“About that job,” Slash said, “Carrera’s riding shotgun.”
Luciano nodded. “Good choice.” He regarded Carrera. “We’ll sync up after the July Fourth holiday.”
“Aren’t you coming to my party?” Carrera asked.
“The one swarming with ALPHA Ops?” Luciano smiled. “No, thank you. That cruise wouldn’t end well, for anyone.”
“You like them,” Carrera said.
“As people, but at the end of the day, they’re officers of the law.”
Carrera chuckled. “What the hell are you talking about? They’re vigilantes.”
“I’ll think about it,” Luciano replied.
“Can you stay the night?” Slash asked.
“What for?” Luciano asked.
“Carrera and I are going for a sunrise bike ride,” she replied. “I don’t want to leave Elsa home alone.”
“I’ll be fine,” G-ma said.
They turned toward her. She was sitting up, watching them intently. “If I’d known what wasreallygoing on, I would have moved in here years ago.” She rose, kissed Luciano. “Tonight was fun. Love you, Lulu.”
He smiled. “I love you, Elsa.” He slid his gaze to Carrera and Slash. “If you need me to come back in the morning, I will.”
“Go,” G-ma said. “I’m fine.”
Luciano left, shutting the front door behind him.
“Computer, lock all exterior doors and activate the security system,” Carrera said.
“Doors locked, security system on,” replied the computer.
“Today has been a very busy day.” G-ma said goodnight before retreating down the hall and closing the bedroom door behind her.
Scooping Slash into his arms, he climbed the stairs. She caressed the back of his neck, her gaze locked on his while heat infused his chest. He couldn’t wait to love her, watch her unravel in his arms.
He entered her bedroom, made his way into the bathroom. “Grab that toothbrush. You’re coming with me.”
Her gaze darkened. “Should I fight you every step of the way?”
“No,” he replied. “You should come willingly.”
Her lips tugged up at the corners. “That sounds like an invitation I can’t refuse.”
She plucked her toothbrush before he strode down the hall.
In his bedroom, he set her down, wrapped her close, and kissed her. His insides roared to life, but more than their physical connection, his heart had found its home.
Having her here with him completed him.
In the diffused light, he helped her out of her clothes. Slash in black lingerie turned him hard as steel, but he wanted to take his time, appreciate her and love her, before falling asleep with her cradled in his arms.
She pulled off his black Henley, unbuttoned and unzipped his tattered, black jeans. As she tugged them down, she pulled his boxer briefs over his erection, then knelt in front of him.
Desire pounded through him. The need to be with her sent a rush of blood to his already hard shaft. With gentle fingers, she stroked and teased, then licked its sensitive head.
