Page 86 of A Shot at Love
“Why not?” Frustration pushed the whine into her voice.
“Bannerman’s right next door for one, and I’m still not convinced he won’t try to beat the crap out of me. And I still don’t have any condoms for another.”
“We were okay without them last night.” She really needed to have a conversation with herself sometime about the needy tone that kept escaping through her lips.
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I know. And as amazing as that was, I need to be inside you the next time we make love. I want all of you, Gemma. All of you.”
For the first time in a long time—maybe forever—Gemma couldn’t speak. Ky’s words stopped her cold. His eyes, even in the darkness, shone like winking stars as they gazed across at her.
No one had ever said those words to her before. No one. Gemma had had sex many times in her life. Some encounters had been better than others, and last night she counted among the best of the best. But in truth, she’d never made love to anyone. She’d never even considered it, because in doing so she’d have to give a piece of herself away, forgo some of her control. Allow the man making love to her to see her, really see her, all of her, and she’d never been willing to share herself that completely with anyone.
Until now.
“I want to see your face when I’m inside you and make you lose control.” He kissed the other corner of her mouth. “I want you to look up at my face and know it’s me making you come undone.” He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip. “And then I want to lose myself inside you without worrying about anything but how good it feels to be there, for both of us.”
His mouth ravished hers, there was no other word for it, she realized. He took complete control, claiming her, marking her as his. Why fear and uncertainty didn’t follow she couldn’t answer, so she just delighted in the knowledge that even though he desired her, he was willing to wait to make it perfect between them.
The widening crack protecting her heart opened to the size of a chasm.
Ky changed the kiss, softening it once again, turning it playful.
“I need to get back to my room.” He dragged his finger along the lips he’d just caressed with his tongue. “Rick is leaving tomorrow to start setting everything up and you and I need to prepare for when we get out of here.”
“So, stay with me now,” she said. “We don’t have to…do…anything. Just sleep.”
Ky’s grin was winsome, even in the dim light surrounding the bed. “Baby, if you believe I can get back to sleep with you cuddled next to me, and both of us on fire, you’re crazy. I’m strong but not that strong.” He pulled out of her arms. “I’m going to sleep in the bed downstairs. Alone. And I’m gonna dream about you.”
With one last kiss, he left her.
*
They’d been over the plan four—no, five—times. Gemma’s brain was starting to shut down. She wanted this to be over, but why did it have to be so complex? Why couldn’t they just point the feds in the right place, to the right person?
With a shake of her head, she silently answered her own question. Tiege was a professional. He’d already made it look like Ky was responsible for everything that had happened. He’d be able to wiggle his way out of any accusations hailed at him, and the so-called proof would be the faked e-mail account and phone messages.
She let the men talk it out all over again while she kept them fed and hydrated. Without either of them uttering a word of complaint, she’d brought her camera down to the first floor and took dozens of pictures of the two of them, the house, and the view through the windows. By the time lunch was finished, they’d finally gotten everything set.
Rick lifted his plate and brought it to the sink. While he rinsed it, he told Ky, “I’m all packed and ready to leave. As soon as I get back to my office I’ll start arranging things. It’ll take a day, two tops. Then I’ll call you and you can set everything into motion from here.”
Ky nodded. “I think this will work.” He glanced over at Gemma.
Cop face.
“Are you okay with everything we’ve laid out? Any questions or concerns?”
