Page 18 of ELITE Justice
She opened her eyes, he had to ask. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
Oh, shit. She was hurt.He’d never hurt a woman during sex before. “What’s wrong?”
Then she grinned up at him, and lifted her hips, forcing him deeper. “You’re not moving.”
He slid out and slammed back in. “Better?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist.
The position change made her inner walls tighten around him. “I’m sorry, Gwen.” He pounded into her once again. “But I’m not going to last—”
Her body quaked under him as the slick muscles that surrounded his cock quivered in a way he’d never felt before. She cried out in pleasure, digging her fingertips into the muscles covering his shoulder blades. Pure joy ripped through him that he could give this to her. All the pent-up testosterone released as his orgasm surged through each nerve, shaking him to his core just before the world went black.
Jonathan rose from the depths of pleasure and rolled off Gwen, tucking her sleeping form beside him. He needed to take care of the spent condom, but wanted to stay there for a minute, or two, or twenty, just holding her. What they had just shared was unique, at least for him. Sure, it was just sex, but it was the best sex in years. Maybe it had only felt that way because it had been so long. Although, the thought of waiting several months to repeat such a powerful orgasm had no appeal at all. He felt so good he might be ready to go again by the time he got back from the bathroom.
With that idea in mind, Jonathan pulled the covers up and around Gwen and got out of bed. By the time he’d gotten rid of the condom and cleaned up, though, he’d convinced himself he should leave. It was late. Very late. She probably had to work the next day.
A pang of guilt dashed through him. He’d been so inconsiderate. He should have asked her if she had an early morning. What if she had to open the restaurant in just a few hours? He stood naked in the bathroom doorway with his cock already half-hard wanting to crawl back into the warm bed and awaken Gwen with his mouth between her legs. He was such a selfish bastard. He had the entire day to sleep since he wasn’t on till ten that night. But he was expected to report back in before he went to his hotel room to sleep.
Oh. Fuck.
All thoughts of why he’d started seducing Gwen flooded his brain and he lost the semi he’d sported. He had a mission to complete; search her apartment for clues and find her computer. If she was involved in a terrorist attack in any way—and he hoped to God she wasn’t—he’d just slept with the enemy. And wanted to do it again.
On his way out of the bathroom, he stared at the woman who had brought him more pleasure, in and out of bed, than he’d had in years, maybe ever. She was so beautiful as she slept. And looked so damned innocent.
With a deep sigh, Jonathan slid on his pants. Grabbing the rest of his clothes he silently left her bedroom, quietly closing the door.
Dressing quickly in the large room that served as a dining room and living room, he found her computer on the island that separated it from the kitchen. Jonathan pressed the button to turn on the laptop. Alex had sent him a thumb drive that could extract all information, as long as the computer was on. To his surprise, it immediately opened the document he wanted to read. She must have been working on it before he picked her up.
He read as the program sucked a copy of every bit and byte. Each line seemed more like notes than an outlined plan. They were disjointed, looping back around sometimes, others left words hanging. All the words made sense, yet none of it did. Unfortunately, no specific target was mentioned.
Jonathan grabbed the flash drive and stashed it in his pocket.
“Did you get everything you needed?” At Gwen’s icy voice, he looked up to where she leaned against the corner to the dark hall, arms folded over her gorgeous breasts.
She was completely naked.
Except for the Glock in her right hand.
* * *
Gwen had rolledover in a satisfied stupor, wondering if Jonathan could be coaxed into a second round. She certainly was interested. Instead of the large-muscled body she’d expected, her bed had been empty. But the sheets were still warm. A glance at the open door to the bathroom, and floor devoid of men’s clothing, she concluded that he’d left.
Well, hell. So much for more sex. Too bad. He’d been good. Really good.
Thirsty, she padded to her bedroom door. She’d only opened it a crack when she heard rustling in the living room and saw the glow of light. A flashlight? Had the man she’d just slept with left the door unlocked so a burglar could just waltz right in? Or was it the jerk who’d just been inside her body searching her apartment?
Quietly, she stepped back into her bedroom and removed her gun from the nightstand. Avoiding the board that squeaked, she’d crept down the hallway and watched Jonathan search her living room. She had no idea what he was looking for until he made himself comfortable at her breakfast bar and turned on her computer. Lit by the screen, the grin on his face told her what she needed to know.
While waiting for him that evening, she’d reviewed her notes taken from the teenagers’ conversations, trying to determine their target. What she had was only snippets, like pieces of a puzzle that had fallen off the table. She needed to see the picture to determine if what she had was important.
Jonathan must have been a speed reader because he’d only seen her notes for a split second that night in the diner. She now had pages of information on the young men, a few names, but no target.
Why should he even care? He certainly didn’t care about her. He’d used her to get to her computer and the information he now perused as he leisurely sat in her favorite spot. That’s where she ate every meal, checked her email, and shopped online. He looked right at home wearing…what was he wearing? His chest was bare, the almost-invisible, light hair casting shadows onto his powerful pecs. Surely he had slipped into his boxer briefs, maybe even his slacks. Only his torso was visible above the granite island top.
Part of Gwen wanted to go over there and crawl into his lap to convince him to come back to bed. The sane part wanted to throw him out of her apartment, and her life. She released her grip on the gun in her hand, thus engaging the safety mechanisms. He wasn’t a burglar there to steal what little of value she had and then rape her. He’d already explored her body, and she’d been a very willing participant. At the moment, he seemed content to discover what she had on her computer.
