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Exactly the way he’d hoped. Her mouth was lush and warm and... smiling.
She was smiling as she kissed him and that made it even more perfect.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands roving her back as the kiss grew heated and his body grew hard. Her soft, voluptuous breasts pressed against his chest, and he wondered how they’d feel in his hands. He wondered when she’d let him touch her the way he’d fantasized.
His hands slowed to long drags up and down her sides and she made a needy sound that brought an answering growl from deep in his chest. He was harder than he’d been in a long, long time.
He wanted her. Here and now.
He’d seen how capably she’d taken care of tense situations. He’d felt her compassion. Now he wanted to take care of her. He wanted to feel her passion.
He wanted to take her apart and see her pleasure. He slid his hands down her sides, toward her butt that he’d been admiring for two days. He wanted—
The clearing of a throat had them breaking apart like randy teenagers caught by the porch lamp. The hulking security guard stood in the doorway. But a hint of a smile quirked his lips, making him seem a little less terrifying.
“Your rental car’s here,” Phin said and held out the keys. “I signed for it and checked it for bugs and tracking devices. It’s clean and parked inside the gate.”
Gabe had to swallow a snarl. It wasn’t Phin’s fault that he and Molly had been making out in the conference room. No, that’s all on me. And he had no regrets. For a few minutes, he hadn’t been thinking of bad guys or murder or his father’s suffering. He’d been utterly lost in her, and he couldn’t be either sorry or ashamed.
Panting softly, Molly lifted her chin, her cheeks now stained a bright pink that made Gabe absurdly proud of himself. “Thank you, Phin,” she said. “I appreciate you checking it.” She extended her hand, neatly catching the keys when Phin tossed them over.
“That’s my job,” he said, clearly uncomfortable with her thanks. “Do you have your sweeper so you can recheck for tracking devices?”
“In my bag. Oh, and Antoine’s gone to his office to sleep. Can you—”
“Watch over him?” Phin rumbled. “Of course. Where are you going? Burke will want to know.”
“To my house in Mid-City,” Gabe said, but Molly shook her head.
“Tonight, we’re going to a hotel with good security. Burke already knows where. He made the reservation. I need to sleep, and Burke’s running out of people to stand guard.” She winked up at Gabe. “Don’t worry about your virtue. Burke got us adjoining rooms and used his ‘John Smith’ account. Nobody will know that you’re there.”
Gabe considered arguing then realized she was taking care of him, just as she’d promised. And if he hoped that they wouldn’t be using both rooms? Sue me. “Then let’s go.”
The Garden District, New Orleans, Louisiana
TUESDAY, JULY 26, 9:15 P.M.
Lamont made it back to his house, hot and sweaty and angry and... Yeah. Not happy at all.
“Joelle?” he called, but got no answer.
Maybe she’d gone out. If so, he could find those damn cameras she’d planted in his office and the spare bedroom. If she really had. He still wasn’t sure that she wasn’t bluffing.
If she had been bluffing, he’d fallen for it, dammit.
He stalked straight to his office, tossing his coat onto a wingback chair that was older than the United States, an item that had been passed down through wife number one’s family. He turned on a single desk light, throwing the rest of the room into shadow, and turned to the bookshelf that hid his office safe.
He needed to contact that guard in the NOPD holding area. Now.
He’d pulled the books away from the shelf that hid the safe when the clearing of a throat had him whirling around, reaching for the pistol he kept in his desk drawer. His hand dropped when he saw his “partner” stepping from the shadows.
Goddamn him.“What are you doing here?” Lamont hissed.
Jackass looked unhappy. “We need to talk.”
Lamont shoved the books back onto the shelf and sat behind his desk, discreetly drawing the pistol from the drawer.
Not discreetly enough, because Jackass lifted an eyebrow. “Really, Monty?”
