He caught her hand and pulled her to the side as the others filed out. “Glad you called ’em in. If you hadn’t, I would have.”

Her gaze darted to the line of uniforms filing out. “I was tired of seeing bodies.”

“Me, too.” His broad shoulders, football shoulders, rose and fell. “And I don’t like burying my men.”

Her chin came up. “No, sir, that f*cking sucks.”

She caught his stare as it raked her face. Since Carter’s death, even the chief had been going easy on her, and the guy with the nickname of Grizzly wasn’t supposed to go easy on anyone.

“You okay working with those agents?”

She nodded.

He leaned in close. “Get ’im, Spade. Burn the bastard.”

Then he was gone, heading toward the group of firefighters waiting near the exit.

“Lora, you comin’?” Max called out. Pete and Seth were huddled behind him, talking fast. “We’re heading to Mickey’s.”

Probably to blow off steam. “No, I—”

“I need to brief her.” Kenton caught her arm. “Now.”

Max’s brows rose. “Uh, okay.” Surprise flashed over the hard lines and angles of his face.

Then Kenton pushed her in the office to the right. He slammed the door behind them, and she forgot about Max.

“You’ve still got blood on you.”

Ah, yeah, so she wasn’t pristine. “No time to change.” The guy might carry spare suits around with him, but she didn’t. “Not like I could—”

He kissed her. Drove those sexy lips right on hers and plunged his tongue deep.

Well damn.

Her fingers rose and clamped around his shoulders. Because she was tall, they stood almost chest to chest. Almost. Lora rose on her toes, held him tighter, and felt the heat from the hard ridge of his cock press against her.

Wow. No pity there. Need. Lust. Passion.

Pleasure.

Give me what I need. He could. She knew it. Lora sucked his tongue, pressed harder against him, and heard the growl in his throat. He liked that. Then he’d sure love everything else she’d do to him.

His hands locked on her ass. Curled and pulled her against the swell of his cock.

No mistaking that arousal.

Or her own. Because Lora knew her panties were getting wet. A dozen cops within shouting distance, and she wanted sex. Right now.

His tongue swiped against hers, and her nipples pebbled.

Right now.

Her fingers dug into his upper arms, urging him closer. Needing more.

His mouth tore from hers.

Dammit, she’d been enjoying—

His lips pressed against her neck. Right under her ear. Her weak spot. Oh, Christ.

She trembled, and her sex creamed. Definitely wet panties.

Her nails bit harder into him. “Kent…” So not the right place. She could hear everyone outside, voices rising and falling, phones ringing. “Not… now.”

He tensed against her. His breath feathered over her neck, and a chill skated down her body.

Sex with him would be phenomenal. No doubt.

She’d scream. She’d come. She’d forget.

Is that what I want? Is he?

His head rose, and those gunmetal eyes met hers. She could see the lust on his face. Hard need.

Take him.

Didn’t she deserve something, someone for herself? Pleasure… just a few hours.

He wouldn’t be there forever.

He wouldn’t know her past.

He’d take her, she’d take him, and to hell with what others thought.

So very tempting.

“M-my house…” Did she just whisper that?

Yes.

His eyes widened, and the raw lust on his face had an ache shooting through her.

Her hands feathered over his chest. She rose, licked his lower lip, and heard the hitch of his breath. “I’m not into displays, so I’m not screwing here.” She sounded cocky. Confident. Good. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that her knees were shaking. “Just me and you, Kent. My place. Tonight, when everything’s—”

A hard rap on the door. She glanced over and saw the blinds shaking beneath that pounding. What?

Kenton’s fingers clenched around her. “Someone has piss-poor timing.”

Right. Blame them. “Um, can you let go of my ass?” Her stare turned back to him.

His eyes narrowed, and his fingers pressed harder, but after a moment, he dropped his hands and stepped back. “For now.”

Ah, promises.

Kenton’s gaze dropped to her lips. “Have I told you that you taste like sin?”

Her knees shook harder. Another knock rattled the door.

“Come in!” Kenton barked.

The door shoved open, and a uniform stuck his head in. That same red-faced guy who’d asked the question in the briefing. “We got a call!” The man’s voice broke with excitement. “Agent Davenport wants you, now, says it’s him!”