Page 48 of No Reason to Trust

“Thanks,” Jake said taking the handset and fumbling it into its cradle. Then he turned back to Livvy. “Now where were we?”

“We were talking about you wearing me out tonight,” she said. She swallowed hard, and her hands tightened around him, then slid away.

Jake lifted up. After the intense day they’d shared, he thought he knew her pretty well. “Livvy? What’s wrong?”

She swallowed hard. “Nothing,” she said, but she didn’t meet his gaze. Her hands tightened on his back, then loosened again. Slid off his back and onto the sheet.

Jake kissed her deeply, then wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her soft, woodsy scent. Stroked the delicate satin of her skin. Listened to the sounds of her breathing steadily in and out, her breath feathering over him. He could lay here with Livvy until the end of eternity.

Something bumped into the wall outside their room. Ignoring it, he kissed Livvy again.

He’d lost all sense of time, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was Livvy.

Then someone knocked at the door, the sound sharp and impatient, and that jolted him to alertness.

Chapter 18

Jake ignored the insistent knocking and pressed another kiss to Livvy’s mouth. She tightened her grip on him, wrapping one leg around him. He groaned and began to slide down her body. The knocking stopped. Instead, the phone began to ring.

Livvy struggled to slide up and rest against the bed’s headboard, drawing Jake with her. “Someone wants to get hold of us pretty badly,” she said, calling out, “Who is it?”

Jake stared at her. “You sure you want to find out?”

Livvy sighed. “We have to. Whoever’s out there isn’t going away.”

Jake glared at his phone, then blew out a breath. “Oh, God,” he said. “It’s room service.” He called out, “Be right there.”

He swiped a kiss down her chest, moving from between her breasts to her belly. She sucked in a sharp breath, and Jake was pretty sure she moaned. He stared at her, torn. He knew the room service person wasn’t going away, but he didn’t want to leave Livvy.

She gave him a tiny shove. “Go get the food, Jake.” Her gaze traveled down his naked body and she traced a finger from his neck to his groin. “Might want to put on a robe first, though.”

Giving Livvy one last kiss, he slid off the bed and grabbed a bathrobe from the closet at the end of the bed. Slid it on, then grabbed his wallet. Opened the door and shoved the money at the woman’s face. “Thank you,” he said, tugging the cart into the room and then closing the door. Locking it.

He left the cart near the table, tore off his robe and crawled across the bed toward Livvy.

She’d pulled the sheet over her breasts when room service had knocked, and now she slid over in the bed until she was almost at the edge. Jake stopped and stared at her. “You don’t want to pick up where we left off?” he asked.

“You want the food to get cold?” she said.

“There’s only one thing I’m hungry for, and it’s not salmon.”

Livvy smiled, but Jake could see that it was forced. “Remember keeping up our strength?” she said. “Putting more gas in our tanks?”

“I don’t think I need any more gas,” he said, picking up her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I don’t mind eating cold food.”

Livvy didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Let’s have dinner, Jake. Since it’s here. We can pick up where we left off afterward.” But her gaze slid away from his. And she’d edged closer to the opposite side of the bed.

“Okay,” Jake said slowly. “You want to eat in bed? Or you want to sit at that table?”

“The table, I think,” she said, holding the sheet over her breasts.

Jake studied her for a long moment, then nodded. Turned and reached into the closet and tossed her the other robe. She slid into it quickly. Pulled the tie tight around her waist, so that the robe flared out at the bottom.

“For a moment there, I thought it might be Roman Peters,” Jake said. “Updating us on Sergei and Elena’s situation.”

“Yeah, he would’ve called if he had new information,” she said. “But I’m sure he’s focusing on getting them settled in somewhere.”

Jake shrugged one shoulder. “Good. Plenty of time for him to update us on how they’re doing. But I don’t want Sergei asking questions about our relationship.”

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