This Heart of Mine (Chicago Stars #5)(106)

"Yes, well, I don't." She licked her lips and studied his earlobe, perfect just like the rest of him, except for a small red tooth mark she was fairly sure she'd put there. "Who fixed breakfast this morning?"

"I did." He spoke softly, but the pressure on her knees didn't ease. He definitely wasn't letting her up. "Then Amy came in and helped me. Are you done stalling?"

"No… yes—I don't know!" She tried to move her legs, but they weren't going anywhere. "I didn't want you to sell the campground, that's all."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Eddie Dillard is a fool."

"I know that, too." He stood up, but he didn't back away. "What else have you got?"

She tried to stand herself so she could let him have it, but she was pinned in by his body. It made her so agitated she wanted to scream. "If you know that, how could you have done this in the first place? How could you have stood there and let him talk about painting the cottages brown? About tearing down this cottage—the cottage you're standing in right now!—and then turning the B&B into a bait shop?"

"He could only do those things if I sold the campground to him."

"If you—" She whipped her legs around him and jumped up. "What are you saying? Omigod, Kevin, what do you mean?"

"First I want to hear about the tuna."

She gulped. The moment she'd conceived her plan, she'd known she'd have to tell him the truth. She'd just hoped it wouldn't be quite so soon. "All right." She backed away a few steps. "Yesterday I bought some fish at the market, and last night I put them in the lake, and then I woke up Eddie and took him to see them."

A pause. "And you told him what exactly?"

She made eye contact with his elbow and talked as fast as she could. "That an underground chemical dump was leaking into the lake and killing all the fish."

"An underground chemical dump?"

"Uh-huh."

"An underground chemical dump!"

She took another quick step backward. "Could we talk about something else?"

Oh, jeez, that made his eyes flash fourteen different shades of mad. "Eddie didn't happen to notice that some of those fish shouldn't have been in a freshwater lake?"

"It was dark, and I didn't let him have a really good look." Another quick step backward.

Countered by a quick step forward from him. "And how did you explain away my trying to sell him a fishing camp on a contaminated lake?"

Her nerves snapped. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like I might wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze?"

"Except you can't, because I'm your boss's sister."

"Which only means I need to come up with something that doesn't leave marks."

"Sex! There are couples who think that having sex when they get really angry with each other is a turn-on."

"And you know this how? Never mind, I'm going to take your word for it." He reached out and snared the front of her top.

"Uh… Kev…" She licked her lips and gazed up into those glittering green eyes.

He splayed his hand across her bottom. "I seriously suggest you don't call me that. And I seriously suggest you don't try to stop this either, because I really, really need to do something physical to you." He shoved himself against her. "And everything else I'm thinking about will put me in jail."

"O-okay. That's fair." As soon as she was naked, she'd let him know what else she'd said to Eddie.

But then his mouth crushed hers, and she stopped thinking altogether.

He didn't have the patience to take off his own clothes, but he stripped her, then slammed and locked the bedroom door in case any little Calebows decided to come visit their Auntie M.

"On that bed. Right now."

Oh, yes. As fast as she could get there.

"Open your legs."

Yes, sir.

"Wider."

She gave him a couple of inches.

"Don't make me have to ask you again."

She slid up her knees. It would never be like this for her again. Never again would she feel so absolutely safe with a dangerous man.

She heard the sound of his zipper. A rough growl. "How do you want it?"

"Oh, shut up." She reached out and opened her arms. "Shut up and come here."

Seconds later she felt his weight settling over her. He was still angry, she knew that, but it didn't stop him from touching her in all the places she loved to be touched.

His voice was low and husky, and his breath stirred a lock of hair near her ear. "You're making me crazy, you know that, don't you?"

She pressed her cheek to his hard jaw. "I know. I'm sorry."

His voice grew softer and tighter. "It can't—we can't keep…"

She bit her lip and held him tight. "I know that, too."

He might not understand that this was going to be the last time, but she did. He drove deep and high inside her, just the way he knew she liked. Her body arched. She found her rhythm and gave him everything. Just once more. Just this one last time.

Usually, when it was over, he drew her onto his chest, and they cuddled and talked. Who'd been more magnificent, her or him? Who'd made the most noise? Why Glamour was superior to Sports Illustrated. But this morning they didn't play. Instead, Kevin turned away, and Molly slipped into the bathroom to clean up and dress.