Elizabeth Lowell - Innocent as Sin

“What do you have on underneath that robe?” he asked roughly.

“Me.”

His breath hissed out. “Bedroom. Now.”

She looked over at the lounge waiting against the side of the patio.

“No,” he said. “Too many guards. The fountains can’t drown out the kind of sex I want with you.”

“I forgot where I was.” She made a ragged sound. “Sorry.”

He felt the heat climbing her cheeks and wanted to howl. “So am I. So I’ll take a rain check on sex beneath the stars.”

Before Kayla could decide on an answer, a sweep of Rand’s arms yanked the patio drapes closed.

A night-light glowed like a candle on the bar.

“I’ll try to make it good for you,” he said against her neck, “but it’s been way too long for me.”

“For a guy, two hours ago is too long.”

He gave a crack of laughter and pulled her closer, tugged at her lapel, and finally had a chance to taste the maddening tattoo that had been playing peek-a-boo with her robe.

“This has been driving me crazy,” he said against her skin.

She shivered. “The tattoo?”

“Yeah. I wanted to lick it the first time I saw it.”

“Then I’m glad I have two more.”

“Where?”

“One follows me everywhere.”

“Show me.”

Kayla pointed to her left hip.

He licked his lips. “Show me.”

“You mean…” Her hands went to the bow she’d tied in the robe’s sash.

“Yeah. Strip.”

“You first.”

He toed out of his shoes while his fingers yanked at shirt buttons. It was way too hot in here for clothes anyway.

“Jeans,” he said huskily. “I’ve got something in my pocket.”

She rolled her eyes. “I haven’t fallen for that one since I was in second grade.”

Rand laughed despite the need hammering in his veins. He wanted to think it was because it had been too long since he’d buried himself in a woman, but he didn’t believe it. Something about Kayla just flat turned him on.

“Unless you want to go commando,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt, “you’d better get in my pocket.”

“Commando?”

“Bare.” His hands were on his fly. “As in no condom.”

Her hands dove into the hip pockets of his jeans. She searched, squeezed. Nothing but hard man muscle.

“You’re killing me,” he said, watching her smile.

She moved to his front pockets. Searched, squeezed. More hard man muscle. Very hard.

He groaned. “You’re a tease. Do it again.”

Finally she pulled her hands out of his pockets. Foil packets gleamed. In one impatient motion he pulled off his jeans and underwear and reached for her.

Condoms scattered from her fingers as he stripped her robe off, turned her around, and fastened his mouth on her second tattoo. He bit gently, then not quite gently, felt her shiver.

“I never knew I had a thing for tattoos,” he said, “until I saw yours.”

“You’ll love my third one,” she said, her voice husky.

“Where is it?”

She turned, showed him.

He whispered something, bent his head, and licked. Sucked. Nibbled. Sucked harder.

She tried to breathe, but there wasn’t enough air in the room. The tension that had been drawing her tight, achingly tight, tighter-suddenly snapped, sent her spinning, crying, heat exploding.

Rand felt her release, tasted it, and shuddered. He barely remembered to sheathe himself in the condom before he sheathed himself in her.

She was everything he’d been afraid she would be.

Perfect.

Tight.

Hot.

For the first time since his twin’s death, he let go of hate and allowed himself to live.

Royal Palms

Sunday

6:15 A.M. MST

Fully dressed, Rand sat beside the bed and watched Kayla sleep, telling himself how many kinds of fool he was. The problem was that he couldn’t decide whether he was a fool for letting himself love her last night or if he was a fool because he wasn’t in bed with her now.

I’m sorry, Reed.

When Rand heard his own thought, he was shocked. Was he really feeling guilty because Reed was dead and he was alive?

Got that in one, fool.

He didn’t know if it was his own voice or Reed’s that pitied him.

After I kill Bertone, then I’ll…

Then what? Reed would come back from the dead? Rand would be alive again?

I was alive last night.

And guilty as hell for it this morning.

Rand set his teeth and told himself he was a fool.

Big news flash that was.

Sunlight slid through a crack in the drapes and spread across the bed, across Kayla, highlighting the rose tattoo on her collarbone. He’d been with other women since Reed’s death, but he’d never felt guilty about it. Why Kayla? What was it about her that made him want…too much?

That’s easy, bro. She makes you feel alive.

Rand went stiff. Reed?

About time, too. I told you to live for both of us. One of us dead is plenty. Kayla is good for you. Don’t fuck it up and blame it on me.

Before Rand could move, could think, he realized that Kayla’s eyes were open, slowly focusing on him.

“Who was here?” she asked sleepily.

“Just me.”

“No. Someone else.” She yawned. “Like you, but different.” Her eyelashes lowered, stayed down. “’S too early to get up.” She sighed, pulled the covers up over her shoulders.

“Go back to sleep,” Rand said softly.

One eye opened. “What about you?”

“If I get in bed, neither one of us will sleep.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Or are we out of condoms?”

He smiled in spite of himself as he remembered the hours before they fell asleep. “Getting there.”

“No wonder they gave you five thousand dollars.” She yawned again. “Condoms aren’t cheap.”

Rand laughed out loud. It felt so good that he did it again.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asked around another yawn.

“No, at me,” he said.

He took off his shoes and stretched out next to her on top of the bed. She turned toward him. She smelled of bath oil and sex and sleepy woman. He pulled a bundle of covers and her against his body.

“Go back to sleep,” he said against her forehead. “I kept you up too long last night.”

“Huh. I thought I was the one keeping you up.”

“Sleep, Kayla.”

She tried to, but it didn’t work. She was awake enough to remember all the reasons she shouldn’t be relaxed.

Bertone.

Handcuffs.

Dirty money.

Her name on the bottom line.

“Well, damn,” she said against Rand’s chin.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m awake.”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll call room service.”

“Food?” she said, nibbling on his chin, tugging on his beard with her lips.

“Not many calories in a beard,” he said dryly.

“Mmmm, the Beard Diet. Works for me. Nibble the pounds away.”

“You don’t need to lose weight. In fact, some more weight would look good on you.”

“More? Yowsa. Now I know I’m in love.”

Rand didn’t fight the laughter crowding his throat. He just let it go and enjoyed.

She snuggled closer. “Yesterday I felt like I was in a combat zone. Today I feel ten feet tall.”

“Life is a combat zone. That’s why you have to take love where and when you find it. But I’d forgotten about that until last night. You aren’t sorry, are you? I know you’re not the one-night-stand type.”

“Couldn’t prove it by me,” she mumbled, flushing.

“I read your file.”

“When do I get to read yours?”

“What do you want to know?”

Everything. Nothing in particular. “Is this a one-night stand?” she asked.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” he said. “You know, don’t you? You knew last night when you held out your hand to me.”

“What did I know?”

“I’m going to kill Andre Bertone.”

She looked at Rand’s eyes, sage green and clear. Cold.

“I knew,” she said. “I saw it at the party.”

“You didn’t let it stop you last night.”

It wasn’t a question, not quite, but it was close enough that she answered.

“You haven’t killed him yet,” she said.

“And when I do?”

Silence came, grew, and vanished into a sigh. “I don’t know. I’d like to kill Bertone myself. I thought about doing it. A way out of this mess, you know?”

Rand nodded and watched her like a feral cat.

“It wasn’t so much a thought,” Kayla said, “as a bone-deep desire to wipe him off the face of the earth. For the first time in my life I understood how someone could be driven to kill.”

“If you back a mouse into a corner, it will try to rip your throat out. And you’re no mouse.”

She let out a long breath. “Were you and Reed working for St. Kilda when he died?”

“Sort of. The Camgerian government was paying, but we were hired through St. Kilda, though we didn’t know it at the time.”

“You were soldiers?”

“As in mercenaries?”

She grimaced. “I guess.”

“No. We were hired to train Camgerians to use the kind of arms that would give them a chance against the ivory poachers who were destroying the elephant herds. We were also trying to teach Camgerians management techniques for their game preserves. So officially we were members of an international wildlife conservation group helping the locals to protect and manage their valuable resources. Unofficially…” His voice faded.