Fleeting Moments(31)

“Yeah. You overthinking it.”

I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see.

“Don’t roll your eyes.”

I push up and stare down at him. “How do you know I rolled my eyes?”

“I could feel it.”

I snort. “Whatever. Are you some sort of super spy or something?”

He grins.

I put my head back against his chest. “Seriously, how do you always know where I am?”

“I have eyes on you.”

I screw up my nose. “You have eyes on me? What kind of eyes? Your eyes?”

He grunts. “No. Not always. Mostly other people’s.”

“Other people? Who?” I cry, pushing up again.

He scans my face, and his grin turns into a smile. “I have people that are willing to help me.”

I huff. “Can’t you just tell me what it is you’re doing?”

He loses his smile. “I wish I could, believe me, but I can’t right now. I’m in too deep.”

“So am I.”

His hand travels up my spine, stopping between my shoulder blades. “No, you’re not. You’re going to stay out of this.”

“That girl is scared and alone, not to mention all the others who are probably in there. I can’t just stay out of it, Heath. They need help.”

“And that’s what I’m working on. If you interfere, you could make it worse.”

“Then let me help.”

His eyes harden. “No f*cking way.”

“Please, let me help. I can do something. I can get information . . .”

“No, you can’t. They know who you are now after your little song and dance in the mall. There is no way you can be seen anywhere near it or me again.”

I swallow the tight lump forming in my throat. “So what? I’m just a booty call for you then? Someone you see when you feel like it?”

He sighs and moves his hand higher, fisting my hair. “Don’t do that. You know you mean more to me, Lucy. I wish I could see you more, too.”

“At least give me a way to contact you,” I plead. “If you want me to stop looking and stop involving myself, then you need to give me something.”

“Fuck, you’re a pain in the ass. You were sweet once, I’m sure.”

I smile.

He cups my face. “Fine. I’ll give you a cell number you can call me on, but be aware it’s off a lot and I won’t always answer.”

My smile gets bigger.

His gaze drops to it. “Fuck. Come here and give me those lips again. I’m not done with them.”

I drop down and give him my lips again for a long, long time.

When we pull apart we’re both panting. “Is it too soon for more?” I gasp.

He grins. “I’ve f*cked you twice, honey. Give it a bit longer.”

My eyes drop to his exposed chest. God, he’s beautiful.

“Okay,” I murmur.

He moves quickly, flipping me over and pinning my back against the mattress.

“I thought you needed time,” I say, my voice soft and low, seductive, even to my own ears.

“Oh, I do—but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you whimper my name again.”

I swallow and look up at him through my lashes. “Oh yeah?”

He slides down my body, taking hold of my knees and gently pushing them apart. “Oh yeah,” he murmurs, right before he presses his mouth between my legs.

Oh. My.





CHAPTER 13


“Lucy!”

Pounding on my front door wakes me from my sleep, and it takes a few minutes for me to come to. I’m in Heath’s arms. His big body is hot and solid, securing me in. I don’t want to move; I want to stay here all day with him. But whoever is at the door isn’t going to let that happen.

I get out of bed and push to my feet, running my fingers through my hair and listening.

“Lucy!”

Gerard.

Shit.

My heart pounds as I turn, shoving Heath’s shoulder. He wakes up with a grunt and looks over to me, the expression on his face shows he is less than impressed. “What?”

“Gerard is here. I have to go answer the door.”

I don’t give him any chance to reply. I just pull on a robe and rush out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I run down the stairs and to the front door, swinging it open to see Gerard and Heather standing there, looking pissed.

“Thanks for the wake-up call,” I mumble. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you requesting more than we agreed on in the settlement,” Heather snaps.

I glare at her. “I’m sorry, when did Gerard forget how to speak for himself? If you don’t mind, I’ll discuss this with him and not you. Last time I checked, we were never married.”

She scowls at me.

I turn to Gerard. “You couldn’t have phoned me?”

“I tried,” he mutters, looking tired. “You didn’t answer.”

“So you came to my house and woke me up early in the morning?”

“It’s ten a.m.”

Oh.

“Well, I can’t discuss it right now,” I say, glancing behind me.