Deadly Promises (Tracers #2.5)(22)

Then he’d waited for her judgment and hoped she didn’t ask more since the crimes he’d committed were the least damning entry on his current rap sheet.

She’d accepted his explanation and come over to his house, where they’d ordered pizza and watched movies until late.

Like a normal couple.

And now she should be fully dressed since she’d showered first, but no, she was stretched out on her stomach on his bed facing away from him. She casually kicked one foot up and down, preoccupied with the magazine she was reading.

He had to get her off that bed and completely covered up for any hope of leaving here without using another condom. “What time does your brother land today?”

“Vinny gets in late this morning,” she answered over her shoulder.

That hadn’t gotten her attention like it had last night when he’d pressed her about calling her brother.

She’d finally explained how her three older brothers would all show up on Jeremy’s doorstep looking for blood if they knew she was here. Vinny had been designated to oversee her adjustment to living away from home for the first six months, but they would all take turns checking on her.

Now Jeremy understood why she’d run him out of her house so early yesterday. Not simply because she thought it would be awkward for him and Vinny. She thought if her brother had caught Jeremy in her bed Vinny might have harmed him.

He smiled to himself. He could deal with a couple of posturing brothers any day. “Aren’t you worried about Vinny showing up unexpectedly?”

“No. He wouldn’t give me the wrong flight information just to catch me off guard.” CeCe rolled over on her back and that view almost sent him to his knees.

“You need to get dressed.”

“I’m as dressed as you are, just that my top half is covered where you’ve got jeans on.” She smiled, enjoying her defiance.

“It’s not the same when your bottom half is uncovered. I’ve got a meeting in an hour.” In total conflict with his words, his feet started moving toward the bed. He tossed the towel to the floor and dropped down over her, his knees on each side of her legs. He used one arm to brace his weight.

She reached up and hooked her fingers around his neck to tug him closer, then smoothed his damp hair from his face. Warmth curled through his chest at the impish smile she gave him.

“What are you smiling about?”

“How nice it is to be here with you.” Her eyes glittered with so much happiness the room should be sparkling. “But if you’re really in a rush to get me out of your bed…” Her words drifted off in a whisper. She shrugged.

Jeremy leaned down and kissed her. As if on autopilot, his free hand slid beneath the shirt—his shirt—covering her. He needed to feel her to know she was still here and real. That this woman wasn’t dashing out the door with no plans of coming back.

That she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

When his fingers closed around her breast, she moaned. He caressed the suddenly hard nipple, drawing his thumb slowly across the tip. She arched each time as though all the nerves in her body were attached to that tight little bud.

Taking the kiss deeper, lost in her taste, he lowered his body until they were hip to hip. She rubbed up against the rigid cock inside his pants and he clenched his teeth.

No, he sure as hell didn’t want to push her out of his bed, but he was worried about last night.

He didn’t really have a meeting in an hour. But he had to wait for CeCe to leave so he could contact BAD to ask for a couple more days off, then have someone in BAD’s tech department research criminals with a scar like the intruder’s and crosscheck hits with Jeremy’s incarceration history.

He had a sneaking feeling about where he’d met that guy before.

CeCe nipped at his lip, tempting him to forget about threats and research. Testing his control against spending every free minute exploring her body until her brother returned. But her safety was too important, so as much as Jeremy would love to use up another condom right now there was no time. He’d have to move this moment along quicker.

But not until he had her satisfied.

Like that would take long? He grinned against her soft lips, looking forward to watching her hit that high again.

Unbuttoning her shirt, he kissed her neck and along her shoulders. She sighed and smiled, running her fingers through his hair playfully. Her hips twisted slowly from side to side driving him crazy with each stroke over his erection.

When he moved his hand down her abdomen to slip his fingers between her thighs she made a desperate sound and opened for him. He kissed the creamy skin surrounding two pert nipples then suckled one plump breast.

CeCe arched up, a guttural groan vibrating her chest.

Jeremy plunged a finger inside her and she tightened around him. Her thighs clenched. When he pistoned his finger in and out, in and out, her breaths came faster. Teething her nipple lightly, he pulled his finger completely out and stroked across the one spot that would send her reeling.

Three strokes and… liftoff.

She cried out and gripped his head, clutching him to her taut body.

Sweat broke out across his skin. He’d never get over how fast this woman climaxed.

When the last shudder passed through her she flopped back down on the bed, spent and panting. He ached, seriously ached, to continue, but after the past two nights he knew continuing could go on for a long time with her.