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“Hey, baby,” he whispered and I pretended not to feel the way my heart did a somersault at the endearment. “The body was a man, not one of the girls.” He seemed to know the information I needed to hear most because I immediately let out a sob of relief.
I had no idea how long we stayed that way, wrapped in each other as he held my trembling body like I weighed nothing, but after several long moments of silence, Evan cleared his throat and I allowed Decker to set me down. He didn’t step away though, just turned to face the other man, sliding his large hand down to the small of my back, refusing to sever all connection. I was more grateful for that connection than I’d ever be able to tell him.
“Who was it?” Evan asked, unable to hide his own curiosity for the sake of giving us an intimate moment.
“The Wraith,” Decker announced and the air seemed to leave the room in an instant.
“What?” Evan Turner was in shock. I could see it on his now pale face as he collapsed back into his chair, no longer able to hold himself up by his arms.
“Cabot’s shot caused an infection,” Decker explained as I took a slight step toward him, unable to believe his words myself. “He had sepsis and was an easy target, someone finished him off.” We may not have had a name, but I was damn sure we all knew who that someone was. The person who had hired him to kill me.
“Am I allowed to be happy about this?” There was still a hint of disbelief in Evan’s voice as he asked the question to the room at large.
“He killed a handful of innocent people and could have killed all three of us in that car if you hadn’t turned that wheel exactly when you did,” I shivered at the hardness in Decker’s voice, and his hand slid to my hip and squeezed a quick reassurance before he continued, his tone much more calm. “I, for one, am elated that he’s no longer a threat.”
I couldn’t stop the tiny voice in the back of my mind that silently chimed in, andI’m glad he suffered. I had never been a particularly cruel person in my life; my negative trait being I liked to irritate my father, and even that came with a healthy dose of guilt. I wouldn’t voice my feelings on the assassin sent to kill me, but I wouldn’t take them back, even inwardly. I could see the Pasternaks’ smiling faces in my mind and bit back another wave of tears. They’d been avenged, along with Daniels and Lambert who had been two of the nicest guys I’d met.
“I’m taking Lake back downstairs,” Decker said, pulling me along as he made for the door. With his grip on my hip, he easily maneuvered me through the opening and into the hall. “You just finished a PT session, I don’t want to see you out of this apartment until dinner.” The words held all the command that I’d come to recognize as his work tone, but I knew it was out of concern for Evan.
I didn’t catch the other man’s reply before the door was closing and he was ushering me to the elevator. There was a tension in his body that I could feel as he practically pushed me along. His hold didn’t shift or lighten when we climbed on to the elevator, and he pressed the button for the floor with his apartment.
I’d assumed he’d meant taking me to one of the business floors, and I chanced a glance at his face. He was staring straight ahead, a hard stoicism in place. His face was giving nothing away, even if his fingers dug in a little deeper in acknowledgment that I was studying him. I wanted to question him on the tension rolling off him in waves, but the words died on my tongue as the door slid open and he was herding me down the hall.
Decker only released me to swipe his keycard and unlock the front door, then I was following him in, ready to reach for the light switch to cast out the darkness in the room. His tension was intimidating enough without the shadows in the room adding to my discomfort. My hand was reaching, but then Decker was in front of me, pressing my body to the door with his own and I squeaked a surprised protest.
“The world's deadliest assassin was after you,” he growled, his nose sliding up the side of my neck causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. “I’ve been half sure I would lose you for a week. I was so…” his whispered admissions trailed off and I looked up at him, watching a pain flash in his eyes before he banked it and only relief and lust remained.
I wasn’t sure when my hands had slid up his arms as he pinned me to the door, but I was glad they didn’t have far to travel as my fingers dove into his perfectly styled hair. Sliding a hand around his neck, I pulled him down, knowing we both needed this. Our lips crashed together in desperation, and suddenly I didn’t think I needed air to survive. I just needed his mouth on mine.
A small moan escaped me, and Decker used that moment to dip his tongue inside my mouth, sliding across my own as he tasted me like a man starving. His hands slid down my side, roughly dragging down my hip until he hooked the back of my knee and lifted it, inviting me to wrap my legs around him like I had earlier. I locked my ankles around his muscular hips and his hands engulfed my ass as he pressed his hardening length against my core. I was pinned between him and the door and holy shit, nothing had ever felt this amazing before.
When I thought I’d pass out from lack of oxygen, Decker broke from the kiss, his lips dragging down my neck before he nipped my collar bone and kissed his way back up to my ear. The feeling of his tongue and lips just under my ear had the most unlady-like groan exploding from me, and as his hips ground into me, that groan faded out into a whimper.
“Jesus, you keep making those noises and I’m going to come right here,” his breathy growl in my ear had my own hips rolling in response, rubbing his cock through far too many clothes.
As if reading my mind, he pulled back just enough to pull the t-shirt over my head and toss it somewhere into the darkness behind him. Then his mouth was on me again, peppering kisses over the swells of my breasts before softly flicking his tongue across one of my hardened nipples through the fabric of my sports bra. Pinned by his hips to the door, his hands roamed over my chest, squeezing one breast just enough to cause another whimper of desire to spring from me.
He’d just begun to hook his fingers under the bra to pull it up and off as well when the frantic beeping from his phone startled us both from the lust-filled haze we’d been in. The alarm on the phone sounded similar to an Amber Alert, and whatever it was, it was enough to end the moment completely as he lowered me to the ground and took a large step back to fish his phone from his pocket.
I took that moment to study the man in front of me, lit only by the moon streaming through the windows. His hair was a mess thanks to my fingers running through it, his shirt half pulled from his suit pants, probably due to friction of our bodies. Thank the Lord I didn’t leave a wet spot on him. My eyes froze on the bulge of his cock, hard and pressing against the fabric in a way that had me wondering how the zipper had held up. My mouth was watering, and I was tempted to drop to my knees right there to see that dick straining for me.
His loud curse broke my focus, and I looked up to meet eyes that were cold with irritation. “Your father is here.”
And just like that, a bucket of ice water had been dropped on my libido, and I was frowning in confusion at him. “W-what?”
“I’m told your father, his assistant, and three armed men that are not mine are waiting for me in my office.” He looked like he was ready to throw the phone at the wall, so I placed my hand over his, holding the phone in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work as his body relaxed slightly.
“Fix your hair, deflate your intriguingly large dick, and let me find my shirt. We’ll see why he’s here and then tell him to leave.”
The surprised laugh from Decker had me fighting a smile of my own. Yes, I could still flirt even while having to step away from the hottest groping session of my life. I let his hand go and turned to start my hunt for the shirt he’d tossed when he grabbed me and pulled me in for one more soul searing kiss.
After that he turned toward the framed mirror next to the door and quickly put himself together before grumbling something about meeting me down there. I had a feeling the quick exit was because he needed to move before he went back to mauling me. And damn, I felt the same way.
CHAPTER 23
DECKER
Iwas still trying to control my breathing by the time I made it to the elevator, swiping my card and slamming my finger into the button that would take me to my office. I’d been seconds from having my mouth on Lake’s gorgeous tits, and with one message I was deflating faster than I’d thought humanly possible. Robert Harrington was the last person I wanted to deal with right now, and his impromptu trip to Jersey was more than a little concerning.
