Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Blue!” And then she was lying down, resting her feet on the arms of his chair, and he was reaching out, his hands cupping her br**sts, as he ate and ate and ate. Pleasure spiraled through her, strong, insistent, demanding, building, building. She wasn’t going to last. Had wanted him too much, too long.
A scream ripped from her as she climaxed.
Blue tugged her upright and stood. He tore at the button and zipper on his pants. His shaft, so long and thick, stretched past the material. The head glistened, proving just how badly he wanted her.
“Know how good you taste, baby? Never had anything like it. But now I need you to suck me.”
“Yes.” She dropped to her knees, with no hesitation, and took him deep into her mouth. He moaned her name, a plea, a curse, then moaned again, whatever he said next unintelligible. He was so big he hurt her jaw, but she didn’t care. She moved on him, again and again, until his hips were pumping in rhythm with her mouth. Faster . . . faster . . . she pressed her tongue against his shaft with every upward glide, and when she reached the top she gave a little suck . . . again and again . . . and it was so good, so bloody good.
“About to . . . Baby, I want you to swallow me. Every drop.”
Then they were on the same page.
She gave another suck, a harder one, and that was it, that finished him. He came, roaring with his satisfaction.
After she’d taken everything he had to give, she rose to shaky legs—only to realize she and Blue were floating in midair.
“Uh, do me a solid and ease us back down,” she said even as she tensed, expecting a crash.
He tucked himself back into his pants and frowned. Then they were drifting to the floor, landing.
She pulled on her jeans and opened her mouth to say . . . what? That can’t happen again? Or: Why won’t you just do me already?
Her phone beeped, saving her from having to decide.
Michael’s text. The new mission. “We’re to intercept one of Star’s employees tomorrow morning.”
Blue nodded. Then, without a word, he stalked from the kitchen.
“I’m getting tired of watching you walk away,” she called.
He offered no response.
What did he want from her? What were they to each other?
What would happen next between them?
Despite everything, she almost couldn’t wait to find out.
* * *
He wasn’t having sex with Evie until she trusted him enough to talk about Claire. The more he had of her, the more he wanted from her—and the less she offered. She had things backward, and it was time he turned things around.
Judging by the one-sided conversation he’d heard when Evie was on the phone, he suspected Michael knew something was going on.
Blue planned to nut up and tell the man all . . . just as soon as he knew what “all” encompassed. What, exactly, did he want from the girl?
What would she give him?
Right now, not much.
Would disappointing Michael be worth it? Should Blue change his mind about going after her yet again and walk away before anything else was added to his “all” tab?
His gaze strayed to Evie, who sat across from him in another unmarked sedan. She distracted him, obsessed him, angered him, frustrated him . . . delighted him. With her, he discovered a rare ecstasy.
He’d once considered her a momentary pleasure. But she wasn’t. She was more than that. So he asked himself again: Would disappointing Michael be worth it, no matter how little Evie wanted from him?
Yeah.
So no, there would be no changing his mind.
Think carefully. His game was tomorrow, and the party the day after that. Which meant, in two days he would be turning up the heat on Tiffany Star. The thought left him cold, even disgusted, but he’d never been more determined to break a case.
His stomach twisted in a thousand tiny knots. In private, he could compel Miss Tiffany to do and think whatever he wished. Sex could be taken off the menu. But in public, he would have to play the part of besotted suitor. There was no way around it.
How would Evie react to, say, a kiss? End things with him then and there?
Would o**l s*x at dinner be nothing more than a fond memory?
He wanted to howl.
He would talk to her before the party and make her understand. And he would talk to Michael when things calmed down. He wasn’t a coward. He would deal with everything thrown his way.
Concentrate.
He and Evie parked their car at the end of a neighborhood street, waiting for their target. Their windows were tinted. No one could see inside, but they could see everything outside. Blue was anxious to get the ball rolling. Apparently, an employee of Star’s was supposed to deliver a message to a human named Tyrese Cooper, the owner of the house they were watching.
“Why hasn’t Solo revealed himself to you?” Evie asked, probably to fill the silence. He’d noticed she always cracked after a few minutes, as if she couldn’t bear to be alone with her thoughts. “I mean, he knows you’re alive. The entire world does.”
Blue had spent a lot of time mulling over that particular question. “Two possible reasons. He thinks he’ll draw heat to us, or that we’ll draw heat to him.”
“Yeah, okay. That makes sense. I just wish he’d send a text, you know. You deserve a text at the very least.”
She used her hands to punctuate her words.
Just as she’d done the night he’d met her.
He wanted to grin. It was as if she’d lost that part of herself, but now it was back.
But what had brought it back? Blue?
I want to be the reason.
“He has— Car!” Evie said, suddenly eager. “That’s gotta be our guy.”
His gaze landed on the SUV easing into Cooper’s driveway. After parking, an Arcadian emerged. Oh, yeah. That was Star’s man. “Stay here. We don’t know what supernatural abilities he possesses.”
Miracle of miracles, she didn’t offer an argument. He exited into the light and heat of the day. Just in case anyone was waiting in the SUV, Blue wrapped a stream of power around it, ensuring the doors would stay closed. He also wrapped a stream of power around the Arcadian, trying to hold him in place, but the male easily broke free with his own power, whipped around, and searched for the culprit.
Their gazes locked. Lavender against lavender.
At first, the male appeared awestruck. He was seeing football legend Corbin Blue. Then the cogs in his brain started turning, and it was clear he’d realized a football legend would not be here, clearly armed and ready for war.