Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(88)
If I couldn’t save them, how could I save myself?
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, wondering where the last eight years of my life had gone. Med school and residency had taken their toll, rushing time in fast-forward, putting everything else in my life into second place. Wanting a relationship now and actually achieving one were also two very separate things. Adam was like a decadent dessert I didn’t quite deserve but so desperately craved.
Something lightly thumped on the other side of the door and then I heard his voice in conversation with someone but I could only hear his side. I turned out the light and cracked the door ever so slightly, giving a furtive glance. The last thing I wanted to do was to walk into the middle of an awkward situation in his bedroom.
His incredible muscular back was facing me, glistening with a golden hue from the last of the day’s setting sun that was peeking through the opened curtains. One hand was stuck roughly in his hair. The top edge of his boxer briefs was exposed underneath his hanging blue jeans. He was on his cell.
I glanced around the doorframe once more before taking another step.
“That’s the thing, Turk, none of the cars have resurfaced. I’ve been investigating this for the last nine months,” Adam said to the caller. “We had another ten boosted in the last four weeks. No, no GM products. They were all high-end taken right from the dealerships and a few right from the owners’ homes. No, I’m lead on this investigation down here.”
Adam glanced back and motioned for me. He put his hand around my hip and gave me a soft kiss, locking me under his arm.
“Can you email me the list that you’ve compiled up there? We’re looking for new rentals of warehouses along the Delaware that might have access to shipping and rail but that’s like finding a needle in a haystack. And now our search area just got a hell of a lot wider.
“Check EZ Pass tolls; see if there’s a connection. Yeah, I think they’re shipping them in containers and right out of the country because not one of them is showing back up on the streets in the States. No, GPS devices have all been deactivated, so we’re looking for some high-tech hackers here, too. Yeah, of course we’ll keep in touch with NYPD. I’ll be making a few calls Monday to some of the task forces in Jersey, see if anyone has any leads on the drivers. We’ve got some leads we’re following here, but nothing solid. Few nights ago, twenty cars parked at a local hospital all had their plates switched. Yep. Bogies. We actually got a call on one that we ended up pitting, but it was just a distraction. Yeah, same night two hundred grand of new vehicles disappeared. Word on the street is that this all goes back to Mancuso. I’ve compiled a list of all his known associates here so I’m getting very familiar with his players but if you have more intel than that send it my way. Yep. Now we just need to catch one and convince him to flip on the rest. No, no, not today,” he laughed lightly.
Adam glanced down at me; his dark eyes smoldered. How he managed to render me immobile was both intriguing and disturbing. His tongue slid over his bottom lip. “I have other pressing engagements I need to attend to. I’ll send you files on Monday. Yep, talk to you then.”
He didn’t even say goodbye to whomever he was talking to. He tossed his phone over onto the rustic leather chair by his dresser and pulled me into his chest.
“Police work?”
He nodded. “We’re very similar, you and me. Sometimes it’s hard to shut the job off.” He combed a few strands of my hair back. “But right now, you have all of my attention. You are so beautiful, Doc. Not sure how I got so lucky.”
Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about him. His words, though, made me slightly uncomfortable. It had been a long time since someone complimented me, especially when I was mostly naked. “I don’t think you got lucky, yet.”
Adam tipped my chin back up. His smile was devastating. “I think I have. The rest? Well, I’m crossing my fingers.”
Thoughts of being an easy lay warred with my desire. My eyes darted to the ominous bed and then back to the intricate tribal tattoos outlining his incredible body. “Guess it’s too soon to wonder if you’ll call me tomorrow.”
He gave me a sardonic grin and an admonishing sigh while he palmed my ass with both hands. “How about I just cook you breakfast tomorrow? Then you don’t need to worry about anything. We can talk over coffee instead.”
Adam pivoted me, herding me backwards.
“Oh, you’re good. Do you practice these lines or do they just come naturally?” I felt the mattress touch the back of my thighs.
And then I was sitting.
“Don’t think you’re going home tonight, Doc. It’s not looking good for you.”
He loomed over me, urging me to scuttle back on his king-sized bed. His hands slid under my shoulders, his forearms holding most of his weight. The look on his face was so serene, so loving and full of emotion, taking my apprehensions completely away.
“I’m serious about breakfast,” he said, adjusting himself to move a thick lock of hair off my neck. He followed his statement with a kiss so powerful I felt welded to the bed, my heart running its own marathon in its wake. Adam’s kisses turned soft, playful, taunting even, with little nips of his teeth on my lip, but his face was very serious. I felt cherished just seeing how he looked at me.
I raked my fingers into his hair, our union taking on a new passion, filled with a level of intenseness I’d never felt before. Adam wasn’t in a hurry, taking his time to stroke my body with his hands, making a meal out of just kissing me.