Page 34 of Joshua's Mistake
He didn’t hear the regret he’d expected from her. “You’re not sorry, are you? Not even after what’s happened in the past month.”
She shook her head. “I was a good agent, nothing special, but good at what I did and I liked it. I don’t know why the last month has turned into my own personal hell, but I’m not going to tarnish the memory of the rest of my career over it.”
He couldn’t help thinking he might not have met her if she hadn’t been detained for interrogation. It was horrible that three men had died, but he hadn’t been at fault for that. He relished the fact she was with him regardless of the circumstances.
“What do your parents think of your professional choices?”
“They’re proud of me. I just hope they’re safe. I’m sure that was the first stop on the agency’s list. They’re probably pretty worried right now.”
He sensed her anxiety as much as he heard it in her voice. “You said your mother was intuitive. I’m sure she’s way ahead of the agency.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“You know it’s too dangerous to call them, right?”
“I know.”
In ten minutes, they were at a small house he kept a few blocks off the water. It was rundown and the weeds were growing up through the pebble-covered front yard. At the front door, he used his mind to manipulate the lock and turned the knob.
“Do you stay here?” she asked.
He tried to see the place through her eyes. It was covered in dust and there was little furniture.Neglectedwas the best description of the whitewashed house. For him it was just a storage house or a safe house in case of emergencies. Only Kane knew he owned the property. “No. I just keep a few things here.”
She looked around at the neglected house. Not that it mattered. It was small, out of the way and when he needed a place to keep things it came in handy. She followed him through the kitchen to a mudroom, which led to the back door. Pushing a small bench out of the way, he knelt down and removed a piece of worn wood floor.
A spider scurried past his hand as he reached in and pulled out three plastic bags. The first two each held thirty thousand dollars cash and the second contained several identifications, passports, wallets and credit cards. “Open that closet and pull out the backpack.”
She didn’t ask any questions, just banged the dust off the pack when she retrieved it.
He tucked the money and papers inside and slung one strap over his shoulder. “We should head back to Will’s. We’ll need to change before we meet Trip.”
“Why?” She looked down at her shorts.
“The Silk Stocking doesn’t really have a dress code, but we’d stand out in these. Besides, I’d like to see you in that red dress Will picked up.”
She gave him a “you’ve already seen it all” look. “Isn’t that the name of the strip club we passed?”
“The very same.” He felt a spark of something that might have been excitement from her.
“And this friend of yours hangs out there?“
“Every night, though sometimes he goes up on the roof.” He stalked forward until he had her trapped between his body and the wall. Her curves fitted to the hard planes of his chest, hips and legs. His cock strained against his shorts.
She closed her eyes for a moment and pressed her hips hard against him. “What’s on the roof?”
“It’s a swingers club.”
Her eyes flew open. “Are you into that kind of thing, Joshua?”
“No, it’s not really my thing. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you hook up with another woman.”
Her breath caught and she wrapped one hand around his neck, pressing her tits tighter to him. “I’ll have to give it some thought.”
“If this is the reaction you can think on it for a good long time.” His mouth covered hers an instant later and the backpack thudded to the floor in a cloud of dust.
She was sweet and warm. Her mind opened as she gave him entrance to her mouth. Her tongue swirled with his. Lips and teeth mashed together when the kiss deepened. He held back in spite of the fact she was inviting him into her mind. He slid his hand along her hip and to the curve of her waist. He didn’t deserve the gift she was offering. He was not a nice man. Tessa should have a good person. She was more than he could resist and he let himself slide into her thoughts.
Emotions bombarded him and it surprised him she had very few thoughts beyond the instincts that drover her body to press against him. He sensed her need for more and reached down, unsnapping the button on her shorts. He slid the zipper down and pressed his fingers past the elastic of her bathing-suit bottoms to the warm, wet slit of her pussy.
