Page 69 of A Shot at Love
His lips had been soft, like a newborn’s skin, when they’d trailed along the edge of her jaw, and at the same time hard, solid, and demanding as they took total possession of her mouth.
She could have stood in the kitchen, just kissing him, for the rest of her natural life.
She trailed a finger across her mouth as she stared at herself.
Well, that was a bold-faced lie.
She didn’t just want to kiss him. She wanted to do a lot more. A whole lot more. Like strip him naked and eat him alive.
Gemma shook her head. The image of Ky pummeling the punching bag in the garage, shirtless, his perfect body bathed in sweat, muscles flexing and extending, shot to the front of her mind. She’d wanted to lick every drop of that sweat off every place it touched his sun-kissed skin.
And then start all over again at the top.
Without even seeming to, he’d stripped all her self-imposed defenses raw as if he’d stripped her naked before him. Gemma never let a man make the first move, sexually. She was always the instigator, taking control of the situation, guiding it, and deciding what she’d allow to happen. She had to be the one in control. If the events that took place during her high school days had taught her anything, it was this.
But Ky had made the first move today without ever asking, and she’d allowed it, which was mindboggling to begin with. What made it even more so was that she hadn’t resisted or pulled away. She’d let him assume control and had been a willing participant in the most sensual, fiery, and intoxicating embrace of her life. When his hands cupped her butt and pulled her straight up against what she knew was a major league erection, all she could think about doing was jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist to get all that length and heat against her own roaring inferno. If Rick Bannerman hadn’t made such a dramatic entrance, she could imagine she’d be doing a lot more than kissing Ky at this moment.
A whole lot more.
A quick glance at the bedside digital clock and she saw it was only nine o’clock. Still early, but she was tired, both in mind and body. She pulled on a clean T-shirt and some yoga pants from the suitcase Kandy had sent with Rick, and made her way down the stairs, guided by heated voices.
“I don’t know how this is possible,” Ky was saying.
“It’s not easy, but it certainly can be done. Any hacker worth knowing has the access and capability to—”
“What’s not easy?” Gemma asked.
Two sets of eyes trained on her. One pair was flat and as unreadable as always. The pair that resembled a calm ocean had turned stormy, filled with fire and rage.
“What are you guys talking about?”
Gemma noticed Rick slant a look at Ky, who hadn’t taken his eyes from her since she entered the room. The same possessive glare she’d seen in them when he’d kissed her was there again. The one that told her she should run for the hills, only her feet weren’t listening.
Oh my.
“Your brother-in-law and Bannerman have been looking into how Ritandi discovered where we were keeping you.”
Gemma looked at Rick. “And?”
“Before I answer that, I want to ask you another question,” he said to Ky.
“Go ahead.”
“You called Josh from DC after you’d been attacked while moving Gemma to another location, right?”
“Yes.” Ky’s lips were pressed together so tight, Gemma barely heard him.
“So, again, who knew where you were relocating her? The same people as before?”
“No. I notified the agents I wanted assigned to the house, my boss, and the two agents who were in the van with us. That’s it.”
“No one else?”
“No, why?”
Rick didn’t answer him. “You need to give me all their names so I can run a comparison. Then we can get a bead on who’s setting you up.”
“Setting him up? What are you talking about?” Gemma asked.
Succinctly, Rick told her what he and Josh had discovered; all the while Ky was focused on her face, watching her.
“Well that makes no sense,” she said when he was done. She turned to address Ky. “If you were involved in this, you had more than enough chances to get me out of the way. Why run with me if you were planning on killing me anyway? It’s dumb.”
