Reaching up, she stroked a finger over his cheek as he waited, giving her the control to make a choice, not pushing her. It made her love him all the more. “I love you, Kingsley Knight.”
She registered the surprise on his face before it was replaced by an echo of something she’d seen pass between her parents. A look that meant the same thing the world over. He loves me, and as he lowered his head to hers, Sydney felt everything settle in her.
She would go through with her plan to save the man she loved. Somehow she would get away and set up a meeting with her uncle and get the damn evidence she needed to end the threat to the people that had become family to her in just a few days.
“I love you too, Sydney.”
His mouth touched hers and she was lost in a sea of sensation as each of them tried to give the other more pleasure. Mouths, hands, bodies kissed, licked, sucked until they were both limp. Her from the three orgasms and him from the way he had used his body to drive her to the brink of pure, beautiful madness.
When they’d recovered enough energy to move again, they showered, and he shampooed her hair, lathering the sudsy flowery smelling shampoo into her hair. Kingsley made her feel cherished as he rinsed her hair before stepping out, wrapping a towel around his lean hips before wrapping her in one from the heated towel rail.
As he pulled her forward they heard a commotion outside. A light scream followed by Cleo and Mason’s unmistakable voices.
“Put some goddamn clothes on!”
“Excuse me, Miss High and Mighty, but this is the men’s locker room.”
“Well, I didn’t know you were in here. You must have snuck in when I went to the scanner,” Cloe accused her tone rising.
“I did not sneak anywhere, because, and I repeat, this is the men’s fucking locker room.”
The rest was inaudible as Cleo must have walked away and let the door close. Sydney tried to hold it back but the hilarity of the cool, unflappable Cleo losing her mind at what she guessed was the sight of a naked Mason was too much.
Turning she buried herself into Kingsley’s chest and laughed until tears ran from her eyes as she felt his chest move with his own laughter.
Finally, when she was done laughing, he pulled back. She saw the twinkle in his eyes, even as the worry remained in the slight tightness of his jaw.
“I have a surprise for you this afternoon.”
“Oh what kind?” Sydney tilted to her head as she watched him thoughtfully.
“The furry kind.”
“Furry?”
“Yeah, Caitlin is going to see some puppies. We want to get a dog unit up and running and to do that we need dogs.”
“Oh, I love puppies! What kind?” She began to dress, putting her shorts on sans underwear as she didn’t have a clean pair in the locker room with her.
“She says it’s a litter of Rhodesian Ridgebacks, but she also has a litter of German Shepherds to go see next week,” he answered as he finished tying his boot and lowered his foot before walking to her. Pulling her gently into his front he dropped a kiss on her nose. “I have to go check a lead with Nick, but you’re safe here with Caitlin and Killian. When I get back we can go with Caitlan to see them.”
“Why don’t Caitlin and I go while you go with Nick? That way you don’t have to rush back. Plus, we can have the night to ourselves with no interruptions.”
“Fine, but take your cell and don’t leave Caitlin or Killian’s side. If something happens, call me immediately and get to safety.”
“Yes, boss.” She couldn’t help but tease him over his bossiness.
“Cheeky madam.” He swatted her ass as they walked out the locker room to see a furious Mason and an equally angry Cleo glaring at each other.
Sydney wondered if she would be around to witness it when they finally realized they were made for each other. She had a bad feeling about what could happen, and she hoped she was wrong.