Page 20 of The Agent
She moaned again. Sagged into his chest and pressed her lips to his neck as she moved over him.
Caleb wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer.
The feel of her full breasts crushed against his chest made his heart rate soar.
He could feel her heart, too, thudding against his pecs.
What was happening to him? This was more than sex…
this was… Lord, he didn’t even know what it was.
He just knew that he never wanted it to end.
He growled when her teeth captured his earlobe, and gave a deep upward thrust that had his knees knocking against the steering wheel. It was a reminder of their surroundings, and he urged her to move faster, to send them both over the edge.
“Come for me, Marley.” The words squeezed out between gasps. “Now, sweetheart.”
Their joint release was fast, but oh, so sweet. An intense rush of pleasure spiraled through him, scorching his nerve endings, as Marley convulsed in his arms. She whimpered as waves of orgasm rocked through her, and he held her tight, riding it out with her.
“Like I said,” she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. “You turn me on hard and fast.” She paused. “You called me sweetheart.”
“I did?” When she nodded, he swallowed a lump of unease. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomf—”
“I liked it,” she cut in. “It’s the first term of endearment you’ve given me. It was…nice.”
Nice? More like scary as hell. He’d called her sweetheart without even noticing it. He’d made love to her in a car, in public, where anyone could have walked up and ambushed them. Including Grier.
Oh, Christ, and he’d just mentally referred to what had happened between them as making love.
He was in deep, deep trouble.
Caleb stared at Marley as she gingerly climbed out of his lap and slipped back into her shorts. She looked happy and aroused and so outrageously beautiful his heart ached.
He couldn’t tell her the truth. Not now.
He’d do it tomorrow.
Just one more night with her, that’s all he wanted. One more night to hold her and kiss her and lose himself in the sweetness that poured out of her.
He’d tell her the truth tomorrow.
* * *
F OR THE SECOND MORNING in a row, Marley woke up with a smile on her face. Next to her, Caleb was sprawled on his stomach again, and a rush of pleasure flooded her as she admired his long, lean body. He was fully naked, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his strong, back and firm ass.
Was it possible to want someone this much? They’d had sex numerous times yesterday, including a hot session at four in the morning, when Caleb had roused her from slumber with his tongue between her legs. Yet each time she looked at him, she craved him again.
A twinge of discomfort pulsed in her belly as she realized there was more than craving going on here. She was developing feelings for Caleb.
She hadn’t wanted to analyze her actions of the past week, but it was getting hard not to. Having sex with him in a car, in broad daylight, was one thing, but bringing him home to meet her father? Strolling down the beach with him?
Those things had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with…with what? A relationship?
She gulped. Well, why shouldn’t she want a relationship with him? He was an amazing lover, a great listener. He was smart, he made her laugh with that subtle, dry humor of his. Heck, he could even cook, which he’d proved last night when he’d fixed dinner for the two of them.
Then again, Patrick had been all of those things, too.
She scowled. Damn Patrick. That man had broken something inside of her. He’d stolen her capacity for trust. Trust not only for others, but for herself.
Marley pushed aside the distressing thought, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
When she came out, she rolled a pair of socks onto her feet and tied her hair up, while Caleb continued to sleep.
He didn’t look so peaceful this time, though.
A crease marred his forehead, as if he were agonizing over something, even in slumber.
She contemplated giving him a wake-up call that would surely vanquish his inner demons, but decided against it. They’d been up late; she ought to give him time to recover before ravishing his body again.
Grinning to herself, she walked downstairs and opened the front door to check the mail.
Her postman, Ernie, made his deliveries impossibly early, and sure enough, stacks of envelopes cluttered her mailbox, probably sitting there since seven o’clock on the dot.
A few doors down, she noticed her neighbor Kim rooting through her own mailbox.
Marley knew the other woman had recently lost her husband, and she offered a gentle smile when the tall brunette spotted her.
They waved at each other, then walked into their respective houses.
Marley took the stack of envelopes into the kitchen, flipping through them while she turned on the coffeemaker. She normally paid her bills online, but with Hernandez confiscating her laptop, she’d have to use telephone banking.
After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat at the kitchen table and began to go through the mail.
Bill, junk, credit card promotion, bill, bank statement—her hand hesitated on the last envelope.
She furrowed her brow in confusion. She’d opted for online statements for her checking account, and the statement for her savings account had arrived last week.
Why was the bank sending her another statement?
Frowning, she dug her nail under the flap and sliced open the envelope. She pulled out the sheet of paper inside and went utterly still when she noticed Patrick’s name underneath her own at the top of the statement.
She quickly scanned the information, then gasped.
Why on earth was there a hundred thousand dollars in an account that was supposed to be frozen?